The head of the palm bowl suddenly rushed in front of him, and the iron bowl was raised, and with a soft clang, a steel needle was connected to the bowl. The steel needle still came from nowhere, but the palm bowl faucet has been preoccupied with vigilance, and only the blue light flickered slightly in the sun, so he grabbed the bowl and took it, as long as it was a little slow half a step, the palm stick faucet died.

Kongzhi's figure faltered, and he went around behind the nine monks of the Dharma Hall, and with a bang, kicked out the fourth old monk from the left, and then grabbed his back collar and lifted it, and said: "Kongru, it turned out to be you, and you also colluded with Yuanzhen." ”

With his right hand, he grabbed the front of his monk's robe and pulled it down, and with a snort, the placket cracked, revealing a small steel cylinder around his waist with a thin hole in the head. Everyone is suddenly aware: this steel cylinder must be equipped with a strong spring, just reach out in your arms and press the barrel on the bracket, the hole will shoot out of the steel needle to feed the poison, to launch this hidden weapon without raising your arm and waving your hand, even if the two stand opposite each other, only a few feet apart, you can't see that the other party has launched a hidden weapon.

The head of the dragon with a stick was full of grief and anger, lifted the iron rod and swept it over, beating Kong Ru to death with his brain. This Kongru is the same generation as the four great monks and monks, and his martial arts are all high, but because he was caught by Kongzhi and struggled, he couldn't dodge the dragon head and iron rod swept over. The heroes screamed in unison again.

Kong Zhi was stunned for a moment, glared angrily at the head of the club, and thought, "You are too reckless, and you don't ask clearly." ”

In the midst of the chaos, four Xuanyi nuns suddenly walked into the square quickly, each holding the dust, and said loudly: "Zhou Zhiruo, the head of the Emei faction, led his disciples to meet the abbot of Shaolin Temple. ”

Kong Zhi put down the empty corpse: "Please come in!" and greeted him quietly.

The remaining eight old monks of the Dharma Hall were still following him, and they turned a blind eye to the tragedy of the scene just now, and they didn't remember it at all.

The four nuns saluted and retreated, turned back and out, floated and floated away, and it was rare that the four of them advanced and retreated together, as if they were one person. When Zhang Wuji heard Zhou Zhiruo's arrival, his face immediately turned red, and he peeked at Zhao Min, Zhao Min was also looking at him, the two looked at each other, Zhao Min's eyes seemed to be smiling, the corners of his mouth were slightly slanted, and he seemed to have contempt, and he didn't know whether to laugh at Zhang Wuji for being embarrassed, or to look down on the bluff of the Emei faction.

Emei sent all the heroines to the square on their own like beggars, and waited until Kong Zhi led the same group of monks out to greet them, and then they marched in line, but they saw eighty or ninety female disciples in one color of Xuanyi, most of which were female nuns with lost hair, and a small half were elderly, middle-aged, and young women. After the female disciples finished, they were many feet apart, and a beautiful and vulgar girl in green shirts walked forward slowly, it was Zhou Zhiruo, the head of the Emei faction.

Zhang Wuji saw that her face was thin and haggard, and he felt pity and shame in his heart. A few zhang behind Zhou Zhiruo, there were more than 20 male disciples, dressed in dark robes, most of them were polite and elegant, not as strong and flying as the characters of other sects. Each male disciple carried a wooden box in his hand, long or short, and the more than 100 Emei people did not carry blades on their bodies or hands, and their weapons were obviously contained in the wooden box.

