Jinling.

The worship hall in An Qilin's mouth is actually a temple-like place.

With the influence of the Lingmen in Jinling, even if the mountain is closed and the world is closed, there are countless people who have set up such an offering hall to show their loyalty and want to join the Lingmen.

And these spiritual doors worship halls, all of them are built magnificently, resplendent with gold, like a cave mansion, and the residences of ordinary people are not as good as one-tenth of them.

In the worship hall, just by entering the eye, you can see more than a dozen statues with exquisite craftsmanship, each of which is several meters high, carved with high-quality jade, and also made of pure gold, showing luxury, and no one dares to be disrespectful.

It's only about ten minutes.

The group walked into the worship hall.

I saw that the leader was the fat-faced man from before, and at this time he couldn't stop smiling, and raised his hand to beckon.

Then, a devastated man with a white beard lay on the ground and was dragged in.

Luo Chuhe was hopeless in his eyes at this time, and the fighting spirit of a martial idiot for decades was even more scattered.

Heavenly Master, Hug Dan Heavenly Master!

One palm is enough to destroy the will of any warrior!

And the last few voices that Luo Chuhe could hear were also the "Welcome Holy Maiden" that those big sects and big families congratulated in their mouths!

After completing the seal, Luo Shengnu left with An Qilin, and did not know where to go.

"It's disgusting, get down on my knees!"

When the fat-faced man saw Luo Chuhe's appearance as a homeless man, he immediately scolded, stretched out his leg and kicked Luo Chuhe's back knee, forcing him to kneel in the lobby.

In front of Luo Chu River, it is naturally the Lingzi of all generations since the founding of the Lingmen.

Some of them are angry, some are gentle.

But no matter which one it is, in the carved eyes, there is no domineering and introverted outgoing, as if the Son of Heaven is in the world!

Ordinary people come in, but they are afraid that just in front of the statues of the spirit sons of the past generations, they will already be pressed to their knees by this majesty, and they will not stop kowtowing.

But even now, Luo Chuhe was kicked by someone, but he still subconsciously supported it with his hands and did not kneel.

When the fat-faced man saw this, he immediately became angry, and his face was so fat that it could drip oil, and he said, "Waste, you should thank your daughter for becoming a saint! Otherwise, an ant like you will have the opportunity to bow down here and worship the idols of the spirits of all generations?"

As soon as the word daughter came out, it seemed to touch the taboo of Luochuhe.

But if he wanted to be angry, his qi and blood were almost exhausted, and he was dead and white.

For a martial artist, qi and blood are the root, without qi and blood, it is nothing, and even an ordinary person can't beat it.

The fat-faced man was originally a little flustered when he saw Luo Chuhe move, but then he saw that his eyes gradually dimmed, and he no longer had the will to fight, so he was immediately relieved.

"Don't kneel down for me yet! Bow three thousand a day, and I will ask the people of the worship hall to give you something to eat. The fat-faced man said with good intentions.

As soon as these words came out, I heard an old man with a kind eyebrow and a kind old man come over.

His smile was like a flower, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he said, "Such a waste, using the food of my spiritual gate to worship the hall, isn't it desecrating the spiritual gate?"

In one sentence, it was all contempt for Luo Chuhe, and the surrounding worship hall disciples nodded one after another, laughing and laughing.

"What the Elder of the Offering Hall said is that I am too self-assertive, how can such a waste that provokes the spirit son be qualified to eat the food of the Offering Hall. The fat-faced man replied with a smiling face.

After saying that, his face turned ruthless, and he turned around to look at Luo Chuhe's old back, and the fat all over his body trembled with anger.

It was as if he wanted to vent his anger at the scolding on Luo Chuhe.

The fat-faced man's legs and feet shook, and with all the strength of his body, coupled with his weight of nearly three hundred catties, he was about to kick Luo Chuhe's knee hard!

If you go down this foot, even ordinary people will probably be trampled on and break their legs!

Not to mention that Luo Chu River has exhausted his qi and blood and is almost dying of old age!