Zhang Jianshan, the leader of the previous generation of cyan flags, smashed his fierce and masculine punch into the air, and his incomparable fist intent disappeared in this instant. Zhang Jianshan, the leader of the previous generation of cyan flags, was stunned on his face, and there was a hint of fear. But because he heard Xiahou Liangchou's last words.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Jianshan, the leader of the previous generation of cyan flags, clenched his fists, and looked at Xiahou Liangchou with a blue veil on his head and asked in a sullen voice.

Xiahou Liangchou stood still, a look of victory appeared on his face, the corners of his mouth raised, and said, "What do I mean? Can't you guess it? You think that you are standing here to attract the attention of all of us, but you quietly sent the mother and son away......

"You!" Zhang Jianshan, the leader of the previous generation of cyan flags, interrupted him with a burst of applause. "No way! You're lying to me!"

"Hahaha!" Xiahou Liangchou laughed twice, and then his complexion changed suddenly, and his eyes were as sharp as a blade as he looked at Zhang Jianshan, the leader of the previous generation of cyan banners, and said: "Hmph! In front of all these fellow martial artists, why do I have to deceive you? I might as well say it bluntly, you think you are covering up seamlessly, but you don't know that the three of you have been targeted by my people from the beginning! Now, your wife and children are in my hands!"

"No!" Zhang Jianshan, the leader of the previous generation of cyan flags, suddenly hissed loudly, and his voice was terrible. In the midst of this poignant cry, Zhang Jianshan, the leader of the previous generation of cyan flags, once again punched towards Xiahou Liangchou.

"Come on, as long as you touch the corner of my clothes today, I will make your thoughtless child lose a finger!" Xiahou Liangchou did not change his color, and without blinking his eyes, he punched Zhang Jianshan, the leader of the previous generation of cyan flags.

Zhang Jianshan, the leader of the previous generation of cyan flags, once again stopped his figure rushing forward, and his face had completely changed color at this time. Between a burst of green and a burst of white, Zhang Jianshan, the owner of the cyan banner of the previous generation, was already sure that his wife and children had fallen into the hands of this Xiahou Liangchou. His child's name is Zhang Wunian, and he is his father-in-law, that is, the owner of the Hongmeng Building, who took it for his grandson when he and his wife and children left there, which means that he should always remind himself that the three of them should never go back, and they don't even think about him.

The names of his wife and children were only told to him when he had a quiet meeting with his master. Even if he was discovered at the time, it was impossible to overhear the conversation between himself and the two grandmasters.

Now that Xiahou Liangchou has called out his child's name, then his wife and children were caught by him, this is by no means a joke, but a real thing.

For a while, Zhang Jianshan, the leader of the previous generation of cyan flags, showed pain and remorse, and the spirit that had just been brought up instantly leaked without a trace. Although the whole person was still standing there, he seemed to have withered most of the time all of a sudden.

At this time, I suddenly heard the sound of a Buddhist trumpet.

But it was the Lonely Master of Baoxiang Temple who stood up, and the Lonely Master Baoxiang solemnly asked Xiahou Liangchou: "Amitabha! Lord Xiahou, you said that the demon girl has entered your hands, but is it true?"

"Master Mingjian, the demon girl mother and son have been intercepted by someone I sent, and I believe it won't be long before they are sent. Xiahou Liangchou's voice became more and more proud.

"Amitabha! The martial arts grievances of sixteen years ago can finally come to an end, it is my Buddha's compassion!"

At this time, Zhang Jianshan, the leader of the previous generation of cyan flags, shuddered violently, and then he turned around and said to Master Lonely with a depressed face: "Dare to ask the Master, the Buddha said that all living beings are equal, can't the Buddha's compassion spare a weak woman and a child?"

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Master Lonely faced the previous generation of cyan flag master Zhang Jianshan and asked, and was about to answer, but another person stood up, also a monk.

I saw that the emptiness mage stood up again, his eyes turned with an unpredictable and majestic light, and his voice preemptively said like a flood bell and a big lu: "The Buddha has compassion, and there is also the angry eyes of King Kong! The Ming King is hot! The father and daughter of the demon of Hongmenglou slaughtered countless chivalrous and righteous warriors in my righteous path martial arts back then! The heinous crimes committed by his father and daughter are difficult to wash away even if they are poured into the three rivers and five rivers! Only the Yongzhen Abi Hell can be burned by the fire of the eternal Brahman!"

"Amitabha, I mean the same thing as Senior Brother Emptiness. However, Master Zhang, I know that you have been with the demon of Hongmenglou all these years, and you should have been bewitched by that demon. As long as you tell the martial arts fellow here where the demon is, you are still a member of the righteous martial arts, and you are still the hero who stood up to eliminate demons sixteen years ago! But his words are full of the meaning of making Zhang Jianshan, the leader of the previous generation of cyan flags, 'put down the butcher's knife and know how to return'.

Listening to the words of the Silent Martyr Master, Zhang Jianshan, the leader of the previous generation of cyan flags, his face became more and more blue and white, and then he slowly lowered his head. After the Lonely Master finished speaking, he saw that Zhang Jianshan, the leader of the previous generation of cyan flags, seemed to be repentant, and he was secretly complacent in his heart, Lao Qu, I have once again resolved a martial arts catastrophe!

However......

"Hahaha ......" Zhang Jianshan, the leader of the previous generation of cyan flags, suddenly laughed, only to see his shoulders shrugged, and his laughter became louder and louder, and his voice was poignant, full of endless sadness and ridicule of this so-called righteous martial arts.

The expression on the face of the mage who had already shown a little smile suddenly froze, and then turned iron. The emptiness mage had a look of anger on his face, his eyes burned with fierce anger, and he pointed at Zhang Jianshan, the leader of the previous generation of cyan flags, and shouted, "Evil obstacles!

"Hahaha......" Zhang Jianshan, the leader of the previous generation of cyan flags, raised his head, his face was crazy, and he said miserably: "Okay! What a so-called mercy! What a righteous path! What a so-called 'hero'! If it is a hero of this so-called righteous path martial arts, then I should not be! Let me sink in the sea of suffering!"

"You, you, you ......" The lonely mage turned pale, and his white eyebrows trembled as he pointed at Zhang Jianshan, the leader of the previous generation of cyan flags, and was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while.

However, at this moment, the door of the stone castle hall opened again.

Dozens of disciples of the Great Banner Alliance with short swords and long knives walked in, and in the middle of them were two people who were bound by layers of iron cables. One is a middle-aged woman wearing a coarse cloth jacket without powder, and the other is a simple young man who looks no more than thirteen or fourteen years old.