Chapter 1oo - A Palm of Arms

When Yue Longcheng walked to the end of the long street, he saw a magnificent building from a distance, although it was not carved beams and painted pillars, but it was also a green tile flying beetle. Inside is lonely, but there are wisps of green smoke, under the shade of green mountains and green trees, at first glance, it looks like a hermitage for a master outside the world. Yue Longcheng's heart moved, and he immediately approached quickly, only to see a horizontal plaque hanging on the lintel, with three strong characters of "City God Temple" written on it.

Yue Longcheng walked to the two black lacquered gates, looked through the crack in the door, but saw that the courtyard was lonely, there was no one, and under the steps in front of the main hall stood a copper tripod more than one person high, with green smoke curling in the middle, and there were a few large incense sticks as thick as a child's arm. There was a solemn air in all directions, but there was no one in the courtyard.

Look at the grandeur of this city god temple, it is obvious that the incense is prosperous, it is said that the pilgrims should be endless, but I didn't think it was so quiet and peaceful, it seems to be extremely incongruous. But after a little thought, it becomes clear that this is a branch altar of Perak Hall, and the City God Temple is just a front, and the people here don't care about the little money of pilgrims. However, there was a basket on the wooden table next to the incense ding, which was filled with silver taels of white flowers. It's just that no one came out, as if they had been used to this bit of silver for a long time, and they didn't pay attention to it at all.

Yue Longcheng was curious, and suddenly heard the shouting of punching and guessing wine from the main hall, mixed with the laughter of throwing dice. Hearing these voices, it's easy to guess what's going on in the main hall. This looks like a temple as it should be, but rather like an inn or a brothel. However, this is indeed a city god temple, and the steward in the temple is naturally dressed as a Taoist priest, but listening to this kind of voice makes people feel like they are going the wrong way.

Yue Longcheng didn't feel this way, he already knew the details of this place, and he wouldn't be surprised anymore, because he came here to take over everything here, even everything in the Thunderbolt Hall, and to change all of this was the token that Shenlong gave him. At this moment, this token was in Yue Longcheng's arms, and it was kept close to his body, and it had been simmered by his body temperature. He touched the token through his shirt, a deep smile appeared on his face, and he was about to knock on the deadbolt when he suddenly heard a squeak, and the door opened, and a dozen strong men with scimitars and long swords flashed out at once. Some wore Taoist robes, but they were disheveled, as if they had just gotten out of bed and had not had time to get dressed, some wore fox skin shoulders but half of their shoulders were exposed, and some wore cloaks, but there were still a few buttons scattered on the placket. It's all an uninhibited look, but all of them have a fierce look and a vicious look.

First, a bearded man waved the ghost head knife in his hand and shouted: "Who are you, why are you hiding outside the door and peeping, what do you want?!" This city god temple seems to be calm on the surface, but in fact, it has been on guard in secret. After all, this is a branch of Perak Hall, in charge of the affairs of the Gusu territory, how can it really be a plate of scattered sand, a group of rabble.

Yue Longcheng was not afraid, and hugged his fists and said: "I have something to see the leaders below, and I ask the brothers to report on their behalf!"

The bearded man smiled coldly and said, "What about the leaders, don't you know that this is the City God Temple, there are only temple blessings in the temple, where did the leader come from, I think you are in the wrong place." With that, he laughed, and the rest of the people laughed along, laughing hideously.

Yue Longcheng's face did not change, and said, "If this is just a City God Temple, then what are you?!"

The faces of the people changed, and the bearded man immediately became furious, raised his hand and raised the ghost-headed knife, and was about to rush over and slash down. Suddenly, a cold voice came from the main hall: "Bring him in!"

The bearded man put down his knife angrily, looked at each other angrily, and shouted, "Go in!" Yue Longcheng didn't bother with him, with a weird smile on his face, he walked inside, and didn't pay attention to this crowd.

He stepped into the main hall, only to see that there were several banquets in the hall, and more than a dozen obscene-looking men were sitting around the table, and some of them were still stepping on the chair with one foot, looking at Yue Longcheng who came in.

Yue Longcheng's eyes swept away, and the scenery in the hall came into view, and then he looked up at the beam, and said loudly: "Leader, come out to see me!" A one-eyed dragon next to him stood up suddenly, and was about to pull out the Pu knife behind his back, when suddenly a hand pressed his wrist. His heart sank, he turned his head to look, and immediately said, "Brother Qin!"

Yue Longcheng heard the sound and looked over, only to see a well-dressed middle-aged man walking out of the inner room. This person wears an octagonal hat, wears a gorgeous robe, has a white beard, and has a rich face, no matter how you look at it, he looks like a rich family, and he has nothing to do with this City God Temple, but obviously this person is the incense master here, that is, the leader of this crowd.

The man bowed his hand and said, "I don't know what the young man is called, what do you think about when you come to us? ”

Although he said it politely, Yue Longcheng knew that the more this kind of person was, the more difficult it was to deal with. However, he still doesn't take it to heart because he has the magic weapon to win. He looked at the outsider coldly, and said indifferently, "You are the Qin Xiang Lord here?"

