"Wang ...... Wang Chulan?"

Hiss!

At this moment, Master Lei's heart was trembling violently.

The Imperial Diet Pavilion invaded Longhu Mountain, and Lingxiao Pavilion wanted to change its head, these things, Master Lei knew.

But Master Lei didn't pay much attention to it.

It's just an imperial food pavilion, and it took three years for Fang Tepai, but it didn't work out?

It's just a Lingxiao Pavilion, an outdated small sect, what's there to fear?

And now, the appearance of the sweeping monk has reversed the situation, and the three major sects are all kneeling.

But the problem is that Master Lei has made a lot of calculations, but he never dreamed that the head of Lingxiao Pavilion is actually - Wang! Chu Lan!

"That Wang Chulan is proficient in metaphysics, but what a poor monk, and with the assistance of the ancestors, the poor monk ...... I'm afraid of hair!"

When he thought of this, Guru Lei was no longer afraid, but picked up a new cup of tea.

"Newspaper - the head of Qiqi, the king of Lingxiao Pavilion, Chu Lan, is here. "A monk came over.

Poof!

As soon as these words came out, the tea that Master Lei had just drunk in his mouth instantly sprayed the monk's face.

"Quick...... Close the mountain gate. ”

Master Lei roared angrily: "Immediately send an order, let the eighteen bronze people personally go to guard the mountain gate." ”

Roar!

Master Lei roared repeatedly, and only then did he realize that all the monks were a little stunned.

"Master, there are so many of us, and there is a big mountain protection array, that Wang Chulan is a fart. ”

A handsome young monk walked over: "If he Wang Chulan dares to come, I promise to beat him, he doesn't even know his mother." ”

As soon as these words came out, all the monks nodded one after another, all with disdain.

Nonsense!

Even the three major sects knelt down, and the head of the sect was seriously injured, you are a Wang Chulan, we are afraid of wool!

"Xiaoming, you must not underestimate the enemy, this Wang Chulan's martial arts are not high, but he is a little evil. ”

Master Lei, with a serious look in his eyes: "In this way, you go to guard the second line of defense, if the eighteen bronze people are defeated, you will take eight hundred stick monks, and you must intercept Wang Chulan's house." ”

Airplanes!

The voice fell, and the audience was in an uproar.

"Master, are you exaggerating a little too much?" the head of the Warrior Monk Hall suddenly frowned.

"Maybe it's an exaggeration, but the poor monk doesn't want to be surprised. "Master Lei, the purpose is serious.

After speaking, Master Lei continued: "Senior Martial Brother, you go and summon the Eight Heavenly Dragons and let them guard the last line of defense. ”

Yes?

As soon as they heard this, the elders of the Lei Yin Temple looked at each other and fell into shock.

Among the first generation of disciples, Master Lei's martial arts were the weakest.

It is precisely because of this that Master Lei has the opportunity to become the head of the contemporary generation.

And the so-called Eight Heavenly Dragons, like Master Lei, are the first generation disciples of Lei Yin Temple.

The martial arts of the Eight Heavenly Dragons may not be as good as the Ancestors, but if the eight of them join forces, the power is still very strong.

It's just that, because of some restrictions, the Eight Heavenly Dragons will not go down the mountain at all, but will only guard the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

As long as the Daxiong Treasure Hall is not extinguished, the fire of inheritance of the Leiyin Temple will naturally not be extinguished.

But for the sake of a junior, even the eight Heavenly Dragons have to be dispatched?

No way!

This...... It's too much, exaggerated, right?

But!

Although they were a little dissatisfied and incomprehensible, the monks could only obey Master Lei's orders.