Lifting the curtain is a slender and beautiful hand, slender and fitting, even flesh and bones, adding a point too much, subtracting a point too little, flawless and immaculate, like mutton fat white jade, flawless. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is no doubt that this is a woman's hand!

However, it was clearly a man's voice that stopped the red cherry blossoms and green willows just now.

A woman in white clothes is better than snow, black hair is like a waterfall, and a graceful posture bends out, her demeanor is graceful, every move is beautiful, her face looks extremely fair, revealing a little pale and unhealthy color, it seems to be very delicate and weak, and a pair of shining eyes are full of depth and wisdom.

For a moment, Chu Liuxiang almost thought that he had seen Su Rongrong.

Su Rongrong is also frail and sickly, Bing Xue is smart, and he is his brainchild, others say that Chu Xiangshuai is invincible and has never been defeated, but he doesn't know that among them, Su Rongrong has at least three successes.

The girl in white didn't even look at Chu Liuxiang, and pushed a wheelchair out of the carriage, and Chu Liuxiang was immediately attracted by the young man in the wheelchair.

He had never seen such a "special" person!

The girl in white has the inherent appearance of captivating the country and the city, and she is stunning in the world, but in front of this young man, she suddenly lost her color and dimmed her brilliance.

This young man is like a condenser that devours everything, taking away the light, no matter who it is, no matter how many people there are in the crowd, you can only see him alone at a glance.

Chu Liuxiang had met the mythical Night Emperor of the former martial arts generation when he was young, and he had a great friendship with the Iron and Blood Great Banner Sect, but at this moment, he found that whether it was the Night Emperor or Tie Zhongtang's demeanor, compared to the young man in front of him, it seemed to be more than inferior.

This person's demeanor is so radiant that he has only seen it in his life.

Even he had a strange feeling in his heart, although the other party was sitting in front of him, he was actually standing tall in the sky, looking down from another interface.

He finally understood why the red cherry and green willows were willing to stoop to be servants!

Wang Dong looked at Chu Liuxiang, if he really wants to talk about it, this is still his idol in his youth, thinking about it at this moment, he has a sense of vicissitudes, and smiled: "Chu Xiang is handsome." ”

Chu Liuxiang bowed his hand and said with a smile: "It's Chu, who had a lot of rudeness before, I hope to ask for forgiveness, but I haven't asked for advice yet?" ”

Wang waved his hand and said, "My surname is Wang." ”

Chu Liuxiang thought quickly, but he couldn't think of this person on the rivers and lakes anyway, so he couldn't help asking: "Brother Wang came to Shaolin, I don't know why?" ”

"Just to get my stuff back!" Wang Dong turned his gaze to the direction of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple and shook his head slightly, "It's a pity that it's late!" ”

Bingbing asked softly, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just that the Heavenly Demon Blood Hand is no longer in the temple."

Wang Dong narrowed his eyes slightly, the Yuan Shen returned to the void, sensing the breath of the Heavenly Demon Blood Hand, under the observation of his Yuan Shen, a looming black gas flew out from this temple, and "Hula" transformed into a black dragon with teeth and claws, roaring in the universe, devouring the heavens and the earth, and going straight to the west.

"The land of the West, the ...... of the Western Regions." Wang Dong was thoughtful.

"The remnants of demonic qi in Southern Shaolin are more than ten times better than those in other places, but that hand is indeed gone, and it was transferred about seven days ago."

Bingbing was stunned: "Could it be that these Shaolin monks secretly Chen Cang secretly hid the bloody hands of the Heavenly Demon elsewhere?" ”

It's right to think about it, the news of the Heavenly Demon Bloody Hand spread to the martial arts, arousing people's secret desires, and on the bright side alone, it has attracted hundreds of martial artists from the rivers and lakes, and there are countless people who secretly watch and pretend.

If Nan Shaolin still honestly suppressed the Heavenly Demon Blood Hand in the Relic Pagoda, this is stupid!

Just to guard against those uninvited guests, I am afraid that the monks in the temple will be anxious.

"It's more likely that the house thief is difficult to prevent, and the guard steals by himself!"

The king shook his head and smiled.

"Could it be that Wuhua meddled again?!"

Chu Liuxiang was silent, and only from the conversation between Wang Dong and Bingbing, he roughly figured out eight or nine points, and even the so-called guards and thieves he faintly speculated.

"Since that hand isn't in the temple, do we still need to go there?" Bingbing asked.

"It's all here, why not go in?" Wang Dong sighed: "What's more, I also provoked this incident, so I have to clean up the mess." ”

Bingbing nodded, and then pushed the wheelchair forward slowly, and the red cherry blossoms and green willows floated behind him like two shadows.

Seeing that Wang Dong and everyone were hanging themselves aside and ignoring them anymore, Chu Liuxiang touched his nose, and he didn't see any annoyance, so he followed step by step.

Wang Dong did not hide his qi, and went straight to the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, a strong sense of presence filled every inch of space around him, as if a great sun was hanging in the air, wrapped in the awe-inspiring divine power and pressed down.

In an instant, the hundreds of thousands of martial arts people who were surrounded in front of the mountain gate all felt that the air had solidified, as if they had turned into a copper wall, and in the midst of this, their sense of existence was extremely squeezed and shrunk, as if they had become particles of dust.

The noisy scene was silent, silent, and the formless and qualitative qi suddenly dispersed, breathtaking.

Pedal Pedal ............

It was difficult to hold on, and he saw countless martial artists change color in unison, staggering backwards, and dodging a passage as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

Zen Master Tianming and the monks behind him also looked violently shocked, and fell backwards, and many monks were unstable and fell to the ground.

"Who is this royal brother who is sacred!"

Rao was so calm with Chu Liuxiang's heart that he couldn't help but be dumbfounded at the moment, suspecting that he was in a dream and what he saw was an illusion.

Without a single move, thousands of people retreated, this kind of scene is shocking.

Zen Master Tianming lost his mind for a moment, as if he saw the true Buddha walking in the world, his eyes drooped and he almost fell to his knees.

Approaching the realm of the Tao with Wang Dong, if you are in the Daomen, you are the Tianzun, the immortal of the red dust, and when you reach the Buddha's house, it is the road of transcendence, the way of the other side, and the Buddha of the world!

If he releases all his qi and the people's hearts are in harmony with the will of heaven, even the Tianming Zen Master, who has the highest cultivation in the field, will treat him as a world-honored person and offer the most devout worship!

Tianming Zen Master shouted the Buddha's name, bowed his head, as if he did not dare to look directly at the holy face of the true Buddha, and bowed down to pay respects: "Little monk Tianming, welcome the holy car to our temple." ”

Wang Dong glanced at Zen Master Tianming, waved his hand and said, "The Heavenly Demon Blood Hand is mine, so you can go back wherever you come from." ”

"Yes!"

Between these words, it seems that the mouth is full of heavenly constitution, and the words follow the law, and the people around them are respectful and polite, peaceful and stable, as if they have fallen into infinite peace, great peace, slowly retreating, and the tide spreads out in all directions.

No matter how unruly the heroes are, or the rampant heroes on the evil road, the heroic generation of heroes is actually peaceful and peaceful, and they leave without joy or sorrow.

Chu Liuxiang was already cold, and his heart seemed to sink into an ice cave, and he felt a boundless chill surging into his heart.