"But a fool?"

The monk Buer, who was unable to see his eyes and was in great pain, heard a familiar voice in his ears, which made his eyes cry in his sunken eyes.

Of course, no one can come!

"Why kill someone?"

He didn't talk to his senior brother anymore, but just walked to the center of the field and let the rain hit him.

Qu Feilong replied casually: "Are you talking about the monks we killed? They are all your fellow disciples, are you here to take revenge? Haha... OK, welcome."

I ignored these words and did not look at these people. I just said, "Where is the man in black?"

It seems to be asking, but it seems to be not.

Man in black?

Everyone present was puzzled. Most of the monks who came here knew that it was clear to Donglin Temple that it would take some trouble to turn the treasures of Donglin Temple into ownerless things, but this guy asked what the man in black?

"Ah, it's interesting!" Qu Feilong narrowed his eyes and looked at the little monk. He saw that the monk's face was gray. He was obviously watered in the rain for a long time, and the most special thing was that he was arrogant.

However, after exchanging a look with Feituo outside the Great Wall who had just returned to the east, Qu Feilong was quite frightened. The tuozi could not see the monk's tricks.

After thinking for a while, Qu Feilong said, "Here! How can this monk be dealt with? Everyone understands that it is just right now. If anyone can kill this little monk, the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance will be his. I, Qu Feilong, have nothing to say about the matter of dividing treasures. What do you think?"

As soon as this statement was said, everyone here was old martial arts. I could tell that this little monk was extraordinary, but I also thought it was an opportunity. This little monk should be much easier to deal with than the flying camel outside the border.

The old leader of the Liu Gang and others exchanged glances with each other. Everyone was considering this proposal, but at this time, they heard the monk say, "Where is the man in black?"

It's still the same problem, it's still inexplicable.

"There is no man in black! You monk is confused and confused, it's really annoying!" The hidden guest of Qixia Wang Feng stood up, pulled out his sword and stabbed him straight: "Master, please appreciate my sword technique!"

Wang Feng, a hidden guest in Qixia, traveled to Qixia Mountain at the age of 30. After watching, he was able to understand the sword skills. He felt that he was not very good at thinking, so he entered the Xu family in Jiangyin and used the sword technique of the small hill to confirm each other. His sword skills were great and he was one of the famous swordsmen on Jiangnan Road. Some people even rumored that his sword skills were three points stronger than the head of the Xu family.

This time, I came to Qingliang Town for the sake of the leader of the alliance. Unexpectedly, the Feilong Gang did even more amazingly, so I directly found Feituo outside the frontier.

As soon as this sword was released, the raindrops as big as beans were stirred up, like a full wolf hair splashing ink on the ripe pride, radiating heroically and freehand paintings.

What a great swordsman!

The people from the Wulin League were cheering when they saw this, but suddenly they saw the little monk. They took a step forward and looked not very fast. They instantly took Wang Feng's wrist. Then they couldn't see clearly and didn't know what to do. Wang Feng screamed.

"Ah! You..."

He couldn't finish talking, so he fell on the ground of the Zhang family ancestral hall. With a sword and his own sword, he stabbed him in a cold heart!

"This, this..." The old leader of the Pai Gang, could not believe what he saw.

"How could this happen?" Feng Datong is famous for his light skills, but he could not see clearly the little monk's body skills just now.

"..." Mi Youwei couldn't speak, and his two trembled, because he felt that the monk was using something like Wang Feng's sword technique.

Qu Feilong and Feituo from the frontier looked at each other, their faces serious.

"Where is the man in black?"

The old leader of the Liu Gang couldn't help it and said, "What are you asking for the man in black? What are you going to do with him?"

If you can't look around, your eyes are cold and a word pops up from your mouth.

"kill!"

Qu Feilong felt upset when he heard this word. As soon as the monk came in, he said he wanted to kill everyone here. He really didn’t treat the masters of our six major sects as human beings? If you want to kill them, kill them?

"Damn it! Go to death!"

The more I thought about it, the more annoyed he became. Qu Feilong took action, pulled out his nine-section flying dragon whip, and flew over with a move of "Stars Falling in the Sky", whipping the flying dragon head straight to the monk's bald head.

But suddenly!

"Ahhh!" Qu Feilong flew backwards, sweating all over his head!

Just now, Tian Ling, who had originally whipped over to break the bald head, but he didn't expect that there was a bald head in front of him. It turned out that the opponent snatched it in an instant, but that was nothing. Qu Feilong clearly saw the raindrops that had originally hit the monk, and they instantly scattered and flew around. He also clearly felt a huge aura...

No! It's murderous intent!

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and turned it back, otherwise he would have lost his life.

"What are you waiting for!" Seeing this, the old senior Feituo outside the border shouted and then took action!

