Zhang Sui came out of Ju Xiaoman and Zhou Yanxin's room, feeling that the whole person was in a state of prostration.

After living for more than 20 years, the first love in the real sense ended like this.

After a final glance in the room, Zhang Sui wanted to rush in and explain to Zhou Yanxin and save the relationship between the two, but he smiled bitterly.

Zhou Yanxin was not wrong.

Or in the past, when he hadn't come out of the Heavenly God Sect yet, Zhou Yanxin asked this question, and he would choose her without hesitation, after all, Zhou Yanxin was his first love.

And now, thinking of Leng Muning's smile, and the unborn child in her belly.

Zhang Sui rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, forcing himself to cheer up.

On the first floor of the inn, Master Jiaye was still fighting against Yuwen Yingzong.

Zhang Sui walked downstairs and was about to go back to the firewood room to sleep, when Cheng Hanqing trotted over.

Zhang Sui waved his hand and asked him to play by himself, but suddenly found that the figure in front of him flashed, and went straight to the wooden table where he was sitting and the place where the invitation was.

"I took the invitation!" There was a loud laugh, and I saw a young monk with a bare chest, holding a jar of spirits in his left hand and slapping his right hand on the table.

The invitation flew off the table and fell into his hands.

Hiding the invitation close to his waist, the young monk staggered towards the door of the inn while tilting his head up to drink.

The young monk's sudden intrusion, as well as his stumbling steps, and his snatching of the invitation to the battle of the Flying Dragon List, these three points added up to make him the target of everyone's attention.

Yuwen Yingzong, who was fighting against Master Jiaye, was the first to get angry.

Giving up Master Jiaye, Yu Wenying turned around and slashed towards the door of the inn!

The knife slashed through the door of the inn, accompanied by a burst of dust, and countless pieces of wood fell, blocking the door of the inn!

The young monk's footsteps stopped abruptly, spit a few mouthfuls of saliva again and again, turned his head, glared at Yu Wenying and said, "Okay, you are shameless, you still know how to engage in sneak attacks!" ”

Yu Wenying sneered: "Monk Wuxin, are the precepts of the monks useless to you?" ”

"What does it have to do with you?" The heartless monk touched his right hand and touched the top of his bare head, and cursed: "Stupid * thing, you actually care about a poor monk!" ”

Zhang Sui looked at the Wuxin monk in surprise, who looked like those little hooligans in the bazaar, drunk, swearing, and acting rudely.

Comparing the Kasaba masters, it's exactly like the positive and negative sides.

The two of them are not very old, but their behavior is one in the sky and one in the ground, which is unacceptable no matter what.

Cheng Hanqing saw Zhang Sui looking at the heartless monk in a daze, and said with a smile: "That is my brother, called Master Jiaye; This is a Wuxin monk, who does things according to his own preferences, and has no heart or lungs, so his master married him with the name of 'Wuxin' before he died. ”

"Are they brothers?" Zhang Sui asked.

Cheng Hanqing joked: "It's unimaginable, right? Born to the same parents and raised in the same environment, they will be two extremes. ”

Zhang Sui nodded, and the extremely disappointed mood just now was faintly attracted by the two monks in front of him at this moment.

Yu Wenying saw that the unintentional monk took away the invitation, and at this moment, he even scolded himself, and he was immediately angry. ，

"Bald donkey, return my invitation!"

A whirlwind slash, Yu Wenying flipped violently in the air, and the glaive knife in his hand swung a circular sword and slashed towards the heartless monk!

Seeing this, Monk Jiaye quickly rushed towards the Wuxin monk and shouted, "Wuxin, stop!" ”

Zhang Sui looked at Monk Jiaye in surprise, it was obviously Yuwen Yingzong who did it, why did he let the Wuxin monk stop?

Cheng Hanqing said excitedly: "It's over, this Yuwen Yingzong." ”

Zhang Sui quickly glanced at the entire inn, and saw that everyone had the same look as Cheng Hanqing.

