Liangliang Mountain, gathered a group of base elders, the number of large base elders is one hundred and eight, under the big base elders, there are medium base elders, small base elders, general base elders, trainee base elders, the number is so many that people feel terrifying.

And Song Huajiang is the leader of this group of elders, he raised his arms, and countless elders rose up, willing to take the local flowers of the world's men.

The people of the Buddha country, the people of Thousand Buddha Mountain, they also want to give face to Song Huajiang, he is a star in the sky, and his status is noble. can't touch him, Buddhism attaches importance to cause and effect, and Song Huajiang's cause and effect is too heavy, who wants to touch him.

Brush!

Song Huajiang came to the fog wolf's side, his eyes were cold, and his back was to the pear bottle.

The pear bottle said, "I wish to offer the vase." ”

There is no way out, there is no way out for Lihua'er, at this time, he can only take refuge in Liangliang Mountain. Otherwise, the people of the Buddha Kingdom would not let him go. The wreckage bone monk and the two monks also squinted at the pear bottle with their eyes to see what tricks he could play.

Song Huajiang neither said to take the vase, nor did he say no. At this time, the second wolf of the fog said anxiously: "San Lang Oni-chan, save my eldest brother, save him." Back then, you persuaded me to sell him to the officials of the East Gate. ”

"Huh?"

Song Huajiang glanced at the fog wolf lightly, and this man with exaggerated filth immediately lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the black-faced Saburo who hid the knife in his smile. Because he knows that he is wrong, not all words can be said casually, especially in the face of an old man like Song Huajiang. But the second wolf of the fog was in a hurry to save his brother, and he couldn't take care of it. Right now, only the lord of Liangliang Mountain, Hei Saburo, can save the fog wolf.

"Drink!"

Suddenly, Song Huajiang snorted lightly, raised his right palm, sneered, and countless base qi burst out in his palm, like a ball of marshmallows, suddenly, Hei Saburo moved his palm and pressed towards the head of the fog wolf. "Fog wolf, don't wake up yet. Kurosaburo yelled.

Hum! The air wave was surging, and it exploded directly near the spirit platform of the fog wolf. Even though he didn't want to, he still had to wake up. Because he can't resist the lord of Liangliang Mountain. "It's him, my second brother's sworn brother, the most terrible old man in Liangliang Mountain. The fog wolf's spiritual sense gathered again, and all the demonic thoughts were slashed. A gust of wind swept by, and the spirit platform of the big wolf also returned to its clarity.

Call!

A spiritual sense of the fog wolf swirled up, turning into a body, three feet tall, with a herring hanging on his head, and his feet on his aunt's scarf, he said: "You are the Song florist of Liangliang Mountain!"

"It's down there. A voice sounded, and it was the body of the black-faced Saburo, but in the eyes of the fog wolf, it was clearly a black cauldron, suspended on his spiritual platform.

The fog wolf said in his heart, it was said that Song Huajiang was good at pitting people, and when he saw it today, sure enough, staying with him needed to be ready to take the blame at any time. I really don't know why the second brother is with him, are the men in Liangliangshan all fools? If the big wolf was allowed to choose, he would never join Liangliang Mountain.

The black cauldron was transformed by Song Huajiang's thoughts, and it said: "Fog wolf, although the second wolf is at fault, he still saved you, you should give him a chance, otherwise you don't want to be brothers again in this life, and the decision is you, not him." Do you understand, as the head of the one hundred and eight elders of Liangliang Mountain, I have read countless people......"

"I won't join Liangliangshan. The Fog Wolf's body replied, "Thanks to your kindness, I am free from the pain of falling into the devil." There is no way to repay the great kindness, so you can take the local flower of the two wolves of the fog and give it, that is what you deserve, and it is also what the two wolves should do. The fog wolf's body said viciously, obviously, he hadn't forgiven his brother yet.

