At this moment, Shi Wuwei had already seen the cultivation of this White Tiger Hall master. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The cultivation of the second grade, in this secular sect, is indeed worthy of the name of the other party's hall master.

But he also noticed one thing.

Although they are all second-grade, the pressure on him from this middle-aged man is much smaller than that of Wu Xiaofeng, who died in his hands in the waterfall that night.

He even thought that even the thunder of the second-grade middle level was a little stronger than this so-called hall master.

"It seems that this should be the difference between the gangs and the top sects. This is also the difference between a soldier and a gangster."

In fact, his thoughts at the moment are not wrong.

This money gang is just a gang that has sprung up in the past two decades.

And in the process of this rise, they not only colluded with the government and profited from each other, but also absorbed many idle ruffians as disciples.

But the rise and fall of a sect often depends on their disciples.

The disciples of this generation, as well as those who are old, are the true essence of a sect.

So, this is the difference between the Money Gang and the Taoist Sect. This is the difference between this White Tiger Hall Master, Lei Ming, and Wu Xiaofeng.

In fact, this Huang Feihu is not weak in cultivation. On the contrary, the strength of the second-grade upper rank can already be regarded as a strong person.

He's just weak in his surroundings.

Just imagine, how can the strength of a person who deals with the rats in the market all day long be comparable to a soldier who trains all day and is bent on killing the enemy.

And although Wu Xiaofeng of Lushan finally practiced a whole body of magic skills, but before that, after all, he had practiced the Daomen exercises for more than 30 years.

In fact, if you really let this Huang Feihu compete with Wu Xiaofeng in the same realm, I am afraid that the two of them will not be the opponents of the other party.

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At this time, the little monk was obviously at a loss by the other party's compliments.

I saw him stunned and looked at Su Wushi on the side, and then at Shi Wuwei, as if he was asking, what should I do next.

looked at Su Wushi spreading his hands, looking like he didn't care about himself.

Shi Wuwei had no choice but to take the little monk's eyes and say for him, "That's it, Hall Master Huang." That's the end of it, you see."

Seeing that the other party's group of people seemed to be led by Shi Wuwei, the hall master also began to pay attention to the other party and said.

"Of course. Today is my recklessness, and I hope that a few young heroes will forgive me."

There was no self-surrender in his words, just an extra respect.

Actually, he had already discovered one thing.

That is, even if his group of people swarmed up, they were not necessarily the opponents of the other five.

Because the other party is full of young people with strong martial arts, this alone is enough to show that they must be from famous families.

And just by virtue of this, these people are no longer his money gang, and they can afford to be provoked.

Therefore, after that, after a few polite words with Shi Wuwei, he took a group of subordinates and withdrew from the inn.

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"Wow~ Little monk, do you know how handsome you were just now? … Kindness? How handsome, you know? ”。

After seeing the last disciple of the Money Gang retreat, Su Wushi finally shouted excitedly.

But the little monk obviously couldn't understand the excitement of the other party, and he still pouted a little depressedly, "Hmph~ Who asked him to say bad things about my master."

As soon as these words came out, coupled with his serious expression, everyone finally laughed out loud again.

However, after the laughter subsided, Shi Wuwei was still a little distracted.

I saw him, and said worriedly, "With the temperament of this young gang leader, I'm afraid that he will definitely find a chance to take revenge after he wakes up."

Su Wushi was very indifferent, while drinking chicken soup and eating dishes, he answered, "Hey, I said uncle, don't worry about this, worry about that." With this little money gang, any uncle from my Dao Sect can wipe them out cleanly, ......."

With that, he drank all the chicken soup from that night and continued, "So, they didn't dare to do anything to us."

Looking at Su Wushi, who was full of words, Shi Wuwei did not refute the other party.

Although he also felt that what he said was quite reasonable, he still felt something the same in his heart.

Therefore, he could only sigh in his heart, "Hey, I hope so."

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Night.

Days of bouncing, tired. Finally, the people who had finished their meals began to rest.

The farce in the evening did not disturb Su Wushi's mind, and the six pure little monks naturally did not take that trivial matter to heart.

Therefore, the two of them lay on the bed early and slept "hugging".

It's just that looking at these two sleeping people, Shi Wuwei's heart is faintly waiting for me to be uneasy.

He didn't sleep, or rather, the worries in his heart made him suppress the sleepiness in his heart.

Because, he still thinks that these people in the Money Gang will not give up.

That's why he sat in front of the wooden coffee table, guarding the two who were sleeping.

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The black clouds in the sky obscured the bright moonlight.

At the same time, it is also on his heart, Mongolia has cast a shadow.

He thought it was strange, because the night was quiet and eerie.

He counted the hours.

At this time, Zi Shi thought that a moment had passed.

But he never waited for the sound in his heart.

He knew very well that in a town like this Nanping Town, there would definitely be people who would fight the watch.

If not, or if he didn't hear the sound of "dong dong", then there is only one possibility.

That is, the person who beat the watch should have been deliberately transferred or killed.

In fact, he also knew that it was just a possibility. That's why he waited another quarter of an hour after the hour had passed, just to dispel the restlessness.

However, it is a pity that he still did not wait for words similar to "the weather is dry, be careful of the fire candle".

So, in a state of uneasiness, he had no choice but to get up and want to go outside the inn to have a look.

He got up and left the square table and walked to the wooden door of the room.

However, just as he was about to come to the wooden door, just as he was about to open it, he showed a wry smile.

"That's too much of a coincidence...... isn't it?"

It was the only thought on his mind at the moment.

Because at this moment, on top of the wooden door in front of him, a thin bamboo pipe happened to pierce the paper paste on the door.

A wisp of smoke, down the bamboo pipe, drifted into the room they were in.

So, he slapped it without hesitation.

A "~~~~~boom" sounded loudly.

I have to say that the disciple of the Money Gang outside the house is really unlucky.

He just followed the instructions of their hall master and went to the rooms of these people to blow some poisonous smoke first.

But before he could finish his first breath, just as he aimed his mouth at the bamboo pipe, he felt a huge force, like a mountain and a sea, crashing on his body.

Not only that, but the bamboo pipe on his mouth was like a sharp arrow, shooting backwards into his mouth.

Straight down his throat, through his spine, taking his life.

Poor him, even before he died, he still couldn't figure out what went wrong with him, so that the other party found himself.

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