The elder of the beggar gang only said the word "yes", and suddenly opened his mouth and couldn't go on. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Kong Zhi was taken aback, and hurriedly rushed forward, grabbing his right wrist, only to feel that his pulse had stopped. Kong Zhi was even more shocked, and shouted, "Elder, elder!" When he looked at his face, he saw a fine black spot as big as a fragrant head in the center of his eyebrows, which turned out to be a secret weapon that had hit the poison.

Kong Zhi said loudly: "Heroes Mingjian, this beggar gang elder was hit by a poisonous secret weapon and unfortunately died. I, the Shaolin faction, will never use such a ruthless secret weapon. ”

The beggars gang was in an uproar, and dozens of people rushed to the side of the corpse of the elder Chuangong. The palm bowl faucet took out a magnet stone from his arms, placed it in the center of the elder's eyebrows, and sucked out a steel needle as thin as a cow's hair and only an inch long.

The elders of the beggar gang know that the words of empty wisdom are true, such a poisonous secret weapon, the famous and decent Shaolin faction will never use it, but in broad daylight, in front of everyone's eyes, someone actually sent a secret weapon to sneak attack, no one can detect it, the strangeness of this matter is really incredible. The law enforcement elders and others all thought that when the Elder Chuangong stood facing south, the hidden weapon must have been shot from the south, and the sun was shining to the south, and the Elder Chuangong was so angry that he did not have time to beware of such an extremely subtle hidden weapon.

The elders looked behind Kong Zhi angrily, only to see that the nine old monks wearing big red robes were all half-closed, standing with their eyebrows down, and the nine monks were followed by rows of yellow-clothed monks and gray-clothed monks, and it was impossible to tell who was plotting, but the murderer must be a Shaolin monk, and there was no suspicion. The law enforcement elder laughed loudly, but tears rolled down his eyes, and said: "Master Kongzhi also said that we have wronged the Shaolin faction, what more can we say about the current matter?" But when he heard the sound of the blades, the beggars took out their blades one after another and poured into their hearts.

Kong Zhi's face was miserable, he turned back to the Shaolin monks, and said slowly: "This temple has come from the ancestor of Bodhidharma to the west, built a foundation, and for thousands of years, the monks have practiced Buddhism diligently, and kept the precepts. Senior Brother Abbot and I have already explored the world, how can we love this red dust again......" He looked at the faces of the monks one by one, and said: "Who sent this poisonous needle? ”

None of the hundreds of Shaolin monks had a conversation, and some said, "Amitabha, sin, sin!"

Zhang Wuji's heart moved, and he remembered an old thing: in the past, his mother Yin Susu disguised his father Zhang Cuishan and killed a Shaolin monk with a poisonous needle, which made his father feel wronged. However, the shape of the silver needle of the Heavenly Eagle Sect is very different from that of this steel needle, and the toxicity on the needle is also completely different. The so-called "heartbeat" means that as soon as the poison of the worm body touches the hot blood, the heart of the poisoned person only beats once, and then stops. He knew that Shi Huolong was killed by Yuanzhen, and he knew that Yuanzhen's henchmen were lurking among the Shaolin monks, so he sent a needle to kill the elder Chuangong, which was to prevent him from saying Yuanzhen's name. It's just that at that time, everyone looked at the elders, so that no one noticed who sent the needle.

The head of the head of the stick said loudly: "Who is the murderer of the Shi gang leader, and the tens of thousands of disciples of the beggar gang all know. Do you want to kill people and kill people? Hmph, hmph! Unless you kill all the beggar gang disciples in the world, this murderous monk is Yuan Zhen......

The head of the bowl suddenly flew in front of him, and the iron bowl moved, and with a soft clang, a steel needle was connected to the bowl. This steel needle still does not know where to shoot, but the palm bowl faucet has been preoccupied with vigilance, only to see a slight flickering blue light in the sun, then grab the bowl to take it, as long as a little slow half a step, the palm stick faucet will die again.

Kongzhi's figure faltered, and he went around behind the nine monks of the Dharma Hall, and with a bang, kicked out the fourth old monk from the left, and then grabbed his back collar and lifted it, and said: "Kongru, it turned out to be you, and you also colluded with Yuanzhen." His right hand grabbed the front of his monk's robe and pulled it down, and with a snort, the placket cracked, revealing a small steel cylinder around his waist with a thin hole in the head. Everyone is suddenly aware: this steel cylinder must be equipped with a strong spring, just reach out in your arms and press the tube on the machine, the hole will shoot out of the poison feeding steel needle, to launch this hidden weapon without raising your arm and waving your hand, even if the two stand opposite each other, only a few feet apart, you can't see the other party firing the hidden weapon.

The head of the dragon with a stick was full of grief and anger, lifted the iron rod and swept it over, beating Kong Ru to death with his brain. This Kongru is the same generation as the four great monks, and his martial arts are all high, but because he was caught by Kongzhi and held the pulse point, he couldn't struggle, and the iron rod of the dragon head swept over, and he couldn't dodge. The heroes screamed in unison again.