Then, the leader of the Liu Gang, Feng Datong, Mi Youwei and others rushed over early in the morning. Everyone was old and knew that this was a state of life and death, and that it must not be a kindness of a woman.

What's wrong with bullying the less?

What's wrong with bullying the small by the big one?

When we arrived in the world, what our Wulin League said was?

For a moment, the old leader of the Liu Gang had a golden wire ring sword, Feng Datong, Mi Youwei's two swords, Qu Feilong's Nine-Chain Flying Dragon Whip, and a camel and a bald head. He fought in this Zhang clan ancestral hall!

...

"Come on!"

"Come on, don't forget guys."

"I'm afraid my sledge is not good, I probably have to rely on your kitchen knife."

Mr. Zhang brought a lot of people with him, but it looked messy. It was obviously from his Zhang clan or new long-term workers. Among them, the most impressive ones are Huang Tianhua.

When he arrived outside the Zhang clan ancestral hall, Huang Tianhua reached out to the column, "Everyone, I'll go in and take a look first! If it doesn't work, let's talk about it!"

"Okay!" Everyone thought this was a good idea. Since this Huang Heroine was willing to take the lead, who would come out to stop him?

Huang Tianhua just felt that these villagers were just to give themselves courage and make the other party afraid. When the fight came to a critical moment, we, Xiaoxia Huang, had to take action. If we let these people go in rashly, wouldn’t it be a waste of their lives?

Huang Tianhua rubbed his heart's heart that was kicked before and thought to himself that he was a hero, so he took a small step and slowly entered the ancestral hall.

"My God!"

As soon as he entered, Huang Tianhua was so scared that he sat on the ground, his eyes full of corpses!

A middle-aged man's face was indented, another scholar-like middle-aged man was stabbed through, and two others were also penetrated by a sword. Another old man looked at his head, and his head was sitting upright on a big golden wire knife, his body was sitting on a chair, and there was another one who was not old enough to see that he was stuck on his neck with a nine-section whip. There was fragments around him. The strangest thing was that one on the ground was in a strange position...

Oh, it turned out to be a hunch, and it was hit hard!

Whose method is so thunderous?

Huang Tianhua didn't know how to describe it, but he heard a sound coming from the ancestral hall, quite faint, from a wooden wheelchair, and there was a man squatting beside him, covered in black mud, only hearing:

"Did you know why you can't call me? Why did you get such a Dharma name? I wasn't very old when I went up the mountain, but I remember clearly that I was going to call me like this. As a result, you were a little baby when you went up the mountain, but you were busy with your master and the ancestors. You feed rice soup all day long and wipe your shit. You kid even urinated all over me. After peeing, you laughed. The monks in the temple said that they couldn't do it and couldn't take care of them. They often asked, "Can you urinate? Can you urinate? In those days, the word "can't make it" was the most. Finally, the master slapped his forehead and simply couldn't make it..."

"Idiot, why have you become so powerful? Well, I am indeed better than my senior brother, but you have to remember that after being powerful, you must know that there are some experts in this world. Isn't there a saying that a mountain is higher than a mountain..."

"Idiot, killing is nothing. Brother, tell you, everyone in the world kills people..."

"Idiot, don't learn from Master and the Master. What's not fighting or what's not fighting? Senior brother tells you that everyone is fighting in the world, fighting, not fighting or fighting, how can we do it? How can we do it in Donglin Temple?"

"Idiot, senior brother, I'm going to die. Don't think about avenging my senior brother. Don't think about being like today. Senior brother is not worthy of you. Senior brother is actually a bad person. He originally wanted to harm us monks. When he was about to be scared, he ran away. He didn't have a kind heart... I knew I was trapped in the Hell of the Avici, and today I could be said to have to be freed..."

At the end, the sound was as loud as a mosquito and could no longer be heard.

As Huang Tianhua listened, for some reason, his eyes burst into tears. He remembered clearly that he would never recognize the voice, but he just couldn't help it. Finally, Huang Tianhua walked over and looked at his brother Acheng.

But he was still covered in black mud, squatting there, holding his senior brother's hand tightly, his eyes were dull, and tears like spring water slid silently.

Huang Tianhua reached out and found that the monk in the wheelchair had no breath. Huang Tianhua knew that his brother Cheng's murder was so cruel, probably related to this monk. This is his senior brother. His brother Cheng not only took revenge for the people who died in vain in Qingliang Town, but also for his fellow disciples, wiped away tears from his face.

"Brother Acheng! Don't cry! This master passed away, but you have avenged him, but it's not worth it!"

Huang Tianhua spoke like this with a loud voice, as if he wanted to wake up his brother Acheng, but he immediately thought of something, "By the way, brother Acheng, where is your wife? Where is Aqing's brother and sister?"

But at this moment, a person appeared in the ancestral hall and said crisply: "No, you did a good job."
Chapter completed!