Zhao Qing had invited Su Changkong to join their sect before, but he was unwilling to say the name of the sect, Su Changkong refused, Zhao Qing was vicious, ambushed Su Changkong, and was killed by Su Changkong instead.

On Zhao Qing's body, Su Changkong got an identity token engraved with a black lotus.

And this group of monks, according to these quick catchers, should be people from the Black Lotus Sect!

"Could it be that Zhao Qing is also a member of the Black Lotus Sect?" Su Changkong said secretly.

The Black Lotus Sect is very unusual!

Zhao Qing, a Divine Power Realm martial artist, was one of them, and the old monk Du Zhen was here to propagate his beliefs and fool the public, but as a result, he didn't even dare to take care of the local government, which shows the terrible nature of this Black Lotus Sect!

The young man's face was also a little weak, and now near Qingshui City, the Black Lotus Sect showed its traces, relying on the so-called holy water that can cure all diseases, and some means that can bring people back to life, and quickly gained the support of a large number of people.

In front of this situation, the young man felt that he dared to go up and say that this ferry was really a liar, and he was afraid that he would be overwhelmed by other fanatical people, so he could only sigh and stand in place without saying a word.

"Great Yan Dynasty...... It's really an internal and external trouble! ”

Su Changkong sighed a little, just within the boundaries of Qingshui City, there were bandits raging, and even cults like the Black Lotus Sect had emerged, no matter how you looked at it, it looked like a troubled world was coming!

And before, there were people poisoning in the water source of Black Iron Mountain Villa, and there was an outbreak of epidemic disease in the boundary of Clear Water City, is it related to the Black Lotus Sect? If so...... That's scary!

When Su Changkong was thinking, the black-clothed old monk Du Zhen on the stage dipped the willow branches in the "holy water" in the net bottle, shaking the willow branches, and the drops of crystal water were flying, causing many people in the audience to go crazy, raising their hands and utensils in their hands, wanting to catch this precious "holy water".

The scene was very fanatical and chaotic, and Wataru was worshipped like a god.

"You...... What do you squeeze? ”

"Damn it, don't push me!"

At this time, there was a commotion in the crowd, and one person inserted himself into the crowd strongly, and a group of people were squeezed around.

"The old thief is bald! Pretend to be a ghost! Do no evil! See if your head is as hard as my knife today! ”

The hoarse voice exploded, full of anger and murderous intent that reached its peak, and a man dressed in gray and covered with a black scarf on his face squeezed out of the crowd, with a knife at his waist, murderous.

"Who is he? If you want to do something to Master Duzhen, aren't you afraid of being damned? ”

The originally fanatical and chaotic scene couldn't help but be quiet.

The old monk Duzhen suddenly encountered such a change, and he did not panic at all.

Facing the murderous man in gray, Du Zhen said with a pleasant face: "This donor, why is he so angry? My Buddha is merciful, and any troubles and poor monks can transcend for you! ”

"Over-crossing? Lao Tzu will surpass you old thief bald today! ”

But the man in gray seemed to have a great hatred for Watari, and he roared angrily, his eyes were red, and he suddenly pulled out the long knife at his waist and threw himself at Wataru.

"Presumptuous!"

Watari clasped his hands together and did not move, but the rest of the black-clothed monks shouted one by one, and each of them grabbed a long stick and intercepted the gray-clothed man.

"Bell, bell!"

The gray-clothed man's martial arts are quite good, the knife is like the wind, dragging the remnants of the Tao, and those monks are all martial arts, and with tacit understanding, one by one the long sticks or collect or attack, and collide with the long knife one after another, making a 'ping pong' sound.

The two sides fought, and several people besieged the gray-clothed man and one person, and the fight was inextricable, so that the gongs, drums, and porcelain bottles placed on the stage were overturned to the ground!

The crowd of onlookers couldn't help but withdraw from a distance, all of them watching the excitement, one side was the omnipotent Du Zhen in their eyes, and the other was the masked gray man who looked very fierce.

"He's ......"

And Su Changkong looked at the two warring sides on the stage, and his eyes moved.

On the stage, the gray-clothed man had a sharp knife technique, but those black-clothed monks were all powerful, and they cooperated tacitly, the wooden stick in his hand was an inch long and an inch strong, and it was extremely tough, and the blade was difficult to cut, and the gray-clothed man was difficult to break out of their interception for a while.

"Get out of here!"

This made the gray-clothed man furious, and he used his true qi, the long knife in his hand hummed, and the red fire light shone on it, exuding a scorching edge!

"Snort!"

Under the full burst of the gray-clothed man's true qi, his combat power surged, and the long knife slashed continuously, causing a monk to exclaim, the wooden stick was broken, and several wounds were added to his body, and he was almost disemboweled!

"He is Yan Song......" Su Changkong in the audience, seeing this scene, affirmed his guess, this masked gray man's knife skills and internal skills, Su Changkong has seen it, it is Yan Song!

This made Su Changkong puzzled, according to his understanding of Yan Song, Yan Song was cautious, he shouldn't be so impulsive, but at this time, he was furious to the extreme, and he was about to kill the old monk Du Zhen with his face masked in front of everyone.

"Thief bald! Take your life! ”

When Su Changkong was puzzled, Yan Song burst out of his true qi, broke through the barrier, killed Xiang Duzhen, and slashed down with a knife on the head, without sparing the slightest hand!

"Stubborn!"

But Wataru sighed, and the wide sleeve of his left hand rolled up, and the sleeve of the robe seemed to become as hard as iron, and it burst out with a huge force.

"Bell!"

In the crisp sound of gold and iron, Yan Song only felt that the tiger's mouth holding the knife was in a violent pain, he could barely hold the knife, and the small half of his body lost consciousness!

This true power is terrifying, at least it is a divine power realm, and it has a good level of internal strength!

"Not good!"

What made Yan Song's pupils shrink even more was Du Zhen At the same time, the bombardment of his left palm through the clouds and cracked fog came in, but Yan Song, who paralyzed half of his body, was difficult to avoid.

"Bang!"

This palm slammed into Yan Song's chest, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of Yan Song's mouth, darkening the color of the black veil, and his entire body was thrown a foot or two away like a sandbag, falling from the high platform, and almost fainted on the spot.

"Let's go...... Walk! ”

Yan Song got up and squeezed towards the crowd, and the people along the way hurriedly dodged in order to avoid trouble, allowing Yan Song to flee outside the town.

Easily beat Yan Song to a serious injury and fled, Du Zhen sighed and said: "This donor seems to have some misunderstanding about the poor monk, the poor monk accidentally injured him, you need to follow up to see and help him treat his injuries, if his life is in danger, it is the poor monk's sin!" Amitabha! ”

"The master is really compassionate and compassionate, and he repays his grievances with virtue!"

Many residents sighed to themselves about Du Zhen's broad-mindedness, and were in awe, the gray-clothed masked man attacked and killed Du Zhen, Du Zhen was not only annoyed, but also worried that the shot would be too heavy and hurt the other party's life! He is worthy of being a monk!