Near Lianxian Road in Yuntai Shanfang City, in a small wine stall on the side of the road, a group of monks in black robes were sitting together pushing cups and changing lamps, it was the Blood Sea Crazy Knife Gang and their boss Huang Batian. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Boss Huang, it's not that the younger brother is talking nonsense, you taught Wang Lao'er, who sells dried fruits, that you are really powerful today, let the younger brother respect the eldest brother. In the meantime, a thin and elderly black-clothed monk with a mustache on his face flatteringly picked up a glass of wine and toasted to Huang Batian, if Zhao Li was here, he would recognize that this skinny Blood Sea Crazy Knife Gang monk was the first time to collect protection fees from him and trample on a grain of Bigu Dan.

"Back then, on the rivers and lakes, the eldest brother's muscles and bones were wrong, and I don't know how many heroes and heroes had pried open their mouths, but now it seems that this kung fu is not rusty at all!" Another monk from the Blood Sea Crazy Knife Gang on the side also raised a glass and slapped his ass together.

"Haha, that's natural, the next time I hear someone say that martial arts are useless to monks, Lao Tzu will beat his out! How many of our brothers can eat and drink spicy food on this Yuntai Mountain, don't they all rely on these hands?" The eldest brother Huang Batian looked arrogant, raised a big bowl of wine, poured it down violently, patted his chest and said: "If you want to learn this wrong hand, let's go tomorrow and catch a few people who can't take out spirit stones to practice!"

"Good!"

"Big brother, come, little brothers, toast you again!" A group of horses under his command toasted their own wine and sycophants.

"Huang Batian!" Just as the people of the Blood Sea Crazy Knife Gang were drunk, an unfriendly shout suddenly sounded on the side.

"Who the is calling Lao Tzu?" Huang Batian and the group of younger brothers turned around, only to see a young monk standing next to the wine stall, with a lot of bruises and wounds on his face, and gauze wrapped around his arm, it was Zhang Hongye, who had been beaten by them before.

"Are you tired of being alive or did you send the spirit stone?" A Blood Sea Crazy Knife on the edge helped the little brother scold and stood up.

"I'm here to write a war letter!" Zhang Hongye sneered, took out an envelope, and threw it on their wine table.

"War book?hahaha, are you kid being beaten and confused?" The little brothers of the Blood Sea Crazy Knife Gang laughed wildly.

"Haha, the war book, okay, the war book, Master Zhuang, you read it to the brothers. "Maybe he drank too much wine, Huang Batian was in a good mood, and ordered the thin man on the side to read it and listen to it.

"Yes, Boss. The thin monk known as Master Zhuang picked up the envelope and tore it open, took out the belief and said, the more he read it, the more he stammered, and his expression became more and more strange: "Dear, dear, dear Blood Sea Crazy Knife Gang: How are you? Actually, I don't know how to write war books, this is the first time, but it doesn't matter. Long story short, I have seen that you have been unpleasant for a long time, but God has the virtue of a good life, as long as you get out of Yuntai Mountain, don't be an underworld anymore, and change your mind and face well, I will not pursue you, otherwise, three days later, at one o'clock in the afternoon, I will see you in the bamboo pavilion at the foot of the mountain under the Immortal Refining Road, and I will educate you well. - Messenger of Freemasonic Love and Justice: Zhao Li. ”

The audience was silent for dozens of seconds, and Zhang Hongye, who took the initiative to ask the Lord to send the war book, was also a little embarrassed to hear it, but he really didn't expect the war book written by Zhao Li to be of this style...

"Hahahaha, this is also a war book?By the way, who is Zhao Li of this Freemasonry?" Huang Batian laughed a few times and asked the younger brothers next to him.

"It seems... It seems that the guy who followed Nie Linghui to set up a stall and tell stories?" The other younger brothers shook their heads and said that they didn't know this person, only Master Zhuang was a little impressed.

"Oh, did you say some bullshit about Journey to the West? Did we grab the trial version of this and a lot of spirit stones yesterday?" Huang Batian suddenly realized.

"The boss is right, I remember, the little girl's tea stall hasn't been open for a long time, saying that it will wait for the big set to start opening again, and there are a lot of spirit stones paid before!

"Huang Batian, do you accept this battle book?" Zhang Hongye tried not to think about Zhao Li's embarrassing battle book, and shouted to the Blood Sea Crazy Knife Gang.

"Hahahaha, you cheap embryos are healed, the scars have forgotten the pain, right? The so-called two gangs are fighting, if you don't cut it, Lao Tzu won't whip you today, get out!" Huang Batian laughed a few times, and said: "By the way, does this kid dislike the brothers for collecting too many spirit stones or does he want to give you a head?" Haha, tell him to wash his neck and wait for death!"

Zhang Hongye arched his hand and turned away without saying a word.

"Boss, this thing is weird. Master Zhuang leaned over to Huang Batian's side and whispered.

"How?"

"I remember that this Zhao Lixiu is only in the early stage of Qi refining, what kind of courage do you have to fight with your eldest brother?" Master Zhuang said with some suspicion.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid I have something to rely on..."

"Haha, Master Zhuang, you are just too timid!" Huang Batian finished drinking the wine and scolded loudly: "Then Zhao Li can have a hairy dependence! The cultivation in the early stage of qi refining, licking the heel of Lao Tzu's shoes, Lao Tzu's Blood Sea Crazy Knife Gang will not want him! Can a character who is more powerful than us read him? Other people's war books are just that, and a war book in the early stage of qi refining is not daring to take it, do I, Huang Batian, still have the face to mix on Yuntai Mountain?" If you want me to say, nine times out of ten, we were a little ruthless when we collected spirit stones recently, and a few poor and sour cultivators gathered together, and they wanted to draw again!"

"What the eldest brother said is true!" The younger brothers on the side coaxed one after another: "These poor and sour cultivators can't give face, and the last time they started was too light!"

"Boss, be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years! Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case!" Master Zhuang was a little anxious on his face, and once again stepped forward to persuade.

Huang Batian put the bowl down, stretched out his hand and scratched his rough face, thought about it, and said, "What Master Zhuang said is also true, after so many years of mixing rivers and lakes, have you seen less cases of overturning boats in the gutter?

Master Zhuang touched his mustache, leaned up and said, "Boss, this war book has been received, the brothers will definitely have to go, if you don't go, it will be difficult to collect spirit stones in the future." However, you must be prepared. First of all, bring all the magic weapons that you can bring, and go to buy some Dao talismans tomorrow, be prepared, anyway, as long as these dogs are taught properly, the spirit stones can naturally be recovered. ”

"Okay, you all heard Master Zhuang's words, everyone, get ready, don't drop the chain for Lao Tzu!" Huang Batian pointed to his junior brothers and taught him a lesson.

"Boss, also, we have to send someone to the wolf boss's side, the blue wolf gang collects so many spirit stones from us every month, and at this time, we have to send someone over to suppress the field for us..." Master Zhuang added.