Song Huajiang was not surprised, he knew that the fog wolf and the fog wolf were very thoughtful, and their temper was very stubborn. "If I don't have absolute certainty, how can I let the two wolves of the fog come here. Song Gardener said secretly, "Fog Wolf, you underestimate me too much, don't take you down too much, since you don't eat toast......" Black-faced San Lang's face turned cold, he was almost impatient, even if the big wolf was the second wolf's Oba, Song Gardener would never hesitate to kill him, and he would also make the fog second wolf grateful to Dade, he had this kind of ability.

"Could it be that the pear bottle really wants to leave the East Gate Mansion. Fat Chunmei said in her heart, he and Bottle'er have always been in a group, if Bottle'er leaves, it won't be interesting for him to stay in Dongmen Mansion, after all, the base color is not as good as Gold Chain and King Kong'er and others. "Do I want to join Liangliangshan? "Fat Chunmei can also start to plan for her future, there is a way that people do not destroy for themselves.

"Let you join Liangliang Mountain, that is the crow envoy can afford it. ”

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

It's Yan Poxi!

The last person to show up.

Even Song Huajiang was stunned, at the beginning, the person who harmed him was Yan Poxi, who almost lost his life. It was also because of Yan Poxi that Hei Saburo walked to Liangliang Mountain and started the most glorious career in the life of the old man.

Therefore, seeing Yan Poxi again, the man he once loved, Song Huajiang's mind changed and changed, whether to kill or stay, whether to stay or kill, for a while, with a character like him, it was difficult to make a decision. That bit of red dust turned out to be heavier than the mountain, and when I faced it again, I felt that my breathing was painful.

Yan Poxi is still as beautiful as before, and the years have not left any marks on his face.

As soon as he appeared, everyone present was compared. Just talking about appearance, no one can beat Yan Poxi. Dongmen Qing was unhappy and thought, Yan Poxi, why did he appear, and what did he want to do. Qiao Yaolang also had good (silenced) legs with Yan Poxi, and of course, he didn't mind sharing Yan Poxi with other men.

"Raven Messenger, we meet again. Yan Poxi said lightly. "Even though his face is dusty and his temples are like frost, the crow envoy is still the person I remember. ”

Song Huajiang did not answer. He had already separated his mind and talked to Wu Da Langjun. At this time, Yan Poxi came suddenly, which was really unexpected by the black-faced Saburo. "He should have come prepared, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to see me. Song Ya secretly said that he was very human, and he also loved other men. Yama Posi was the person he loved the most.

Seeing Song Crow's expressionless face, Yan Poxi smiled, and he said, "Crow Envoy, are you still hating me?" After all these years, I thought you figured it out. He sighed, his tone resentful, as if he was blaming Song Huajiang. "Crow envoy, don't you think it's strange, with my ability and insight, how dare I calculate you. Yan Poxi said again.

"Saburo Oni-chan, don't listen to him. If it weren't for him, how could you have suffered so much!" The second wolf of the mist stood up and roared at the same time. He hated Yama Posi quite a bit.

That year, because of Yan Poxi's high secret, Song Ya was almost beheaded, if it weren't for the two wolves of the fog, Li Dafu and others, Song Huajiang would have no chance of survival, and there would be no current lord of Liangliang Mountain.

Yan Poxi glanced at the second wolf of the fog and the big wolf of the fog, and he smiled: "The big wolf, the second wolf, you used to be my guests, why did you hate me so much when you met today." Have I ever done anything that you hate to this point? ”

It turned out that Yan Poxi was a well-known old man in the city, as long as he was rich and had a big Ji Ji, and he (silenced) Ji Ji had countless men. Song Huajiang is not the first person, and it is after many people, but even so, the black-faced Saburo still fell in love with Yan Poxi without hesitation and married him.

Song Huajiang was still a timely rain at that time, or a Song crow envoy, after he married Yan Poxi, he did not cut off contact with the heroes of Liangliang Mountain, and the two wolves of the fog still often came to visit the crow envoy, and it was also when the crow envoy was not at home. Because then he will be able to ...... with Yama

Hats, the fog two wolves don't know how many forgiveness hats they put on Song Huajian. Song Crow knows everything, but he loves Yan Poxi, so of course he chooses to forgive him.

