The clear sky seemed to have darkened a lot, and a few wisps of wind swept through in the distance, blowing off a few leaves. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Next to a small hill, more than a dozen people were discussing something, and their faces were gloomy.

Cher stood on the hill as if she were standing on top of several people, and she recognized at a glance that one of them was the hairy-faced monk she had met once on the Mountain of Ten Thousand Beasts and wanted to attack her.

The hairy-faced monk looked fierce, the beard at the corner of his mouth was not long but very thick, and his apricot eyes were even more vicious.

"You've been following you for so long, when are you going to do it?" said the hairy-faced monk with a calm face and a very serious tone.

"Brother Zhang, what we are facing is the unique Qinglong Sword in the world, isn't it in vain to send us to death with the strength of a few of us?"

A man in his thirties, who looked slightly younger than the hairy-faced monk, looked disapprovingly at the rest.

"What Brother Fan said is reasonable, although that kid is not very old, but since we can get the Qinglong Sword, it is definitely not something that a few of us can compete with, we just need to wait and see what happens, and join in the fun. ”

At this time, the person who spoke was older, and he seemed to be the oldest in this group, looking to be in his forties, and he was also very majestic, and as soon as he spoke, the group around him nodded their heads.

"Brother Qi, do you mean that we just follow and do nothing?" The hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang glared, as if he disagreed with the opinions of several people.

"What is Brother Zhang going to do?" The monk surnamed Qi frowned slightly, although he was extremely unhappy in his heart, but his face did not show any displeasure.

Seeing that things had changed, the hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang turned his eyes back and forth twice and said, "We don't need to do it ourselves. ”

"Huh?" The monk surnamed Fan felt that the hairy-faced monk seemed to have a clever plan, and looked at him suspiciously: "Brother Zhang, don't sell Guanzi anymore, we all know that there are the most ghost ideas in this, as long as it doesn't endanger your life, and you can get some benefits, even if there is a loss, it is worth it." ”

"Hehe......" The hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang said with a sinister smile: "It turns out that Brother Fan is more anxious than me, but don't worry, how can I joke with my own life?"

The monk surnamed Qi, who was the leader, saw the hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang full of confidence, and he also listened attentively.

"We can ......"

"Haha......"

I don't know what the hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang said, but several people actually laughed, as if they were extremely evil.

"Hmph!" suddenly an angry voice came from the top of the hill: "Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"Who is it?" the hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang snorted, his gloomy eyes revealing a cold murderous aura.

Xue'er stood on the top of the hill and looked down at a few people, and her beautiful face was a little colder.

"Who am I?" hehe...... Xue'er sneered a few times, looking extremely charming, no longer the shy and shy appearance when facing Xiaochuan: "I am your aunt and grandmother." ”

The hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang was originally very annoyed, but those sharp eyes couldn't help but get drunk when he saw Xue'er's face: "It turned out to be a little girl." ”

Xue'er saw that the hairy-faced monk looked at her with a very evil look, and the anger on her body rose, and she flipped her palm, and there was a silver halo in her hand, the same size as a bracelet.

"Don't underestimate women, women can still kill you. ”

Before Xue'er could speak, another cold woman's voice came into the ears of several people like a sharp sword piercing the silence, making people's hearts chill.

The monk surnamed Fan's eyes lit up, and there was a bit of emotion in his eyes: "What kind of luck did we take today, and we actually met a fairy descending to earth?" After speaking, he couldn't help but look at the sky, as if he was observing whether there was such a good thing.

The monk surnamed Qi had a gloomy face, not like the rest of the people who thought it was a miracle from heaven, but felt that something was wrong, and it was really because he had seen a lot of the world, and his mind was much more thoughtful.

"We don't know each other, and we haven't offended the two girls, so I don't know what the two of you mean by coming here?" the monk surnamed Qi spoke politely, without any contempt.

"Sister Youruo, they plan to provoke Brother Qinglin and the Xingyue Sect, deepen their hatred for each other, and then reap the benefits of the fisherman. Cher said in a hateful tone.

"This name is so familiar...... the hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang looked at the two of them in shock, and then his face changed suddenly: "You are the disciple of the Tongxian Sect?"

You Ruan frowned slightly, it is true that he is a disciple of Tongxian Sect, but what is it called? It sounds like there is an unspoken meaning.

"That's right, I'm a disciple of Tongxian Sect, but I haven't provoked you, have I?"

The hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang looked around, as if he was looking for someone, and when he didn't notice anything wrong, there was a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth: "You haven't offended us, but I heard that you hold the Holy Maiden Sword in your hand, carry the Ancient Scroll, and seem to have a powerful golden silk silk body, how can we not be tempted by such an attractive treasure and a beautiful face?"

"Hehe......" Yu Ruan chuckled a few times, looked at a few people and said, "So you want to seize the treasure, but I don't have the Ancient Scroll, if you want this holy maiden sword, you can try to take it, as for the idea of beating me, someone has to agree." ”

The gloomy tone was extremely contemptuous, causing the face of the surnamed Brother Zhang to turn blue and white for a while: "I still don't believe that you can go against the sky as a woman, and when I catch you, I will ...... you well."

With a "swish", a sharp sword aura hit the hairy-faced monk in the face, but he saw that the corners of his mouth suddenly flowed blood.

That's what happens when you speak out. ”

Qinglin looked at a few people coldly, although he didn't make any more moves, the sword in his hand was still shining with cold light.

The hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang was full of fear, and the stiff body reacted after half a sound, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, as if something had fallen out, although it was blurred by blood, but he could think of what it would be without looking.

"Whose eyes were staring at this just now?" Qinglin's body was cold, and his voice was even more like a cold wind and an ice pick.

Everyone couldn't help but shudder, where is this person, this momentum is more powerful than a fierce beast.

The monk surnamed Qi, who was the leader, glanced at a few people separately, and saw that no one was speechless, and his face was a little more panicked: "Young Master Qing, we have eyes and don't know Mount Tai, please forgive me don't care about us in general." ”

The hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang covered his mouth, looking in unbearable pain, and his mouth let out miserable muffled sounds from time to time.

The monk surnamed Fan glanced at the monk surnamed Zhang sympathetically, with a little happiness in his heart.

"Who was the Venus just now?" Xue'er couldn't help but smile sarcastically when she saw that the monk surnamed Fan was a little weak-legged.

Qinglin glanced at the monk surnamed Fan, he wouldn't really be cruel enough to make his eyes invisible, but he wouldn't spare him easily. I saw Qinglin swinging his sword, and the sword shadows were staggered, shaking in front of the monk surnamed Fan.

The monk surnamed Fan was so frightened that his eyes straightened, and he leaned and fell behind him, and he was directly frightened and fainted.

Qinglin put away the sword, but saw Xue'er covering her mouth and snickering, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud, the hair of the monk surnamed Fan was all shaved, and a monk lay on the ground motionless.

The hairy-faced monk surnamed Zhang endured the pain and took out a pennant, and the small flag turned yellow, giving people an eerie atmosphere.

Qinglin frowned, he intended to spare this person's life, but this person didn't know what to do.

"I won't let you go. ”

Although the monk surnamed Zhang was very unfollow-up and a little vague when he spoke, at least he could still make a sound, and it seemed that Qinglin was still too soft-hearted.

The thick black qi enveloped it together with the monk surnamed Qi and others, making people's throats dry and itchy, and finally they fell to the ground and rolled again and again. (To be continued.) )