Qun Xiong secretly praised in his heart: "The Emei faction is very polite, and the blade is not exposed, which means respecting the Shaolin faction." ”

Zhang Wuji waited for Emei to send everyone to sit down, walked to the front of the wooden shed, and made a long bow to Zhou Zhiruo, ashamed and ashamed: "Sister Zhou, Zhang Wuji is here." ”

Huo Ran, a dozen female disciples in the Emei faction, stood up, all of them raised their eyebrows, their faces were full of anger, and Zhou Zhiruo replied: "Don't dare, why should Sect Leader Zhang be polite? ”

Her face was calm, and she didn't know if she was happy or angry. Zhang Wuji was stunned: "Zhiruo, that day, in order to rush to save the Golden Retriever Lion King, I missed the gift, and I didn't want to go." ”

Zhou Zhiruo: "I heard that Old Man Xie was lost in the Shaolin Temple, and Sect Master Zhang must have been rescued." ”

Zhang Wuji's face turned red: "The martial arts of the senior monks of the Shaolin sect are profound, and the Mingjiao has already lost a battle, and the white-eyed eagle king unfortunately died because of this." ”

Zhou Zhiruo: "Old man Yin is a hero, it's a pity, it's a pity." ”

Zhang Wuji saw that she didn't show any joy or anger, and he didn't know what her mind was, every word he said was touched back by her with a soft nail, and he was really uninteresting. But after thinking about it, on the day of her wedding, she actually went with Zhao Min in front of countless guests, and the sadness in her heart at that time was thousands of times more than her own little boring today.

At the moment, he said: "I will save the golden lion king later, and I hope to remember the feelings of the past and give a helping hand." ”

As soon as he said these words, his heart moved: "In the past six months, her skills have improved greatly, and on that day, even Fan You's skills were forced out of her way by one move." Min Meixue is also the director of various factions, and she was almost killed on the spot. And the day when Du Baidang and Yi Sanniang were killed, it was even more ...... It's even more ...... Thinking about it, anyone who takes over as the head of Emei has another secret martial arts secret book in her faction. Her comprehension is higher than that of the exterminator, so that the blue is blue, and it is better than the blue, if she is willing to join forces with me, I am afraid that she will be able to break through the Vajra Demon Circle. ”

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Zhiruo, I have something to ask for." ”

Zhou Zhiruo's face suddenly turned pale: "Sect Leader Zhang, please respect yourself, today, how can you use the old title again." ”

Stretching out his hand behind him, he made a move: "Qingshu, come over and tell Sect Master Zhang about our affairs." ”

I saw a bearded man come over, clasped his fists and said, "Sect Leader Zhang, hello." ”

Zhang Wuji listened to the voice of Song Qingshu, stared at it carefully, and recognized that it was indeed him, but he put on a lot of makeup, pretending to be old and ugly, covering his true face, so he hugged his fists and said: "It turned out to be Brother Song, everything is fine." ”

Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "Speaking of which, I have to thank Sect Master Zhang, you were about to marry Neiko that day, and you regretted it temporarily......"

Zhang Wuji was taken aback and asked in a trembling voice, "What?"

Song Qingshu said: "I have a happy marriage, but I would like to thank Sect Master Zhang for making it happen." ”

Suddenly, Zhang Wuji was like five thunderbolts, standing in a daze, his eyes saw a white expanse, and he heard countless chaotic sounds in his ears, but he didn't know what others were saying, and after a long time, he felt that someone grabbed his arm and said, "Sect Master, please go back!"

Zhang Wuji froze his mind, squinted his eyes, and saw that it was Han Lin'er who was holding his arm. I saw that his face was full of sadness and indignation, and he said to Zhou Zhiruo: "Miss Zhou, my sect leader is a hero of great benevolence and righteousness, and it was just a little misunderstanding that day, so you married this...... This one...... Hmph, hmph!"

He wanted to scold Song Qingshu a few words, but because of Zhou Zhiruo's face, the words came to his mouth, but he endured it again. Although Zhang Wuji has a deep love for Zhao Min, he always thinks that he and Zhou Zhiruo have a marriage contract, and in order to rescue the golden lion king that day, he had to go with Zhao Min.

