Another tasteless vegetarian meal, Lu Le sighed, who called himself a fake monk. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info ate vegetarian food with a bitter face, and Lu Le escorted the old shopkeeper to Xihe Town.

"Thank you, little master, the old man will stay here for a few days."

Lu Le, who escorted the old shopkeeper to the mansion where his relatives lived, said goodbye and went all the way to the sheep's tail alley on East Street, where he had already inquired about the old shopkeeper, and he found that there were already a few eyes staring at him

"The stalker took a little thought, divided into three groups and took turns to stare at me openly, and one group secretly kept changing people to follow me, but unfortunately this thought was in vain for me." Lu Le smiled, how could the five senses brought by the cloud body and wind body be improved by ordinary people in the rivers and lakes that ordinary people in the rivers and lakes could think of, the safe distance that the person who followed was close to Lu Le, and he effortlessly saw through the means of the person who came.

"It should be Xue Xiaodao's person, there are a few faces that I have just met." Looking at Mingli's group of people, Lu Le Nunu mouthed, no need to guess that it was Xue Xiaodao's arrangement, and he was a fake second-generation uncle here, so he would definitely be ready for it.

After thinking about it, there is no need to turn the face with Emei now, so I simply show my generosity and let these light and dark whistles follow, anyway, there is nothing to do with my next few things. It was according to the address given by Li Cunzhong that Lu Le went to Li Er's detention place, and it was not uncomfortable to keep up with a few tails.

In the downtown area of East Street, the entrance of Yangwei Hutong is very narrow, Lu Le just got into it as if he had changed places, completely isolated from the hustle and bustle of people just now, and it was quiet in the middle of the noise, and Lu Le gave a good praise in his heart.

The second compound arrived soon, Lu Le knocked lightly on the door, but there was no sound for a long time, and he knocked heavily, but there was still no response.

"Bang bang bang!" This time, Lu Le knocked on the door unceremoniously, and finally heard a rush of footsteps.

With a "Ang", the door opened, and a vicious head poked out, staring at Lu Le viciously.

"Find the blind!" Lu Le didn't wait for the man to speak ill of him, and directly explained his purpose, joking that he didn't want to get entangled with these local snakes.

Unexpectedly, when the person who opened the door heard Lu Le's words, he neither refused nor answered, but stared at Lu Le with a scrutinizing gaze, his eyes were sharp, and Lu Le couldn't help but feel numb when he saw it.

"What's the matter with the blind?" The middle-aged man with a fierce face looked rude, but his tone was simply sophisticated, he stared at Lu Le for a long time, and asked unceremoniously.

"Lift people."

"Who's coming?"

What's crazy about this guy? Lu Le was stunned when he heard this, and he had already inquired from the old shopkeeper, Yangwei Hutong is famous for keeping goods, closing his eyes and ears and closing his mouth is its criterion, and the people inside are either blind and deaf or mute, a group of deaf and mute people are organized by the old blind man to beg for food, and the old blind man acts first in faith, and his martial arts are also passable, and it has become a good place for people in the rivers and lakes to temporarily keep their goods.

The guy in front of him is neither blind nor deaf, and his speech is full of majesty, sharper than Lu Le. But when did the blind man admit normal people into the sheep's tail alley? This guy talks to get to the bottom of things, he is not deaf, he is not blind or dumb, is it possible for the old blind man to accept the fool and be stunned?

Lu Le slandered in his heart, and his mouth was unceremoniously: "I haven't heard that there is such a rule in Sheeptail Hutong." ”

"Rules?" Seeing that the monk in front of him was extremely uncooperative, the evil-looking man laughed, and his appearance looked particularly hideous, "In East Street, what I said is the rules." ”

"Your Excellency isn't from Sheep's Tail Alley?" With such a tone from the big man, Lu Le's heart turned and he reacted immediately.

At this moment, a breeze in the door blew through Lu Le, bringing a trace of sweet and greasy fragrance, Lu Le's face at the door immediately changed greatly, and without hesitation, he drew his sword and pointed at the evil-faced man, and asked in a deep voice: "Who is Your Excellency?" What is the grudge against the sheep's tail alley? ”

This hint of sweetness has been seen a lot by Lu Le - the Roman King is probably the same smell now, the smell of blood. There must be such sweetness in the breeze, but I am afraid that there are more than a few people who die inside.

"The little monk is alert." The big man held his chin and looked at Lu Le in surprise when he heard this, quite a little admired.

"If Your Excellency doesn't give an explanation, don't blame the little monk for being polite!"

encountered such a murder scene, if it was Lu Le in reality, of course, he would have called the police quickly, and then hid far away, for fear of causing trouble. But in "Glory of the Gods", Lu Leyi is bold, and after defeating Li Cunzhong, Qian Xingwang, Xue Xiaodao, and other second-rate players in the rivers and lakes, his confidence has increased greatly, and he feels that he can cope with some scenes, and he regains the soul of the heroes in his childhood.

Martial arts can really change a person's temperament, after several years of torment of dream butterfly disease, Lu Le entered the martial arts in "Gods", and in just one week (in the game) he was completely changed in his spirit and spirit, who would have thought that this young fake monk in front of him was only a murderer who relied on the battlefield to relieve his pain and longed for the rest of his life not long ago.

"Confession?" The fierce-faced man felt quite funny, his face was straight, and his momentum was activated, like an abyss like the sea, pressing towards Lu Le.

Half a step is complete, and it is not easy to do. Lu Le frowned, this kind of pressure Lu Le had felt on the Xihe hero Min Buping after he went down the mountain, and even the owner who drove the monster yesterday did not have such a sense of oppression.

But just because it's hard doesn't mean there's no way, who is Lu Le? It is the supreme grandmaster, who is willing to consume a seedling of the true seed of martial arts. The right hand vibrated slightly, the tip of the novice long sword trembled slightly, and a wave of sword intent came up head-on, which was worthy of the momentum oppression of the fierce face man - on the creation of artistic conception in the acquired realm, the Western martial arts from the surface to the inside are experts.

The Sword of Water-Wave Style is contained in Lu Le's trembling, resolving the momentum oppression of the fierce-faced man, the two belong to the same martial arts of water, but they are completely different: the momentum of the fierce-faced man is like an abyss, like the abyss of the Nine Heavens, and the yellow spring is unfathomable; Lu Le held the sword, although the waves were hidden in the novice long sword, but the sword was surging and surging, undisguised, like the angry sea in the East Pole, the vicious waves were monstrous, and the fierceness was unmatched.

"Monk, from that sect?" Dahan squinted his eyes and said, the young monk who can rival himself in momentum has an extraordinary heritage, and there is no need for him to offend these young talents in order to vomit in order to vomit, not to mention that he has old and spicy eyesight, he naturally sees at a glance that the little monk in front of him can be worthy of internal strength, and such a realm can compete with himself without falling behind, although it is extremely rare to borrow sword intent. Besides, there is actually no conflict between himself and this monk.

"No door, no faction!" Lu Le told the truth, he had obtained the swordsmanship of the royal court and did not pass it on to his teacher, and the monk had the grace to teach the arts, but Lu Le did not join the Jialan Temple, and the cloud body was not the inheritance of the Jialan Temple.

"Good!" The fierce-faced man is only arrogant as a little monk, and people in the rivers and lakes do not speculate, so he naturally sees the truth in his hands, and makes up his mind to teach this second generation of martial arts who looks down on him a lesson.

Just when the two of them were tense, a group of panicked officials ran in from the mouth of the alley, and before they noticed the abnormality here, they hurriedly shouted: "Catch the head, the pestle is coming!" The pestle is coming! ”