If it were placed now, if anyone dared to give the overlord of Liangliang Mountain a green hat, his subordinate Ji Lao would definitely kill that person.

There was another person who came with Yan Poxi, "Come out!" and the second wolf of the mist shouted, he had already seen the person hiding in the dark.

"Hahaha, I can't hide it from the second master. ”

Suddenly, a person jumped out of Yan Poxi's shadow, he was dressed in black, his hands were in his sleeves, "Twelve-fingered Langjun!"

Twelve-fingered Lang Jun, he is also a figure with a head and face in the old world, and because he was born with twelve fingers, the people in the rivers and lakes call him Twelve-Fingered Lang Jun. But he didn't want outsiders to see his fingers, so he hid them in his sleeves.

"No wonder Yan Poxi dared to show up, it turned out that there was a twelve-fingered Langjun protecting him. Dongmen Qingxin said. Qiao Yaolang is also a little afraid of Twelve-Fingered Langjun. Legend has it that his sixth and twelfth fingers are so wonderful that they can pierce someone's head with a single click.

"Second master, Hei Saburo. Twelve-fingered Lang Jun said with a smile, others are afraid of the one hundred and eight great elders of Liangliang Mountain, but he is not afraid. Because the twelve-fingered Langjun is also the lord of a faction, he lives under the five-finger mountain, the five-finger mountain, in fact, refers to the five mountains, each mountain has twenty big base elders sitting in the town, the twelve-fingered Langjun is the head of the group, and it is also noble and indescribable.

Song Huajiang glanced at the twelve-fingered Langjun, and the other party's appearance and cultivation were not below him. "What a twelve-fingered Langjun, what a Yan Poxi. Hei Saburo said in his heart, and the last bit of kindness he had for Yan Poxi was also cut off.

Facts have proved that Yan Poxi can live well without anyone, first the local prefect, then Dongmen Qing, and then the Song Ya envoy, and then he took refuge in the Twelve Fingers Langjun.

Kill!

Song Huajiang moved with murderous intentions, he would not let Yan Poxi go. Only by killing him can Hei Saburo extinguish the jealousy in his heart.

The people of the Buddha Kingdom and the Thousand Buddha Mountains were afraid of the identity of the Song flower maker, but they were not worried about the people of Wuzhi Mountain, and they all wanted to kill the hundred great elders.

Wuzhi Mountain was originally a famous mountain of Buddhism, but for some reason, one day, all monks, before they got close to Wuzhi Mountain, they would be split into ashes, and so was the Buddha. Therefore, the people of the Buddha country and the monks of Thousand Buddha Mountain will stay away from Wuzhi Mountain.

There are no monks in the mountains, and a hundred Daji elders headed by the Twelve Fingered Lang Jun actually occupy the Five Fingers Mountain and become famous.

Whether it is Zen Er or the remnant bone monk, the rabbit monk, or the three-leaf monk, the eyes they look at the twelve-fingered Langjun are not good, and they can't kill him on the spot and get rid of any Ji Lao who stays in Wuzhi Mountain.

The mountain of Buddhism is not allowed to be settled by outsiders.

The Twelve-Fingered Langjun had no fear, he stood beside Yan Poxi, accepting the eyes from all sides, and he was as happy as he was.

"Kill him, Saburo Oni-chan, let me kill him. The second wolf of the mist said angrily, he had already picked up the dragon slaying ring knife again, and reconciled with the machine spirit.

Of course, the spirit of the dragon slaying knife chose to forgive the second wolf, who let him take care of himself, and the people of the Buddha country, as well as Hei Saburo and Forget Chan'er, were all guarding against him.

The black-faced Saburo didn't answer, but just looked at the little fox in Wuxia Mountain.