Kong Zhi was stunned for a moment, glared angrily at the head of the club, and thought: "You are also reckless, and you don't ask clearly." ”

In the midst of the chaos, four Xuanyi nuns suddenly walked in quickly outside the square, each holding the dust, and said loudly: "Zhou Zhiruo, the head of the Emei faction, led his disciples to meet the abbot of Shaolin Temple. ”

Kong Zhi put down the empty body and said, "Please come in!" and greeted him quietly. The remaining eight old monks of the Dharma Hall were still following him, and Yu Shicai's tragedy turned a blind eye to all of them, and they didn't remember it at all.

The four nuns saluted and retreated, turned around and came back, floated away, and it was rare that the four of them advanced and retreated together, as if they were one person, and their feet were even more light and elegant, like flowing clouds and water, and Ling Bo was empty.

Zhang Wuji heard Zhou Zhiruo's arrival, and when he remembered the sneak attack that day, he peeked at Zhao Min. Zhao Min was also looking at him, and the two exchanged glances briefly, and Zhao Min's eyes also showed a look of confusion, and he secretly wondered if he had seen it wrong that night.

Emei sent all the heroines to the square on their own like beggars, and waited until Kong Zhi led the same group of monks out to greet them, and then they marched in line, but they saw eighty or ninety female disciples in one color of Xuanyi, most of which were female nuns with lost hair, and a small half were elderly, middle-aged, and young women. After the female disciples finished, more than a foot away, a beautiful and vulgar girl in green shirts walked forward slowly, it was Zhou Zhiruo, the head of the Emei faction.

Zhang Wuji saw that she was radiant and did not see the slightest haggardness, and knew that since she was newly married, she must have lived a happy and satisfying life, so she had such a nourishment. Looking at Zhao Min with a haggard face, after she left her family, she followed her birth and death, eating and sleeping in the open, and she didn't know when she would be able to achieve her wish and achieve positive results, and the contrast was too great.

A few zhang behind Zhou Zhiruo, there were more than 20 male disciples, wearing dark colored robes, most of them were polite and elegant, and they were not as strong and flying as martial arts figures.

Each male disciple carried a wooden box, long or short, in his hand. More than 100 Emei people did not carry blades on their bodies or hands, and their weapons were obviously contained in wooden boxes. Qun Xiong secretly praised in his heart: "The Emei faction is very polite, and the blade is not exposed, which means respecting the Shaolin faction." ”

Zhang Wuji waited for Emei to send everyone to sit down, walked to the front of the wooden shed, and threw Zhou Zhiruo to the ground, ashamed and ashamed, and said: "Sister Zhou, Zhang Wuji is here. ”

More than a dozen female disciples in the Emei faction, Huo Di, stood up, their willow eyebrows upside down, and their faces were full of anger.

Zhou Zhiruo returned the salute and said, "Don't dare, why does Sect Leader Zhang need to be polite? Her face was calm, and she didn't know whether she was happy or angry. Zhang Wuji was stunned and said, "Zhiruo, that day, in order to rush to save my father-in-law, I delayed the gift of you and Shu Chong, and I didn't want to go. ”

Zhou Zhiruo said: "I heard that Old Man Xie was trapped in the Shaolin Temple, and Sect Master Zhang must have been rescued as a hero." Zhang Wuji's face turned red and said: "The martial arts of the senior monks of the Shaolin faction are profound, and the Mingjiao has lost a battle, and my grandfather unfortunately died because of this. ”

Zhou Zhiruo said: "Old Man Yin is a hero, it's a pity, it's a pity!"

Zhang Wuji saw that she didn't show any joy or anger, I don't know what she wanted, every word she said was touched back by a soft nail from her, and she was really uninteresting. But after thinking about it, on the day she married Li Shu Worship Hall, she and Zhao Min both left as the best man and bridesmaids, and the sadness in her heart at that time must be better than her own little boring today, and she said at the moment: "I will save my father-in-law later, and I hope to remember the feelings of the past and give a helping hand." ”

As soon as he said these words, his heart moved: "In the past six months, her skills have improved greatly, and on that day, even Fan You's skills were forced out of her way by one move." Min Meixue is also the director of various factions, and she was almost killed on the spot. And on the day he killed Du Baidang and Yi Sanniang, it was even more ...... It's even more ...... Thinking about it, anyone who takes over the head of Emei has another secret martial arts secret in her faction. Her comprehension is higher than that of the exterminator, so that the blue is better than the blue. If she is willing to join forces with me, I am afraid that she will be able to break through the Vajra Demon Circle. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be overjoyed, and said, "Zhiruo, I have something to ask for." ”

Zhou Zhiruo's face suddenly turned pale, and said: "Sect Leader Zhang, please respect yourself, today, how can you use the old title again." Stretching out his hand behind him, he said, "Brother Shu Chong, come over and tell Sect Master Zhang about our affairs." ”