He turned his head and saw Zhou Zhiruo stretching out his slender hand as white as jade and beckoning to Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu walked up to her triumphantly, sat next to her, and said to Zhang Wuji: "When we got married, we didn't make a big fuss and alarm others. This cup of wine should be repaid in the future. ”

Zhang Wuji wanted to say thank you, but his throat seemed to be dumb, and he couldn't say these three words. Han Lin'er pulled his arm: "Sect Master, don't pay attention to this kind of person." ”

Song Qingshu laughed: "Brother Han, this cup of wedding wine will be indispensable to you at that time." ”

Han Lin'er spat on the ground and said hatefully: "Even if I drink three jars of horse urine, it is better than drinking your unlucky dead man's wine." ”

Zhang Wuji sighed, took Han Lin'er's arm and walked away gloomily. At this time, the head of the beggar gang had a loud voice, and he was fighting fiercely with a Shaolin monk. Zhang Wuji, Zhou Zhiruo, Song Qingshu, and Han Lin'er said these words in front of the wooden shed of the Emei faction in the northwest corner, and they did not attract attention, and the group of heroes has been listening to the disputes between the beggar gang and the Shaolin faction.

Zhang Wuji returned to the wooden shed of Mingjiao and sat down, his mind was not guarded, and he vaguely seemed to hear the Shaolin monk wearing a big red robe say: "I said that Senior Brother Yuanzhen and Chen Youliang are not in this temple, and your gang must not believe it." The Elder of your gang unfortunately died, and our sect was empty as if Uncle Shi had already died, what else is there to say?"

The head of the stick said: "You said that Yuan Zhen and Chen Youliang are not there, who can trust you? ”

The Shaolin monk sneered: "Your Excellency wants to search the Shaolin Temple, it must be a little too arrogant, right? A mere beggar may not have the ability to do this." ”

The head of the stick said angrily: "You look down on the beggars, okay, I'll learn first." ”

The Shaolin monk said: "For thousands of years, I don't know how many heroes have come to Shaolin, relying on the Buddha's mercy, but the Shaolin Temple has not taught people to burn it." ”

The more the two of them talked, the more stiff they became, and when they saw that they were about to make a move, Kong Zhi sat on the sidelines, but did not intervene. Suddenly, I heard Situ Qianzhong's yin and yang strange voice and said: "Today, the heroes of the world gather in Shaolin, and some come from thousands of miles away, is it to take revenge on the beggar gang?"

Xia Qing said: "Yes, Liang Zi of the Beggars Gang and the Shaolin Sect, please put it aside for the time being, it's not too late to settle the accounts slowly, let's deal with Xie Xun's traitor first." ”

The head of the stick said angrily: "Don't be unclean in your mouth, the golden lion king Xie Daxia is one of the kings of the Ming Sect, what traitor is not a traitor?"

Xia Qing's voice was like a bell, and he said loudly: "You are afraid of Mingjiao, but I am not afraid of Mingjiao." A traitor like Xie Xun still respectfully calls him a heroic warrior?"

Yang Xiao walked to the middle of the square, hugged his fists and saluted, and said: "In the left envoy of the light of the Xia Ming Sect, there is a word to say to the heroes of the world." There is indeed something wrong with the fact that I taught the Lion King Xie to kill and injure innocents in the past......"

Xia Qing: "Hmph, everyone killed him, with a few words of your understatement, can you bring the dead back to life?"

Yang Xiao said proudly: "We walk the rivers and lakes, we live a life of licking blood on the head of the knife, can live to this day, which one does not carry a few lives in his hands? If every person killed had to die, there would be only a few of the thousands of heroes in this square left. Old Xia Hero, have you never killed anyone in your life?"

At that time, the world was in turmoil, the Quartet was disturbed, martial arts people walked the rivers and lakes, if they were not killed, they were killed, it was quite difficult to be alone, and those who did not have the slightest blood stain on their hands could be said to be extremely rare except for a few monks and nuns of the Shaolin faction and the Emei faction. This Shandong tycoon Xia Qing is irritable and hurts countless people, and Yang Xiao's words instantly made him speechless.