Seeing that the knife was about to slash Wuxin, but seeing a cruel smile on Wuxin's face, he threw down the wine jar, formed a fist with both hands, and collapsed towards the knife!

"Roar!"

The two golden dragons rushed out from the two fists of the Heartless Monk, met Yuwen Ying's round sword, and smashed the latter to smithereens like a devastating smash!

After the golden dragon smashed the sword, the castration remained unchanged and rushed towards Yu Wenying!

Master Jiaye's face turned pale, and he rushed to the footsteps of the Wuxin monk, and pounced on the two golden dragons, but when he saw that the Wuxin monk suddenly attacked, he turned his fist into a palm, and slapped the back vest of Master Jiaye with one palm!

Two muffled snorts rang out in the inn at the same time.

Yu Wenying was jumped into his body by two golden dragons, and his body turned into a rain of blood, which was unbearable!

Master Gaye was directly slapped to the ground, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out!

The inn was as quiet as death, and even the people who were spilled with Yu Wenying's blood did not make a sound, but just looked at the monk Wuxin with a solemn expression.

Master Jiaye staggered up from the ground, watched Yuwen Yingzong's blood fall all over the ground, turned his head, and glanced at the heartless monk with a sad face.

Turning around and respectfully clasping his hands in the direction of Yuwen Yingzong, Monk Jiaye squatted down, picked up the broken corpse, and carefully wrapped it in his own robe.

Zhang Sui squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the playful expression of the monk Wuxin, and felt a burst of disgust in his heart for no reason.

The unintentional monk glanced at the entire inn, and as far as his eyes could see, everyone lowered their heads, even Cheng Hanqing!

Looking at Cheng Hanqing's side, a man in a white robe looked directly at him, his eyes did not hide the disgust at all, the unintentional monk touched his head, walked over, and said to Zhang Sui: "Don't you like it?" I feel that your breath is not weaker than mine, and you should also be a martial king. Why don't we fight? If you beat a poor monk, you will kill or listen to it. If you can't beat it, hehe, little sample, all the money in your storage belt will be handed over to the poor monk. ”

Seeing this, Cheng Hanqing hurriedly pulled down Zhang Sui's sleeve and said, "Old man, don't agree, you can't beat him!" He is fierce and abnormal, and the exercises he learns are even more famous 'Golden Dragon Saint Explosion Xuangong'! There are nine Martial Kings who died under his fists, if not ten. ”

The heartless monk smiled and said, "Yo, yes, donor, you know so well about the poor monk!" ”

At this time, Master Jiaye held Yuwen Yingzong's stump and severed arm, walked over and pulled the sleeve of the heartless monk, and scolded: "Is it enough? You're killing again! You are tarnishing the reputation of my Buddhism like this, and you will never be able to transcend it after death! ”

"You believe that thing, don't * I can do it?" The heartless monk sneered and pushed Master Jiaye, looked at Zhang Sui defiantly and said, "Do you want to come?" Seeing that you hate the poor monk so much, if you win, you can take the life of the poor monk; If you lose, you will only lose some money, which is a good deal! ”

Zhang Sui said expressionlessly: "Now? ”

Cheng Hanqing's face changed, and he was about to pull Zhang Sui's sleeve, but he saw Zhang Sui and said: "I don't need your life if I win, you kowtow a hundred times in front of Yuwen Yingzong's grave, and then give Master Jiaye medicine to treat his wounds, how about it?" ”

"Are you disgusting the poor monk?" The heartless monk said coldly.

"If you don't have faith, you won't." Zhang Sui hugged his fist at Master Jiaye, turned around and walked towards the firewood room.

"Interesting, haha, tomorrow hour, in the open space outside this inn!" The unintentional monk stepped on the figure-eight steps, strode out of the inn, and said as he walked: "Tomorrow the poor monk will tear down the ribs on your chest!" ”

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