As soon as these words came out, the group was moved, everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and they were all surprised. The muscles on the man's face moved, and he smiled to himself, and said, "It's down, I don't know ...... young man."

"You call me Shaoxia?" Yue Longcheng said, with a sneering expression on his face.

Lord Qin Xiang looked at his expression, and suddenly felt his heart skip a beat, but he was stunned for a moment, and said mechanically: "Yes, isn't it inappropriate to call Shaoxia?"

Yue Longcheng smiled faintly: "You want to know my name?" Qin Xiang said, "This...... This is natural, dare to ask ......" He wanted to say "dare to ask Shaoxia", but thinking of what the other party said just now, he didn't know how to interface for a while.

Yue Longcheng put his hands behind his back, raised his eyes to look away, and said indifferently: "I am Shenlong. As soon as these words came out, there was silence all around. Immediately after, he heard someone laughing, he raised his hand and pointed at Yue Longcheng while laughing, and he was already out of breath laughing: "He...... He's a dragon, a dragon in the sky, a dragon that rides through the clouds, haha, he's laughing to death, he's ......."

Yue Longcheng followed the prestige, and saw that it was a bald man, with a face full of meat, but there were really a few incense scars on the top of his head, and he looked at it carefully, as if he had just been scalded. The man laughed, picked up a bowl of wine, tilted his neck, and poured it all down, but the chest guard hair on his chest was shiny, and it was obvious that a lot of wine was splashed. He laughed so happily, but Lord Qin Xiang's face suddenly changed, and he raised his hand and slapped him loudly in the ear, and lowered his voice and shouted, "Shut up!"

The bald monk received this slap, stroked his red and swollen old face, and looked stunned. Lord Qin Xiang didn't pay attention to it, and arched his hand: "This ...... Which dragon are you?"

Yue Longcheng said indifferently: "There are still a few divine dragons on the rivers and lakes, naturally it is the divine dragon of the Thunderbolt Hall, the only son of the old hall master god." The words fell, and there was a steep silence in all directions. The bald monk stroked his old face, but his hand instinctively stopped moving, his eyes froze, and in an instant, it seemed that his soul was free and only a shell remained.

Lord Qin Xiang came to his senses, hugged his fists and said, "You...... Are you really the Young Master of the Divine Dragon?" Yue Longcheng said coldly: "Is this kind of thing still fake?" Lord Qin Xiang nodded hurriedly, and said again and again: "What the young master taught is that he is only a subordinate...... The subordinates have not seen the young master, if so...... If so......"

Yue Longcheng understood what he meant, but with his own words, it was unconvincing. Otherwise, anyone can pretend to be the young master of the Divine Dragon. He pursed his lips, and was about to reach into his arms, when he suddenly heard the bald monk say: "It is rumored that the young master of Shenlong has strong martial arts, and when he was a teenager, he followed the Shaolin Kuzen master to learn art...... I don't know if this young master of the Divine Dragon can show one or two hands and open the eyes of the little ones?!" Everyone echoed, and for a while, there was a noise in the main hall.

Yue Longcheng's eyes were like knives staring at the bald monk, his heart was angry, Shi Cai's words had already aroused Yue Longcheng's disgust, and now his sentence "This Divine Dragon Young Master" was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire. Yue Longcheng knew that he didn't believe it, not only him, but everyone present also didn't believe it. Although I don't believe it, I don't dare to make a mistake, in case "this young master of the divine dragon" is indeed the real young master of the divine dragon. Yes, although everyone was laughing, it was difficult to hide the shallow panic in their expressions.

Qin Xiang coughed dryly twice, and said: "I have heard for a long time that the young master is unparalleled in the world, and today I am fortunate to see the magic skills, and my subordinates are really happy to comfort the three lives!"

Yue Longcheng said in his heart, it seems that this level cannot be avoided, even if he takes out the token at this moment, if he does not reveal some means, these people will not be convinced of what they say. He became anxious in his heart, and secretly blamed himself for coming too hastily, and he didn't inquire into the details of the dragon before this, which was really reckless. Looking at this situation, if you are not careful, you will die here. The divine dragon he saw was already seriously injured and had difficulty moving, and if it weren't for that, he wouldn't have let himself succeed easily. Could it be that such a sick and ghost-like person also has superb finger power? He is also a layman of the Shaolin School? Thinking of this, he glanced at the smug face of the bald monk, and he was angry from the heart, but he also calculated from the heart, and then sneered: "Just with a lowly guy like you, you are also worthy of seeing the Prajna Vajra fingering, and if you insult such a divine skill, let you see the majesty of the powerful Vajra palm!" As soon as the words fell, Yue Longcheng slapped his palm.

If this shot can't deter these people, his life will be left here. Yes, this is a heavy hand that Yue Longcheng has used with all his might, and the power is not bad. He is the son of the golden unicorn, and he has been learning art with his father for more than ten years, although he has not learned his father's unicorn palm and water-avoiding unicorn boring method, but other kung fu is also quite popular, and it is already the level of martial arts, and it is a well-deserved first-class master. His shot was really moving, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the bald monk, and as soon as he handed it out with one palm, he heard the sound of the whirring wind.