Chapter Eighty-Three: Happy New Year

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The old man stood in place, ignoring the group of people who were staring at him, as if what was standing in front of him was not the world-famous martial arts alliance master, but just a passerby.

The fighting in the distance continued, and people kept leaning here, and then looked there in a panic, squirming in their mouths for a long time, and squirming out a sentence.

"Refers to... Finger... Head, finger killing! ā€

As soon as these words came out, and then connected to the old man's words, everyone's faces darkened.

The old man covered his stomach and smiled, laughing wildly, his three fingers were flying around in Yangzhou City, those lonely souls and wild ghosts who died two months ago were wandering in Yangzhou City, his three fingers were constantly absorbing those souls, and the connection between him and the three fingers in the dark also made him gradually stronger.

Shan Tongshen wanted to ask a few words, but just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by a loud shout.

"To the left!" This was Nero's voice, and Shan Tongshen subconsciously deviated three positions to the left.

The slender pillar of fire three inches wide was like a torture pillar in the hands of the gods, almost condensed into a substantial flame, like a sharp blade, penetrating the old man's right chest, and then in the disbelief of the other party's eyes, the three-inch wound on his chest began to spread flames continuously, with his flesh and his true qi as nourishment, it began to burn continuously.

In the blink of an eye, the old man was completely in flames, and the wailing old man kept struggling, and his wailing gradually changed from a voice of wailing to the sound of dozens of people wailing in unison.

After a long time, the old man in front of him was no longer there, and even the ashes were vaporized.

"Great Elder is a good means." Shan Tongshen looked at the mess with a gloomy face, and said in a deep voice.

He had to look gloomy, the strength and speed of this flame made him break out in a cold sweat, if he hesitated just now, then it was not only the old man who was gasified now, but also him.

Three-hundred-year-old monster ...... Shan Tongshen glanced at Nero on the roof and cursed in his heart.

Nero, who had solved the enemy, still did not look better, and Bairenshan closed his eyes, and finally opened his eyes, and said in a bitter voice.

"It was just six...... Now it's 24. ā€

The monk of Mengyi jumped up, and when he heard Bairenshan say this, he asked curiously.

"What are the three big guys talking about?"

The Hundred People Mountain gave him a blank look, looked into the distance, and pointed the way for Nero, Nero nodded, and the next moment disappeared in place, and then the Hundred People Mountain pointed in another direction, Artoria jumped into the air, and the wind pressure carried her into the distance.

The two of them left, and Bairenshan had time to answer the Mengyi monk, but his words made the Mengyi monk fall directly from the roof.

"The three fingers that flew out of that monster turned into another him after killing a few people, and then he turned into two for each of them, and now there are 24."

The monk of Mengyi stepped on the tiles with one foot, and fell down in a daze, and then he jumped on the roof again in embarrassment, looked at the mountain of hundred people, and shouted in disbelief.

"What??"

Shan Tongshen also came to the front of the Hundred People Mountain and asked, "What did you say?" ā€

Bairenshan sighed: "That monster, his body is constantly differentiating, although the strength is uncertain, but the other party is becoming stronger at a speed that is visible to the naked eye. ā€

The character of Bairen Mountain clearly perceives the nearby state, the old man's soul is like a garbage can built out of pieces, clogged and full of contradictions, every time the old man is differentiated, this garbage can will shrink by half, and then gradually grow.

Bairenshan knew that this was the enhancement of the soul, and in the minds of the warriors who confronted the old man, the strongest thought was disbelief.

Can't believe why he's getting stronger so fast!

Under several pieces of information, Bairenshan has deduced the old man's current situation, and asked Nero to intercept the old man, and asked Artoria to find the hidden cultivation sword god, and tell him that Bete Niang was watching the show, and the scene was going to be uncontrollable.

Shan Tongshen had his plan, turned around and disappeared in place, while the monk of Mengyi wiped his sweat.

"Amitabha...... Mr. Bai, you didn't lie to the little monk? ā€

"I lied to you."

When the monk Mengyi heard this, he gave a Buddha name, and a few drops of sweat dripped from his golden brain, and he said: "I didn't expect what the old bald donkey in Muren Alley said was true. ā€

Bairenshan was originally serious, but he almost laughed when the Mengyi monk said this, the corners of his mouth grinned, and he quickly rubbed it, and then in order to resolve this embarrassment, Bairenshan asked.

"What do you mean?"

The monk of Mengyi shrugged: "We Shaolin, if we want to be the chief of the personal tradition, we don't have to face the challenges of the junior disciples, the one who can get through Muren Lane is the chief." ā€

"And the little monk is the only disciple who opened the wooden alley, the old bald donkey who controlled the mechanism in the wooden alley, and he said something nervously to the little monk."

"Say what Shakya's relics burned into ashes, and the ashes turned into a warning, warning us that there is a monster that can incarnate into billions." The monk thought for a moment and said.

Shakya's relics? Bairenshan rubbed his chin, why does this thing sound so mysterious?

But the top priority is not to worry about this, Bairenshan said: "That monster is strong and weak after differentiation, you can either try to protect the crowd as much as possible, or try to kill one yourself, it's better than being idle here." ā€

Mengyi nodded, ready to leave, then suddenly stopped and asked, "What about you?" ā€

"I have other plans." Bairenshan threw down this sentence and turned to leave.

Find a place to hide...... Damn's two bodyguards have gone to work, so I don't feel safe. Bairenshan thought in his heart.

There is no doubt that his dream monk jumped away with golden light, and after Bairenshan jumped off the roof, he walked directly into the house, ready to hide.

But as soon as he walked into the inner room, Bairenshan's face turned black, he confirmed it again and again, and resisted the urge to scold, he wanted to scold this luck, and also wanted to scold why his own human character didn't even sense the spirit of the other party.

However, this scolding finally turned into a greeting, and he didn't have the courage to scold people now.

"Long time no see...... Mr. Luo. ā€

Dressed in white like snow, Fang Wuqi sat in the room drinking tea, a glowing sphere in his left hand was constantly shaking, and a strange book on the table was placed horizontally on the table.

Hearing the greeting of Bairen Mountain, Fang Wuqi put down the teacup, put the glowing sphere on the unfolded book, stood up, smiled slightly, like the warm sun rising in winter, and said.

"Long time no see, Hundred People Mountain."