I saw a bearded man come over, hugged his fists and said, "Brother Wuji, hello." Zhang Wuji listened to the voice of Li Shuchong, stared at it, and recognized that it was indeed him, but he put on a lot of makeup, pretending to be old and ugly, covering his true face, so he hugged his fists and said: "Shu Chong, which one are you singing today?" Li Shuchong smiled slightly and said: "Brother Wuji, don't be impatient, wait for a while, you will have your own good show on stage, and now is not the time to expose the mystery." ”

Zhang Wuji has great confidence in Li Shuchong and knows that his move must have deep meaning. He turned around and saw Zhou Zhiruo stretching out his slender hand as white as jade and beckoning to Li Shuchong. Li Shuchong walked to her side, sat next to her, the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, and said to Zhang Wuji: "On the day I got married to Zhiruo, I invited you and Zhao Min to be the best men and bridesmaids, but it's a pity that you were shocked by Old Man Xie's affairs." Another day, if you have a wedding wine, we will definitely not leave halfway. ”

Zhang Wuji wanted to say "I'm sorry", but when he thought that he and Zhao Min still had an uncertain future, and as for the happy wine, he didn't know where to start, these two words were unspeakable. He sighed and walked away.

At this time, the head of the beggar gang had a loud voice, and he was fighting fiercely with a Shaolin monk. These words of Zhang Wuji, Zhou Zhiruo, and Li Shuchong were said in front of the wooden shed of the Emei faction in the northwest corner, and they did not attract attention. The group has been listening to the dispute between the beggar gang and the Shaolin faction.

Zhang Wuji returned to the wooden shed of Mingjiao and sat down, and vaguely seemed to hear the Shaolin monk in the big red robe say: "I said that Senior Brother Yuanzhen and Chen Youliang are not in this temple, and your gang will definitely not believe it." The Elder of your Gang unfortunately died, and our sect was as empty as Uncle Shi had already died, what else could I say?"

The head of the stick said: "You said that Yuan Zhen and Chen Youliang are not there, who can trust you! The Shaolin monk sneered: "If Your Excellency wants to search the Shaolin Temple, you must be a little arrogant? A mere beggar may not have the ability to do this." The head of the stick said angrily: "You look down on the beggars, okay, I'll learn first." The Shaolin monk said: "For thousands of years, I don't know how many heroes and heroes have come to Shaolin, relying on the mercy of the ancestors, but the Shaolin Temple has not taught people to burn." The more they talked, the more stiff they became, and they were about to do it. Sora sat aside, but didn't intervene.

Suddenly, I heard Situ Qianzhong's yin and yang strange voice and said: "Today, the heroes of the world gather in Shaolin, and some of them come from thousands of miles away, is it to avenge the beggar gang?"

Xia Xuan said: "Not bad. Liang Zi of the beggar gang and the Shaolin faction, please put it aside for the time being, it's not too late to settle the accounts slowly, let's deal with Xie Xun's traitor first. The head of the stick said angrily: "Don't be clean in your mouth, the golden lion king Xie Daxia is one of the kings of the Ming Sect, what traitor is not a traitor?" Xia Xuan said loudly: "You are afraid of Mingjiao, I am not afraid of Mingjiao." A wolf-hearted traitor like Xie Xun still respects him as a heroic warrior?"

Yang Xiao walked to the middle of the square, hugged his fists and saluted, and said: "In the left envoy of the light of the Xia Ming Sect, there is a word to say to the heroes of the world." There is something wrong with the fact that the Lion King of Xie killed and injured innocents in the past......"

Xia Xuan said: "Hmph, everyone killed him, with a few words you understated, can you bring the dead back to life?"

Yang Xiao said proudly: "Let's walk the rivers and lakes, live a life of licking blood on the head of the knife, and live to this day, which one does not carry a few lives on his hands? If you kill every person you kill, hehe, there are thousands of heroes in this square, and I'm afraid that there are only a few left. Old Xia Hero, have you never killed anyone in your life?"

At that time, the world was in turmoil, the Quartet was disturbed, martial arts people walked the rivers and lakes, if they were not killed, they were killed, it was quite difficult to be alone, and those who did not have the slightest blood stain on their hands, except for a few monks and nuns of the Shaolin faction and the Emei faction, it can be said that it was extremely rare. This Shandong tycoon Xia Xuan is irritable and hurts countless people, and Yang Xiao's words made him speechless.

But most people use two rulers, the looser they are, the better, and the stricter they are with others, the contrast.

Xia Xuan was stunned for a moment before he said: "The bad people should be killed, but the good people should not be killed." This Xie Xun is exactly the same as the demons of the Ming Sect, specializing in things that hurt nature and reason, and I can't wait to cut them with a thousand knives, eat their flesh and sleep on their skin. Hmph, surnamed Yang, I don't think you're a good thing. He knew that there were many powerful figures in the Ming Sect, but if he wanted to kill Xie Xun to avenge his brother today, he would inevitably have a bloody battle with the Ming Sect, so he never left the slightest trace in his words......