"Master, no one under the mountain bullies the disciples." Xiao Rudao said respectfully.

"The master can teach you martial arts, but he can't protect you as an adult, however, the young eagle must eventually go through the polishing of the wind and rain before it can spread its wings, if someone bullies you, it doesn't matter, he will be killed, after the master gets out of trouble, the person who bullied you, the master will be killed." The middle-aged man said lightly.

"Evil obstacles, twenty-seven years, you still don't want to repent?" A person shouted in a deep voice, and an old monk with kind eyebrows appeared in the cave, and his every move carried a touch of mystery, which was more than a step higher than the abbot in the temple.

At this time, his eyebrows were all open, looking at the middle-aged man, and he was quite angry.

"Hehe, I am who I am, I just stick to my heart, how can I repent and say it directly?" The middle-aged man smiled softly, but with a touch of disdain.

"Old bald donkey, one day, when I get out of trouble, he will definitely wash Shaomur Mountain with blood and avenge me for twenty-seven years." The middle-aged man sneered.

"Rudao, you go back first," the words fell, and the middle-aged man waved his hand, but he sat on the stone bed by himself, closing his eyes.

Xiao Rudao glanced at the old monk with white eyebrows in front of him with hostility, and bowed to retire.

"How about my apprentice?" After Xiao Rudao left, the middle-aged man asked.

The old monk snorted coldly and did not speak.

"What you are trying to do is nothing more than my skills, but if you are pure in nature and firm in mind, how can you be deceived." The middle-aged man looked at the old monk and smiled coldly.

But he jumped off the stone bed, and his eyes showed a shocking battle intent, "I'm in a happy mood today, and I seem to have realized something." The middle-aged man chuckled and said, "How about the First World War?" Then he looked at the old monk and said coldly.

"If you want to fight, I will fight, where are you afraid?" The old monk snorted coldly, he had been practicing ascetic meditation for many years, and in front of this man, he couldn't keep calm.

This person is enlightened, and he is not enlightened again.

It's just that everyone understands this truth, but if you want to understand it, it is extremely difficult.

The old monk felt that if he could stop being angry in front of this man one day, then he would really achieve positive results.

If this man can escape from prison one day, then nothing in the world can control him.

Each other is each other's whetstone, but the most different is the same, but the heart is the same.

It's all for a pursuit, a goal.

"You can't do it alone, you five can go up together." The middle-aged man smiled faintly.

"Arrogance," the old monk snorted coldly.

Behind him, there were four people, one of them was wearing a Taoist robe, and he was holding a whisk in his hand, with white whiskers fluttering, but there was a bit of the smell of fairy wind and bones.

A man with a large body and a giant sword behind him.

One person is short, his face is old, and his body is bent, but his old eyes are shining.

The last person, with a slender figure, a huge pair of palms, fiddling with two iron balls in his hands, but his face was old, but judging from the outline, when he was young, he should be a beautiful man.

The middle-aged man looked at the four people who appeared one after another, and smiled coldly, "You five come together, haha," The middle-aged man's arrogant smile filled the hole.

The five of them snorted coldly, but they shot at the same time.

The Great War began.

An hour later, there was a trace of blood on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, but there was a fighting intent in his eyes, "You five, but Er'er, my time to get out of trouble is not far away." "A middle-aged man, standing with his hands in his hands, smiling wildly, with long hair, dancing without wind.

"Donor, you're in a demon." Among the five, the Taoist priest spoke, and his heaving chest could be seen that he had also been injured in the battle just now.

"You're going to kill me?" The middle-aged man sneered, but he was not afraid.

"Hehe, if the five of you shoot together, there is still a possibility of killing me, but before I die, the dead among you will definitely bury me, and at that time, Nalan has no way to come? How do you cope? The middle-aged man sneered, but he was not afraid.

"If you don't believe me, you can give it a try." The middle-aged man chuckled.

"Hmph," the short man snorted, but he was the first to pac away.

The remaining four, you look at me, I look at you, but they leave one after another.

All that remained in the cave was the long laughter of a middle-aged man.

Staying overnight in the mountains, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and seeing the bright moon in the mountains is a unique style.

Five people, three rooms, four women in twos and twos, only Xiao Fan is left alone, alone in the empty room, Ye Tingcheng originally intended to be with him, Luo Ningyan was also interested, and Wen Yiqian was also interested.

It's just that this matter can't be said, who is with it means hurting the other two, so it's just arranged like this.

In this quiet temple, Xiao Fan did not feel the slightest sleep, it seemed that the quieter he was, the more he couldn't sleep.

Quietly looking at the waning moon in the sky, Xiao Fan's thoughts flew into the distance, the northeast, I don't know what the situation is now? Xiao Fan touched his chin and thought secretly.

But I don't know, suffering Zhao Yu, the Xiao family's counterattack before death, how can it be easy to bear, no matter what, the defeat of the Xiao family is already doomed, Xiao Fan is gone, he walks chicly, but Zhao Yu suffers, there is no way, the interests of the Northeast cannot be handed over to others, he does not have Xiao Fan's courage.

In the villa where Zhao Yu lived when he was in S, tonight, I don't know how many waves of attacks were ushered in.

The family's guards have now suffered casualties, but the attacks are still ongoing.

has asked the S city government for help, but now the S city government is still too busy to take care of itself, besides, for Zhao Yu, the culprit who stirred up the situation, the S city government really has no good feelings, and many people even wish he was dead.

The government's path obviously doesn't work, and Zhao Yu has already called the Zhao family.

Now I just need to get through tonight, and after tonight, everything will be settled, but this night is a little longer.

Time slipped away minute by minute, Zhao Yu wandered in the room, such a night, he really had no intention of sleeping.

He was surrounded by guards sent by his family to protect him, but as time passed, the casualties outside were getting bigger and bigger.

There are already a few people who have gone out to the top, and there are only two people around.

What remains is naturally the elite of the elite, but under the attack of the Xiao family's dead soldiers, it is still not enough to see after all.

The moon is above the middle sky, but it is only before dawn, but there is still a break in time.

After all, he still underestimated the power of the Xiao family's counterattack before he died, and the family that had been operating in the Northeast for decades had such strength, but it was understandable.

Zhao Yu knew that if this situation continued, when the family guards were killed and injured, he was afraid that he would not be far from death.