Yue Feng said with a smile: "There is no need for the monk to go to hell, only the monk needs to go back to the nameless island, tell the little old man Wu Ming and Gong Jiu, and let them come to the Central Plains to find me, communicate with each other, and it is inevitable that there will be misunderstandings." Oh, the monk told them by the way, coercion and seduction of women are not the ability, it just so happens that this has always been the most annoying thing for me, so from now on the red shoes and the invisible man will have nothing to do with it, and they can also talk about it together when they have any opinions. ”

The honest monk froze suddenly, but then shook his head and said, "The monk doesn't know what Junshuai is talking about......"

Laugh at!

A slender, white hand suddenly pressed on the honest monk's head. The honest monk's body tensed instantly, but he also knew that as long as he moved casually, he would die the next moment, so he didn't dare to move.

Yue Feng's eyes were slightly bent, like a cunning fox, and he gently patted the top of the honest monk's head three times, smiling: "The honest monk is not honest, and now I finally know the truth of this statement." But I've always hated dishonest people, so I'll give you another chance to answer again. Of course, you can also do without this opportunity. ”

The honest monk only felt that an indescribable coldness covered him, and he was worthy of being the most mysterious monk in the world, and said with a bitter face: "If the monk does not go to hell, who will go to hell, but the Bodhisattva is not ready to accept the monk now." ”

"Very well, you can get up and go to Nameless Island."

Yue Feng let go of the honest monk, swept past him and walked directly towards the Pingnan Palace, the honest monk couldn't help nodding, and his whole face turned into a bitter melon. But just when Yue Feng turned his back to the honest monk, the honest monk's figure suddenly turned back.

Although others are in the air, their body is strange, different from the martial arts of any sect in the Central Plains martial arts, just like a lightning bolt, and it reverses back like thunder.

When he floated in the air, his back was still facing Yue Feng, but after this lightning-fast return, it became a direct opposite.

The icy aura rushed out, enveloping Yue Feng in an instant, leaving no time for Yue Feng to react. His hands stretched out from his gray sleeves, and they wrapped around Yue Feng's neck in a strange way, and his legs were locked up like a whirlwind cloud.

The lightning in the air turned around, using Fusang Qigong "Yan Hui", and the action of locking Yue Feng was Mongolian wrestling and Shaolin's grappling technique.

This instantaneous change is simply dazzling, and the miscellaneous martial arts can make all the people in the rivers and lakes dumbfounded, and what is even more amazing is that he has practiced every kind of martial arts to an extremely clever realm, which is even more astonishing.

It's a pity that his opponent is Yue Feng.

"Ahem......"

In the soft, faint coughing sound, Yue Feng didn't even look back, and grabbed his backhand, this grasp was no more ordinary, only one point - strength! The force of this grasp is like a stormy wave, even if it is really a three-foot-thick steel plate under this grasp, it will be shattered inch by inch.

An honest monk is certainly not a steel plate.

If it is said that the change of the honest monk brings the "skill" of the move to the extreme, then Yue Feng's grasp shows the "power" to the fullest.

Break the trick with strength. Listening to only two crisp clicks, the honest monk's arms were broken together.

Yue Feng's hand was like a claw of steel, like pinching a chicken, choking the throat of the honest monk, and at the same time sealing his luck meridians, and his legs that were wrapped around Yue Feng hung down weakly.

The honest monk's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that in this world, except for the little old man Wu Ming, there were still people who could restrain him with one move! What's more, he is still a sneak attack, or is he suddenly attacking behind his back?!

Everything that happened in front of him was completely beyond the comprehension of the honest monk.

Shout!

Just as the honest monk opened his mouth wide to breathe in the air, a red elixir shot into his mouth. "The honest monk is really not honest." In the faint chuckle, the figure had faded away, and he was thrown directly to the ground, very embarrassed.

Just before Yue Feng was about to enter the Pingnan Palace, he suddenly turned his head and smiled at the honest monk: "The monk should know what he ate just now?" ”

The honest monk's face completely turned into a bitter gourd, and said: "The monk knows that this is the life and death pill prepared by Jun Shuai himself, an antidote lasts for a year, and if he can't get the antidote for a year, he can't survive or die." ”

"The monk really knows that when you return to Nameless Island, you might as well let Mr. Wu take a look and see if he can prepare an antidote."

In the middle of the words, Yue Feng had disappeared.

The honest monk spat out a mouthful of blood, stood up with difficulty, left with difficulty, and muttered: "The honest monk is not honest, where is the Bodhisattva?" The Buddha is just a dung-picker ......"

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……

Pingnan Palace, back garden.

The mountain is a rockery, and the water is also a fake water, but this rockery is more real than the real mountain, and the waterfall is more real than the real waterfall.

The sun is shining, the air is fresh, and a bunch of butterflies are freely shuttling in a sea of purple and red, but the atmosphere here is tense.

"Aunt Gongsun, in the palace, you still dare to be presumptuous?!" A cold cry sounded.

From a middle-aged man in his thirties who was in the prime of life, he was gentle and elegant, even if he was dressed luxuriously, he didn't make people feel any disgust, he just felt that he should have been like this, of course, this person was Jin Jiuling who was used as a stepping stone by Yue Feng.

Jin Jiuling was arrested by more than 20 people from six doors, and the scholar-like Feng Xiaolu was followed by four dark men wearing eagle face masks, they were naturally sent by Yue Feng to protect Feng Xiaolu's safety.

In addition to these people, there are two people sitting at the stone table not far away and a blind man standing, the blind man is Jiang Chongwei, the head of the Pingnan Palace, who was blinded by the embroidery thief, and the young man who is sitting at the stone table is the prince of Pingnan.

The rest of the man was a middle-aged man with two small mustaches, his eyes seemed to be open and closed, as if he had wandered into the world, but one thing was certain, his attention was definitely not on the farce in front of him.

He is like Simon blowing snow, dressed in white, not stained with a trace of dust, he is not as cold as Simon blowing snow, but he is more proud than Simon blowing snow!

Ye Gucheng!

The swordsman who is more proud than Ximen Blowing Snow in the world, except for Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, where is there a second person?!

There are decencies, and of course there are villains, otherwise how can a play be sung? The opposite angle of this scene is Xue Bing and Gongsun Lan, Gongsun Lan is still wearing a gray dress, and the wrinkles on her face are layered to trap flies.

At this moment, she was surrounded by Jin Jiuling and others, although Gongsun Lan was a female butcher who killed people without calculation, she attached great importance to sisterhood, even though she knew that Xue Bing was just the bait thrown by Jin Jiuling and Feng Xiaolu to catch her for the bait, she was still fooled.

[ps: I like the fights in this chapter, concise, efficient, gorgeous, and powerful.] It's a pity, a book was sealed, and when it was about to end, I felt like I was in the best state, and it was a little late. It's a pity, it's a pity. ]