Confusion and resentment eventually turned to calm.

The middle-aged monk's strength was not strong, so in the face of Zhou Fei's murderous lock, he knew that he was in a catastrophe, and any counterattack would only provoke a more terrifying sword qi attack.

So he chose to face death calmly.

The monks of the Hanging Temple are never afraid of death.

"The Master's vision of choosing the representatives of the world is still so unique. In you, I see the shadow of Xin Zhige. Like him, you are unreasonable and ruthless, and you flout all the rules of the world by virtue of your strength. But so what? Rules are a manifestation of the way of heaven, and they are beings that all people in the world must abide by. You can kill me, but you'll never be able to change the rules. The middle-aged monk said lightly.

When he said this, the middle-aged monk was solemn, as if he had the posture of a monk.

The people on the side felt that what the old monk said was very reasonable, and they also thought that Zhou Fei's behavior at the moment was really insulting to the style of the academy.

What's more, he also has two sisters with him.

In particular, the old monk brought out Xin Zhige, which further corroborated his statement.

How did Xin Zhige die?

It was because of unruly obedience that he was finally punished by heaven and died.

But Zhou Fei heard a little bit of extraneous sound from the words of this middle-aged monk.

"Old monk, it seems that you were beaten by my little uncle. Zhou Fei said with a smile: "Although you deliberately kept calm, there was always a wave of resentment in your eyes, which could not be concealed. ”

The middle-aged monk snorted and did not answer.

Zhou Fei switched to serious mode and said word by word: "Let me emphasize one more point, you can scold me, it doesn't matter if I'm a two-skinned face anyway." But you can't say that my little uncle. He is the pride of the academy and the pride of the Tang Dynasty, you people don't even deserve to mention his name, do you know? In the future, if I hear someone say this about my little uncle, Lao Tzu will turn his face. ”

The middle-aged monk said: "Don't change the topic here, even if you kill me today, you won't be able to get by." ”

Zhou Fei changed his posture (one posture was too long, his arms were a little sore) and said: "Actually, this matter can be easily solved, you take a step back, I will take a step forward, and I will finish." Why do you have to be so persistent?"

The middle-aged monk said, "Then why didn't you take a step back?"

Zhou Fei said solemnly: "Because the people of the academy never know how to retreat. ”

"So Xin Zhige died. The middle-aged monk mentioned Xin Zhige again.

Although he regretted it a little after saying it, the water that was spilled out of the words was never taken back.

Zhou Fei's face changed.

Although he had not seen Xin Zhige, he had accepted part of Xin Zhige's inheritance, and on the shore of the lake at the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, if it weren't for the sword intent that Xin Zhige left in his body to kill Yongyan, the current Zhou Fei would have already turned into white bones.

Therefore, Zhou Fei has great respect for Xin Zhige.

In fact, the people in the entire academy are very respectful.

This kind of respect is engraved in the bones, and it does not need to be imperceptibly inherited, and it will be automatically inherited from the moment you worship the second floor of the academy.

Xin Zhige is not just a person, but also a symbol.

The symbol of the college.

The old monk mentioned Xin Zhige's death again and again, and Zhou Fei's previous warning also fell on deaf ears, if he didn't do anything again, it would really make the other party look down on him.

"From now on, if I hear the three words Xin Zhige from your mouth again, even if it is just a homonym, I will kill you. Zhou Fei said seriously: "Moreover, I am about to enter the first line of heaven, if you stop me, I will kill you as well." ”

No one questioned the authenticity of Zhou Fei's words.

Because when Zhou Fei said this, the murderous aura was almost about to condense into substance.

The middle-aged monk was even forced back several steps by this powerful killing intent, even if he desperately tried to stabilize his body, he still couldn't withstand Zhou Fei's terrifying killing intent.

Yi Tong, who had been watching from the side, took a step forward.

Then he froze.

Because of Zhou Fei's sword qi, he was actually blocked!

This kid, the control of the sword qi is so accurate.

Three years ago, he was still a second-generation official with the first waste material in Chang'an, but today he has entered the gods.

The speed of this cultivation is really staggering.

The middle-aged monk glanced at Yi Tong, and then smiled at him in return.

He knew that Yi Tong was preparing to come to the round.

But there is no need for that.

Today, he wants to use his own blood to prove a point to the world, that is, the domineering of the academy.

The other cultivators were also silenced.

They never imagined that things would come to this point.

As a representative of the academy, Zhou Fei's behavior was really excessive.

How could he despise the rules of the Hanging Temple so much.

Those cultivators who had shown favor to Zhou Fei before all felt that their faces were a little hot.

But the prince of Chu is secretly refreshing at the moment.

Being humiliated by Zhou Fei originally made him extremely irritable, but who would have thought that Zhou Fei would die by himself, not only to force himself into the sky, but also to kill the monk of the Hanging Temple.

This kind of thing, even the master does not dare to try it easily, after all, once the mouth is opened, it will be a war between the two countries.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely anxious, and Zhou Fei's knife had been withheld, but it could be swung out at any time, and then destroy the world.

Those who have strength don't want to get ahead, and those who want to get ahead don't have the strength.

For a while, he couldn't stand up and stop this.

At this moment, the path up the mountain suddenly sounded the camel bell.

Everyone looked over and saw several white camels pulling a white cart, slowly approaching.

Then, a voice full of bitterness came from the camel cart: "The Tang people are still unreasonable, just like their ancestors, barbaric and disorderly. Zhou Fei, do you think this is your own backyard? The rules of the Hanging Temple are also something you can trample on at will? Even the master would not dare to do this. You are truly a disgrace to the Academy. ”

As soon as the sound fell, another sound came from behind the camel cart.

However, this voice is very solemn and solemn, and even if you can't see people, just listening to this voice will make a specific image appear in many people's minds.

Four words are enough to describe.

The treasure is solemn.

"The Hanging Temple is not afraid of things, but it is not afraid of things either. It is a quiet place, and no one has ever dared to spread wild here, and you have made a fool of yourself about killing people here. I really want to ask you, why?"

This voice made the middle-aged monk ecstatic.

He had already guessed the identity of the owner of the voice, so when he looked at Zhou Fei, there was a little more provocation in his eyes.

Zhou Fei's expression returned to seriousness again.

At the same time, the alarm bell sounded in my heart.

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