The little fox Ah Meng smiled and said: "Look at what I do, everyone present is a big lao, and he is just a little fox, and he doesn't dare to do anything." ”

Ah Meng stayed with Forget Chan'er at this time, and pulled his cuffs, not very willing to let go. Her action caused the displeasure of the Buddhist monks, and they all used their eyes to warn Zen Forget not to damage the reputation of Buddhism. Although the Buddha Kingdom and the Thousand Buddha Mountains are hostile, everyone is a member of the Buddhist Sect.

Damn little fox, my heart already belongs to Bingchan, even if you get my body, you can't get my heart. The person Zen Er likes is the spirit of the ascetic knife, Bingchan.

Twelve-Fingered Langjun really didn't regard himself as an outsider, and he said: "It's not what I want to come uninvited, but I have a last resort, so forgive me." ”

Even if I don't forgive, I don't care. Twelve-Fingered Langjun was worried, what he cared about was not Yan Poxi, but Liangliang Mountain, which was opposite to Wuzhi Mountain, and he and the black-faced Saburo were both heroes for a while, and they were equally divided.

"Hei Saburo, you are the purpose of my trip. Twelve-Fingered Lang Jun secretly said that he had heard about Song Crow's technique from Yan Poxi, and he was very interested and wanted to experience it for himself. But Song Huajiang is an enemy, and with him, Gao Ji will make his subordinates suspicious, and it will be difficult to convince the public.

"That damn demon fox!" Twelve-Fingered Lang Jun also noticed the little fox Ah Meng, "When did Song Huajiang like the girl, he is the same old man as me." Damn it. Twelve-fingered Langjun also looked at Ah Meng in Wuxia Mountain, "This fox ......"

Twelve-fingered Langjun also saw something unusual about Ah Meng, "The daughter of the Fox Emperor!"

The fox emperor of Wuxia Mountain, there are only a few people, and there is also the empress. Twelve-Fingered Langjun still knows and has dealt with them. When everyone meets, they can still talk, and they won't face each other. "Hmph, I see. Twelve-fingered Lang Jun said secretly.

In addition to the black-faced Saburo, the twelve-fingered Langjun also wants to get Dongmen Qing.

Rumors spread outside that a big demon had hidden a treasure in the oil field of the East Gate officials.

Who wouldn't want that!

Twelve-Fingered Langjun is one of them.

"Could it be that the Great Demon has something to do with Wuxia Mountain?" the Twelve-Fingered Lang Jun guessed, "but I heard that she is not a fox." Weird. ”

Just as the Twelve-Fingered Lang Jun was thinking hard, with a bang, someone swung a knife and slashed over. It's the fog two wolves, and he's already done it.

"Is this also what Song Crow Envoy ordered? Twelve-fingered Lang Jun said secretly, he turned his body around and avoided the Dragon Slaying Ring Knife.

"You're just going to hide. The second wolf of the fog said angrily.

"No, you don't deserve to let me do it. Twelve-fingered Lang Jun said, his hand was already hidden in his sleeve, and he didn't mean to take it out.

Brush, brush, brush!

The two wolves of the fog slashed dozens of knives at the Twelve-Fingered Lang Jun, and the sword light was like surging water, surrounding the leader of the Five Fingers Mountain, but it could not be crushed.

Boom!

I saw that the twelve-fingered Lang Jun's hair was shaken, and when he landed, the air waves exploded, blasting away all the sword light.

"Black-faced Saburo!" shouted Twelve-Fingered Langjun. He wants to talk directly to Song Huajiang, not to have a small fight with the fog two wolves. It's just not like words, what kind of system. Could it be that this is how he Song Florist restrains his subordinates, and if so, he is too disappointing.

"I remember you. Song Huajiang said suddenly.

There is no doubt that he said that to the little fox of Wuxia Mountain.

"Oh, you remember me. The little fox laughed, "I remember you too." ”

Song Huajiang and the little fox asked and answered, and no one else knew their original intentions, only they looked at each other and smiled.