Facing Daoshan Spirits, Shen Kun touched his chin and suddenly whispered, "Master, what is the relationship between Wumo Cliff and Yujianlin?"

The words were more straightforward, "The apprentice has just come, and he will definitely not be able to embarrass you, but there are several ways to cross the knife mountain, do you want to be tougher, or more clever? Or not soft or hard, to save a little face for Wang Tong?"

Mr. Yu's eyes lit up, and the Wumo Cliff disciple who heard this also raised his head suddenly, and looked at Shen Kun in surprise, Liquor Dao Mountain, this is an old drama of Yu Jianlin bullying newcomers, the newcomers in the past were either too scared to enter the door, or they were hard-headed, even if there were a few arrogant ones, they all resisted in a daze, only this Shen Kun not only had a relaxed demeanor, but also had the heart to ridicule and gossip!

It's different, it's different, Wumo Cliff seems to have an interesting big brother!

Mr. Yu thought for a moment and said with a smile: "What kind of method do you say should be used?" As he spoke, he glanced at the ordinary disciples of Wumo Cliff behind the door.

This is an obvious hint that he is asking Shen Kun to use a tougher method to kill Wang Tong's prestige, and at the same time establish the prestige of the head disciple!

Is it hard?

Shen Kun's small eyes rolled, and the greedy look in his eyes disappeared in an instant, replaced by a faint coldness.

Although he is just a little monk who is bent on making money, he is by no means spineless, thinking about Ah Fu's nose bone, and Gongsun Lan, whose mouth is still festering and being beaten out of shape, Shen Kun naturally showed the ruthlessness of revenge.

Isn't it a mountain of knives?

After forgetting to make money, Shen Kun suddenly had a very strange mentality in his heart, and in a trance, he remembered the little boy he had seen in the 'strange dream', the Yang family, the dragon was dead, the tiger was also dead, but there was still a wolf who dared to fight hard!

"Senior Brother Wang is polite, but it's just a mountain of spirits!"

Under the influence of the strange mentality, Shen Kun jumped directly in front of Wang Tong from a height of more than 100 meters, and when he landed, he was silent, and his footprints were only half an inch thick!

This light skill immediately shocked everyone, and Ah Luo smiled slightly, this move was the 'Moon Wheel Lost Step' that she passed to Shen Kun, but after looking at Shen Kun's face carefully, Ah Luo's smile froze on his face.

This man...... Is it still Shen Kun? After the strange mentality appeared, or rather, after Shen Kun perfectly fused with a certain emotion in the depths of his body, his temperament was completely different, cold and a little free, free and a little domineering, if Ah Luo had seen Yang Wujie in his dream, she would definitely cry out in surprise, Shen Kun at this time, and the little boy in the dark cave, who bombarded the blood-colored stone pillar with one fist, was so similar, so consistent!

When he came to the ground, Shen Kun hooked Wang Tong's shoulder with one hand, took the wine jar with the other, and sniffed deeply, "Good wine, it's really good wine!"

"Such a fine wine, it should be drunk as a respect!"

As he spoke, Shen Kun raised the wine jar high above his head, raised his head, and gently tilted the wine jar, and the wine flowed into his mouth like a fire.

One breath, one jar of wine!

Syllable!

Shen Kun smashed the wine jar, squinted his eyes, stared at Wang Tong coldly, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Wang, being stingy with wine is not Yujianlin's hospitality!"

Seeing that Shen Kun drank a jar of ice jade brew, but his breath was even, Wang Tong's face changed, and he immediately said: "Senior Brother Shen didn't drink enough?" Okay, Yujian Lin has never lacked spirits, let alone spirits for warriors, come on, carry wine!"

"Senior brother, please!" Ice jade brewing is a practice tool, and it can also be used as an anesthetic when injured, almost every disciple carries some on it, and after listening to Wang Tong's instructions, several disciples put away their knives and poured wine, and dozens of jars of liquor were placed in front of Shen Kun.

Raising the altar and drinking, Shen Kun even made ten altars of fine wine, he wiped his mouth, and sent a jar of spirits to Wang Tong's mouth, "Senior Brother Wang, wine can only be a thousand cups less when you are a confidant, brother, I will borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and I will give a cup to my junior brother!"

Wang Tong's face changed, but Shen Kun grabbed the back of his head with one hand and dragged him, forcing him to open his mouth wide, and then poured the liquor in the other hand, "Senior Brother Wang, the sky is watching, the earth is watching, thousands of people are watching! I will only salute you after drinking ten altars, such a profitable deal, if you don't drink it, it will make the junior disciples see the joke!"

Wang Tong really doesn't want to drink this terrible liquor, but as Shen Kun said, people drink ten altars, only one altar for you, and if you don't drink it, you are admitting that you don't have Shen Kun's arrogance, and you are a bastard with no eggs!

"Isn't it just a jar of ice jade brew? Thank you, senior brother!" Wang Tong barely drank half a jar of wine, suddenly his face flushed, and he coughed violently, but after looking at the eyes of others, he gritted his teeth and poured the remaining seven or eight catties of liquor into his stomach!

"Haha, good brother, it's really a good brother!" Shen Kun seemed to have drunk too much, his eyes were hazy, he hooked Wang Tong's shoulder with one hand, and quietly pressed the death hole on his waist with the other, pulling Wang Tong towards Daoshan and walking crookedly.

