The mosque Su Zhu still heard Jiang Yueyue's girl talk about it, saying that it was Buddhism, but it was more inclined to the martial arts and reckless people, and there were only three sects left on the rivers and lakes now. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The mosque is famous in the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty, since Buddhism is no longer as prosperous as it was back then, it has faintly become the holy place of the monks in the world, different from the rural monks of the three religions and nine streams, the monks of the mosque are the real Buddhist masters, and the Buddha is the same as the enlightenment, once enlightened, there is no less than the strength of any martial arts master, the warrior monks inside have become the people praised after the evil monks, and those masters are even more extraordinary, it is rumored that the sleeve robe is displayed, can compete with the immortals, although it is exaggerated, But it should be good to think about.

Originally, in Su Zhu's view, this mosque is also a martial arts sect dressed in the cloak of Buddhism, there is nothing special, at most, you can also wear a robe to go out to swagger and deceive, pretending to be a holy monk figure, there are countless characters in the mountains and fields, how many of them are monks who shaved their heads and claimed to be a certain temple, and then played a set of Arhat boxing, self-proclaimed masters, in fact, they eat meat and prostitutes in a chic manner, which is no different from ordinary reckless characters, and now I see this self-proclaimed little master of meditation, I felt that the mosque may not really be as corrupt and secular as I imagined.

At least the little monk here who has a sage breath inside and out, looking at his eyes, he knows that he has not been contaminated by any worldly evil thoughts.

The little monk said, "Donor, put down the butcher's knife......"

"Become a Buddha on the ground?" Su Zhu quipped.

The little monk was stunned for a moment, and then nodded solemnly.

Su Zhuwaner.

The purple-shirted boy, who has always been scolded by the girl in red clothes as a fool, looked at this stupid and delicate little monk at the moment, but couldn't help but pop out the word stupid in his heart.

If this was an older monk, Su Zhu would definitely not have this reaction, I am afraid that a kick will make him roll as far as he can, and the bald donkey with benevolence in his mouth is the most disgusting, but this little monk is different. He could see that this little monk was not very old. The mind is extremely simple, every sentence can be said to come from the bottom of the heart without any falsehood, the child is a child in the end, although I don't know what the future holds. But now he can indeed be called a real monk, which is why he did not immediately let this little monk go.

The ring in the distance seemed to have divided the winner and loser, and there was no need to think about it to know that Jiang Yueyue's girl had lost again, Su Zhu glanced at the little monk who was also looking in the direction of the ring, and returned to the restaurant and put the clean white porcelain bowl on the wine table. Then he walked out of the restaurant, swaying and walking in that direction like a drunk.

The little monk stood alone, looking at the figure who was staggering as if he would fall in the next second, and wondered in his heart, why is this person so weird?

is also good and evil, can't tell whether it is a good person or a bad person, the little monk scratched his head without half a hair in confusion, and stood in place.

In the heart of the little monk, who is still young, there are not many mature people who can think about things after all, probably in his eyes, the people in the world are either good people. Either he is a bad guy, and that handsome boy who is hunting in purple and has long hair like a black waterfall, no matter how much he thinks and how distressed, he can't tell whether he is a good person or a bad person.

Maybe a character like the Purple Shirt Boy needs to be classified. The little monk thought secretly.

On the other side of the ring, Jiang Yueyue had already been defeated, but the defeat was not unjust. Her Snow Shadow Knife Technique is indeed sharp and proficient enough. However, the last sword was going in all directions, and the sword qi was naturally dispersed and could not be gathered, and it happened that Wu Gongyang's last sword gathered all the sword qi hidden in the sword, and the destructive power was not trivial. suffered a big loss and had no choice but to admit defeat.

"Accept it, girl." Wu Gongyang stepped back and hugged his fists, with a graceful demeanor.

Jiang Yueyue snorted, and she was helpless, but many of the cheers and cheers around her were aimed at her. greatly satisfies vanity, and there are green forest heroes from all over the rivers, lakes and seas gathered here, so that she is already a little famous, and occasionally some people recognize her as the red-clothed woman on Xuanyang Road, and it is not surprising why her martial arts are so strong.

Wang Tiezhang Huo Ran got up and stood up from the audience, and suddenly there was silence all around, and everyone quietly waited for this martial arts master to speak.

The Iron Palm King looked at Jiang Yueyue and asked, "Female doll, what's your name?" What's the name of this knife in your hand? ”

"Junior Jiang Yueyue, the name of the knife is Snow Shadow Knife." The girl was stunned and said a little dazed.

"Sure enough, the family heirloom knife of the sword saint Zhao Er is really the knife in your hand." Wang Zhiyin said in a deep voice.

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding area suddenly exploded!

How many half-immortals in the Great Zhou Dynasty? Three! And that sword saint Zhao Er, who is amazing and brilliant in his life, and is unique in martial arts, is one of them! Why, in the hand of this red-clothed girl, there will be the knife that Zhao Er used to be!

