Liancheng Jue reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and this news can be said to have stirred up a thousand waves with one stone. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Moreover, it is a huge meteorite that has been thrown into the rivers and lakes, and it can be said that the entire rivers and lakes have become a sensation.

However, after all, Lianchengjue has been silent for so many years, and there are still some people in the rivers and lakes who remain skeptical, but this news was quickly confirmed, and the witness was Ling Huisi, the prefect of Jingzhou. Immediately afterwards, another blockbuster news was exposed, Ding Dian, the original holder of the Liancheng Jue, was killed by a monk from the Blood Knife Gate, and this Liancheng Jue naturally fell into the hands of that monk. The whistleblower is also Ling Huisi.

The whole rivers and lakes were in an uproar, the reputation of the Blood Knife Gate was already terrible in the Central Plains, and another such a show would undoubtedly completely push the Blood Knife Gate to the forefront. In this world, there may not be fools who risk their lives to kill evil demons, but there are a lot of heroes who risk their lives to kill evil demons and explode treasure maps. There are many people from the Blood Knife Gate who are walking on the rivers and lakes, and they have suffered unjustified disasters. For them, now they don't have to think about picking flowers anymore, and it is very good to be able to save their lives.

And Wang Chan, who was the initiator, looked up at the sky at this time, and sighed long, it seems that he is going to spend the night in the suburbs tonight. Wang Chan made a lot of calculations, but he didn't expect to end up taking himself into the ditch.

He looks so wise and martial, just like a monk who has attained the Tao. How could those scum think of me as the lewd monks of the Blood Knife Gate. What a great injustice!

Wang Chan muttered in a low voice, originally he just wanted to draw out a few high-level leaders of the Blood Knife Gate, because in the Liancheng Jue, in addition to the Divine Illumination Sutra, Wang Chan was also interested in the Blood Knife Sutra of the Blood Knife Gate. By the way, it can also muddy the water of the entire rivers and lakes.

After looking at the ruined temple not far from him, Wang Chan reluctantly walked in.

Before midnight, it suddenly began to rain, dripping, big and small.

Suddenly, there was a sound of kicking and kicking footsteps in the rain, and it was walking towards the land temple where Wang Chan was resting. The man trampled the mud, but he walked very fast. Wang Chan's ears moved slightly, and he knew the situation on the outside well.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, Wang Chan's face remains unchanged, only a sound can be heard, the temple door is pushed open, followed by a big monk walked in, and before the person arrived, he began to curse: "Mommy lamb, I don't know if that bastard is pretending to be our blood knife door, causing us to be so miserable now, the master has ordered us to return to Tibet quickly, I haven't enjoyed enough of these beautiful ladies in the Central Plains." Made, now it's raining so hard that Lao Tzu's whole body is wet, if Lao Tzu finds this person, he has to peel him and cramp. ”

The big monk had more and more foul words in his mouth, and he scolded for a while, and finally stopped. This great monk was none other than Bao Xiang, the eldest disciple of the Blood Knife Ancestor, and I saw him sit down in front of the altar with a loud voice, intending to take off all his wet clothes. Because the vision in the temple was dim, and Wang Chan was cultivating the Nine Yin True Scripture for a long time, so it was not until this time that Baoxiang found that there was still a person in the land temple, but when he saw that the person was generally a bald head, he didn't care, and he wrung out the soaked monk's clothes and put them on the edge of the altar.

"Little monk, are you from that temple in the Central Plains?" Baoxiang glanced at Wang Chan and said.

Wang Chan slowly opened his eyes, looked at the treasure elephant, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and said: "This master, the little monk is not a monk from the Central Plains, but a blood knife gate from the Great Snow Mountain in the Western Regions. ”

"Little monk, are you fooling me? Lao Tzu Baoxiang is the eldest disciple of the Blood Knife Sect, I know all the disciples of the Blood Knife Sect who entered the Central Plains this time, and there is no such person as you at all. How do you say you're going to die?" Baoxiang stood up, looked at Wang Chan, and said with a cruel smile.

"It turns out that you are the treasure elephant, that's right, hurry up and hand over the "Blood Knife Sutra" to me. Wang Chan stood up, looked at Baoxiang and smiled. Originally, Wang Chan was not sure of the identity of the other party, and wanted to deceive him, but he never thought that a big fish would hit a fishing net by itself. This luck is really good, because if Wang Chan is not mistaken, only the treasure elephant has the Blood Knife Sutra hidden on his body, and if he encounters other Blood Knife Sect people, not only will he have to work hard, but what he will get may not be the comprehensive content.

And Bao Xiang felt that the little monk's brain in front of him was absolutely ruined by the rain outside, so he laughed instead of being angry: "Haha, it's really laughing to death, where did this stupid monk come from, are all the monks in the Central Plains like this, no wonder you don't know how to enjoy such a good thing as women's wine." Oh, Lao Tzu's knife is there, if you have the guts, try to cut a few knives at Lao Tzu!"

Wang Chan looked at the place pointed by the treasure elephant, and sure enough, he saw a Qingfeng Tibetan knife standing quietly on the edge of the altar, which was the saber of the treasure elephant. Wang Chan slowly walked towards the altar, Baoxiang looked at Wang Chan playfully, and did not stop him at all, in his eyes Wang Chan was only fifteen or sixteen years old, even if he started practicing from his mother's womb, it would not be his opponent. It happened that during this time, he was shouted and killed by the whole rivers and lakes, and he held back the fire in his stomach and had nowhere to go, how could he miss it now that there was such a fun fun to be sent to the door.

Wang Chan stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the knife, and turned around with a knife, and the whole action was not muddy.

I only heard the clear sound of "snort", like the wailing of autumn cicadas, which disappeared in a flash, and was soon covered by the sound of rain outside the temple.

However, Bao Xiang's scalp immediately exploded, as the blood knife ancestor sat down as a big disciple, although Bao Xiang is not the highest among the disciples in martial arts, but he has also done his best to pass on the true inheritance of the blood knife ancestor, martial arts are strong, and he can be called a first-class master in the world of Liancheng Jue, and he has a great reputation in the Western Regions. He has been practicing knives for more than 40 years, but how can he not hear the sound of a blade cutting through the air at a certain speed. Even he couldn't make such an understatement, and at this time, Bao Xiang actually had a ridiculous illusion in his heart that it was not this little monk standing in front of him, but his master, Blood Knife Ancestor.

"Heavenly Punishment!" Wang Chan shouted, and the hidden knife in his hand swung forward.

And at this moment, a thunderbolt happened to split the sky outside, and the bright light illuminated the entire Land Temple, and at the same time, it also reflected the stunned face of the treasure elephant.

The sword flashed, slitting the throat of the treasure elephant, and the thunder rang out.

Boom Boom!

The last of the elephant's wails were completely drowned in the thunder.

Wang Chan glanced at the fat corpse, turned around and walked towards the altar, and finally found the "Blood Knife Sutra" in the jacket of the treasure elephant.