"I've drunk the wine, since we're good brothers, let's accompany my brother for a while!"

Wang Tong's death hole was restrained, and he wanted to open his mouth to ask for help, but his cheek did not allow him to do so! The wine was surging, and he staggered to the entrance of the meat grinder, and looked at his juniors helplessly.

And the juniors and disciples were already stunned, Shen Kun pulled Wang Tong over with him, will this meat grinder start or not?

"Senior disciples, don't be stunned, move the knife!"

Choke!

Shen Kun raised his foot and kicked the steel knife in the hands of the first disciple, and took a big step forward, the steel knife just fell, grazing his and Wang Tong's heads and sticking to the ground.

Following, along the way, Shen Kun kicked more than three hundred jade Lin disciples' steel knives in a row, and for a while, the sword light flashed in mid-air, and the sharp blade was approaching, like huge ice chips falling from the sky, grazing Shen Kun and Wang Tong's bodies and falling, snorting, snorting, occasionally cutting their clothes and twisting their hair.

Halfway through, Wang Tong's face changed from drunken flush to turquoise, the liquor in his stomach was churning, the blade around him was piercing, and the stimulation of ice and fire made his throat and eyes burn like fire, and he spit out 'wow'.

Drunk, once he spit it out, he couldn't hold his mouth, Wang Tong retched one bite after another, his intestines were blue, his face was white, and the old man who was more than seven feet tall couldn't stand up on the ground!

"Senior Brother Wang, how much do you drink...... Haha, take the knife mountain for you, otherwise, it won't be brotherhood if you are injured by mistake!"

Shen Kun pursed his lips and kicked forward, and the steel knives all over the ground flew forward, condensing into a large iron ball in the Wumo Cliff Gate, and then smashed into the ground with a bang, leaving only a big pit - the disciples of Yujianlin saw that Shen Kun had made a secret hand when kicking the knife, and had already controlled every steel knife!

"My sword!" "Yujianlin's disciple was furious, "Shen Kun, this is Yujianlin's weapon......"

"Yes, this is Tamami-rin's weapon!"

Shen Kun didn't wait for this disciple to finish speaking, and pointed to his feet, "But brother, this is the land without cliffs!"

The small eyes narrowed, and he squinted at the sluggish disciple, "You carry a sword to break into the Wumo Cliff, do you have my master's permission? Do you have my permission? Brother, you have to know some rules to be a man, if you dare to bring a knife into my house, you must have the consciousness of leaving a knife, understand? Or do you ...... A knife is too little, and you want to keep a lot of things, say, hands?"

The disciple subconsciously took a step back.

And Shen Kun snorted, walked into the gate of Wumo Cliff, looked at his back, Yu Jianlin's disciples looked at each other, cursed a few words in a low voice, and lifted the drunk Wang Tong and left.

Subsequently, Wumo Cliff resounded with laughter, and the eyes of each Wumo Cliff disciple looking at Shen Kun were a little different, Wumo Cliff had been bullied for too long, they liked this tune, and they liked the senior brother who was tough enough!

However, Shen Kun didn't pay attention to their laughter, he covered his heart, feeling strange in his heart.

"Did those things just now really be done by the poor monk?" Shen Kun couldn't believe it, "With the normal thinking of the poor monk, it should be a set of logical traps to buy their knives, and then pit their silver, and let them get out of the ......way."

From the time he dreamed of that little boy, Shen Kun's mentality was a little different from before, it seemed that something deep in his heart had awakened, making his whole person hard, much more interesting!

...... "You did a great job!"

Entering the interior of Wumo Cliff, Mr. Yu set up a banquet to entertain Shen Kun in the highest Wumo Palace, and when the banquet dispersed, he asked Shen Kun to push the wheelchair, and the two came to the edge of the cliff of Wumo Cliff.

Surrounded by green mountains, white clouds, abyss under his feet, and infinite starry sky overhead, Mr. Yu smiled faintly in the face of such an ethereal beauty.

"You are not the first to pass the Spirits Knife Mountain like this, but like you, all of them are the heroes of the Lingyun Sect, who are stunning and have led the way for fifty years!"

"Oh, look at what you said, Master......"

After listening to Mr. Yu's praise, Shen Kun habitually wanted to be modest, but Mr. Yu waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "You don't need to be modest, and you can't be modest!"

After speaking, he took out a key from the crack of the wheelchair, turquoise, which seemed to be polished from stone, he stuffed the key into Shen Kun's hand, and said in a low voice: "There are three secret rooms behind the Wumo Palace, one hides the weapons of the ancestors, one is the martial arts cheats, and the other is the most important treasure of the Wumo Cliff, this is the key, and these three secret rooms will be in your hands in the future!"

smiled, "What you want is in the second secret room!"

Shen Kun accepted the key, but always felt that something was wrong.

Appointing Shen Kun as the head disciple and helping Shen Kun can also be explained as Mr. Yu's ancient way of warm-heartedness, but after all, he has only known Shen Kun for less than a month, and he has only been in contact for such a short time, so he handed over the heavy treasure of Wumo Cliff to Shen Kun, which is ...... It's too child's play, isn't it?

In Shen Kun's expectation, Mr. Yu would test him for at least a year and a half.

What surprised Shen Kun even more was that after giving the key, Mr. Yu took out a dragon-shaped jade pendant, with dragon body patterns on the back and four ancient seal characters on the front, which can be used as seals.

(To be continued)