When he was young, Zhao Er had not yet become a sage in the sword, he held a family heirloom knife, killing all the enemies in the way of martial arts, at that time he was not yet famous, but because of the treasure knife named Snow Shadow in his hand and repeatedly found trouble, it is rumored that this knife is as sharp as clay, blowing hair and breaking hair, can cut off half immortals in the world, these rumors are not only spread in the reckless rivers and lakes, even the family, princes and generals, have heard of that knife. Later, Zhao Er killed again and again, killing all the enemies in the world, and the Snow Shadow Knife also fell to the title of Blood Shadow Knife. After Zhao Er retreated for a year, and then came out of the world, the snow shadow knife in his hand had disappeared, and it became today's broken string knife.

So far, the world only knows the broken string knife in the hands of the sword saint Zhao Er, who still remembers the Snow Shadow knife that caused the trouble? The young Zhao Er was even more armed with a snow shadow knife, and brazenly rushed into the car on the Qiuming Mountain, and climbed to the top in three days.

Why, the missing sword actually appeared in the hands of a little girl whose martial arts are not top-notch? Everyone was shocked, and there were many expressions hidden in their eyes, such as greed, curiosity, murderous intent, and coldness.

Wang Zhiyin pondered, such a major event should not be made public here, at least it is too dangerous for this little girl, but he was already unable to suppress the curiosity in his heart just now, and this girl is too simple, so he said it, could it be that this little girl doesn't know the Snow Shadow Knife at all? He thought about it for a while, and simply didn't do anything, took the snow shadow knife away first, and then secretly returned it to the girl in the future, so as to avoid this girl from becoming the target of public criticism soon?

Suddenly, he made up his mind that even if he didn't want this reputation, he would make up for the mistake he had just made, and said: "This knife is the heirloom knife of the sword saint Zhao Er, why is it in your hands?" ”

"Yes...... Knife Saint ...... The ...... given to my parents" Jiang Yueyue was frightened and squeaked.

"Hmph, the sword saint Zhao Er has a perverse temperament, and he doesn't have any friends at all, how can your parents let him give this heirloom knife to others?" Wang Zhiyin said coldly.

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding audience immediately echoed them, Zhao Er's temperament is known to everyone in the world, he has no friends in this life, how can he give away his treasure sword? When the Snow Shadow Knife Huo Ran became a broken string knife, this matter was discussed for a long time in the restaurant teahouse, but after all, there was no reason, some people speculated that the Sword Saint got a new treasure knife, and buried the Snow Shadow Knife in the tomb of his parents, this statement is also more convincing, and even many people listen to the rumors and think that this is the case, and now the Snow Shadow Knife has reappeared in the world, isn't this girl going to dig the ancestral grave of the Sword Saint Zhao Er?

"This ...... That's what it is...... "Jiang Yueyue only felt like a mang on her back at the moment, and hurriedly explained, but when she saw the questioning eyes around her, she felt that her words were a little weak, obviously her martial arts were not weak, and she was obviously going to be the first woman in the world, but at this moment, she felt a chill down her spine and her courage was weak.

Martial Arts Sect Master Wang Tiezhang was indifferent on the surface, but he secretly sighed in his heart, secretly thinking that he had to wronged the little girl for a while, and only when everyone thought that he had taken the Snow Shadow Knife could he secretly return the knife.

It's a big deal to give up your innocent name in the rivers and lakes! He is the hidden king of the iron palm, as long as the iron palm is still there, he is still the iron palm of the seventh king!

"Yueyue, you lost everything, why can't you come down?" At this moment, at the most helpless moment of the girl in red clothes, a light voice sounded in her ears.

"Su Zhu!" The girl looked at the figure of the black-haired, black-eyed purple robe in the crowd below the ring in surprise, and only felt that she must be in her heart.

The crowd opened and made a way, and a handsome man stood still.

When Wu Gongyang heard the voice, he already knew who was coming, and turned his head to look at the past, with a complicated expression.

The purple-shirted boy ignored the surprise and other complicated looks of the people around him, and walked towards the ring, not knowing how to walk, just one step into the ring of the martial arts.

He glanced at everyone, and his gaze calmly swept over those audiences, as well as Wu Gongyang, Si Hongrui and others on the viewing seat, and finally fixed his gaze on Wang Zhiyin's body.

"Uncle, what do you want to do?" Su Zhu asked.

This voice was light, but it was like a thunderbolt, exploding in Wang Zhiyin's ears! He looked at this handsome young man in a purple shirt with black hair like a waterfall, and he only felt an unprecedented palpitation rising from his heart, and he couldn't even produce the courage to fight with him!

The young man stood in the ring, but he seemed to be incompatible with this heaven and earth, and his aura was surging like a dragon and devouring it!

Who is this person? Wang Zhiyin was horrified in his heart, and before he could speak, a wisp of blood had already flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and it was actually just a defeat in momentum, which had already caused him serious internal injuries!

"It's him!" In the crowd, Jun Nianxie looked at the purple in the ring with a complicated face, his hands clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned slightly white from the exertion. (To be continued.) )