"No need!"

With this voice sounding, I saw a burly man, walking towards the hall with a hint of pride on his face: "Fang La is here, you will die as soon as possible!" ”

In his words, with a hint of contempt, he didn't seem to put everyone present in his eyes.

"Oh?"

As soon as these words came out, the heroes didn't know what confidence the person in front of them had, and dared to speak wildly in front of everyone.

For a while, they didn't dare to step forward.

After a long time, I saw the master of the Shaolin sect slowly get up, frowned, and said: "Amitabha, the donor is the leader of the Manichaean sect, Fang La?" ”

"Hehe, the word leader, I don't dare to be it!"

Fang La smiled, his face suddenly had a hint of solemnity, and he turned his head and saluted somewhere behind him: "Subordinate to the lower La, welcome the sect master!" ”

"Welcome to the Sect Master!"

Suddenly, outside Juxian Village, countless congratulatory voices sounded, like thunder.

It was only at this time that everyone in the hall suddenly realized that they had been surrounded by a group of mysterious people in black and masked faces.

And most importantly, since even Fang La is not the sect leader, then who will this mysterious Manichaean sect leader be?

It seems to satisfy everyone's curiosity.

An imperceptible sound of footsteps sounded from all directions.

One-step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

……

But I saw a man with a strange mask on his face, with strange steps, suddenly appeared in the field, and there was silence all around, and everyone was silent.

With the arrival of this strange man.

Suddenly, everyone present felt an invisible pressure.

Xuan Nan frowned, from the moment the man appeared, he could hardly feel the slightest cultivation on the person, as if he was an ordinary person who didn't know any martial arts.

But ordinary people, how can they appear in this way, and how can they convince Fang La?

"Your Excellency is the leader of Manichaeism, why don't you dare to show your true face?"

"How can you wait to peep at the true face of this seat."

Under the mask, Su Zimo smiled faintly, the corners of his mouth hooked, and a slightly hoarse male voice sounded faintly: "You can call this seat - the old man in the mountain." ”

Not bad.

The identity he played this time was the legendary founder of the Persian Ming Sect - "Old Man in the Mountain" Huo Shan.

Speaking of which, among the golden martial arts, the Middle Earth Ming Sect is derived from Persia.

Then, Fang La was the first leader of the Ming Sect.

It's a pity that the Fang La uprising failed, and the Ming Sect also turned from light to darkness and disappeared, until the period of Heaven and Dragon Slayer, it resurfaced.

In this way, Su Zimo, the leader of the Ming Sect, is reasonable.

"What an old man in the mountains, I'm bah!"

Suddenly, a shouting and scolding sounded, but I saw a horse-faced man in the crowd, and suddenly walked out, with a little anger on his face: "It's just a villain who hides his head and tail, and my Wang Laosan wants to see what you are doing today." ”

"Ants, dare to make noise here?"

Seeing this, Su Zimo frowned slightly and flicked his fingers.

Under the gaze of everyone, the horse-faced man was stunned at first, and then slowly fell to the ground, without the slightest scar on his body.

"Hiss——!"

This scene made the people who were originally a little nervous calm down all of a sudden.

Obviously, this so-called "Mingjiao Sect Master" not only has a mysterious origin, but even his martial arts are beyond imagination.

This kind of invisible means of killing people has indeed shocked many people!

"Amitabha!"

And in this case, Xuan Nan spoke again, a trace of feint anger flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't you think it's too much for the donor to do this thing that cares about people's lives in broad daylight, let the old man come to understand the donor's means!" ”

As he spoke, he walked forward slowly, without waiting for an answer.

The long sleeves fluttered, and a strong force suddenly appeared at the bottom of the sleeves, attacking Su Zimo.

His kung fu is one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple, called "Sleeve Universe".

This road is "full of clothes", the fist is hidden at the bottom of the sleeve, and the sleeve seems to be a cover for the strength of the fist, so that the enemy cannot see the way of the fist and attack him by surprise.

As everyone knows, on the sleeve, but there is also a very sharp trick and strength, if the enemy is engrossed in dismantling the fist hidden under his sleeve, he will turn to the guest and hurt people with his sleeve strength.

"What a trick!"

Seeing this, a sneer flashed on Su Zimo's face, thanks to Murong Bo, although he didn't learn all the seventy-two stunts, he knew everything about them.

Seeing the mysterious attack, he didn't dodge, but he slapped it with a palm, faintly with a bit of dragon groaning.

"Shocked!"

The fists and palms were handed over, and the two forces were agitated with each other, and above the hall, there seemed to be dozens of gray butterflies flying up and down, so that they were not eye-catching.

"Touching ——!"

But he saw that Xuan Nan took a few steps back violently, and there was still a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the pair of long sleeves again, they have already been shattered by the strength of the two of them, leaving only a pair of skinny arms exposed, with that monk's robe, it is really not eye-catching.

And the previous gray butterfly was transformed by that pair of sleeves.

"Ahem......"

I saw Xuan Nan get up slowly, and said astringently: "The donor has such a deep internal force, and such a powerful palm." ”

As for the beggars, they were all horrified.

Su Zimo made that palm before, they were naturally extremely familiar with it, it was the famous skill of the gang leader Qiao Feng - "Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending"!

Seeing this, Elder Xu also exclaimed, "You...... Who is it, and why is my beggar gang's stunt? ”

Su Zimo sneered, and said quietly: "The martial arts of this seat, especially the ones that can be guessed, are just eighteen palms of the dragon descending, even if it is the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, in the eyes of this seat, it is not more than Erer!" ”

"How daring!"

As soon as this statement came out, it was tantamount to saying that the martial arts of the beggars and Shaolin were useless.

Suddenly, several figures rushed out.

"Bumper, bumper!"

In the next second, these figures flew back upside down at a faster speed than before, causing a burst of exclamations.

It turned out that at that moment just now, the group of heroes actually saw that the mysterious man who claimed to be the "old man in the mountain" used several martial arts against the enemy at once, and almost simultaneously repelled these people.

And the little fighting spirit left in everyone's hearts was also like a tide, quickly retreating, and there was nothing left.

Seeing this scene, the You brothers couldn't help gritting their teeth.

They worked hard to use the name of Manichaeism to raise the banner of Juxianzhuang, but now this sudden change has disrupted their plans.

"Ladies and gentlemen, are we just watching this group of demonic and crooked people show off their power here!"

As he spoke, the two of them lifted the sword and shield in their hands and rushed forward.

Thanks to "Liu Zhenhong" book friends for their tips

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