With this sound, everyone under the light looked up and saw four people silently appearing on the high pole not far away.

The four men, three men and one woman, stood or squatted.

These four people are naturally Yang Xin, Li Xunhuan, A Fei and Lin Xian'er.

Yang Xin and Li Xunhuan were naturally standing; Ah Fei was squatting like a night owl, and the scarlet three-hook jade writing wheel eyes in his eyes were spinning wildly, looking extremely strange in the night; Lin Xian'er sat half-sidedly and half-lying like a lazy cheetah.

"Netherworld Village Master Yang Xin, Xiao Li Flying Knife Li Xunhuan, Flying Swordsman Ah Fei, Blood Trace Ten Thousand Miles Lin Xian'er." There was a burst of exclamations from below.

It seems that the people who broke into the villa have done quite a lot of investigation, at least everyone's identities have been discovered.

"Amitabha, dare to ask the donor, but the plum blossom thief who stole my Shaolin "Dharma Yijin Sutra"?" Master Xinmei raised his head and said to Yang Xin.

Yang Xin glanced at Lin Xian'er with a strange expression, while Lin Xian'er glanced at Shaolin Xinmei lazily, with a dull look. Also, Lin Xian'er, who thinks she sees the essence of the world clearly, is becoming more and more disdainful of the clumsy methods of the rivers and lakes.

"Plum blossom thief, "Dharma Yijin Sutra", the master listened to what Bai Xiaosheng and Shaolin Xinjian said?" Yang Xin asked with a smile.

The Heart Eyebrow Master is silent, and silence itself represents an attitude.

"But this "Yijin Sutra"?" Yang Xin raised his hand, and a scroll of scriptures flew in front of Master Xinmei like catkins. Master Xinmei hurriedly caught it, and saw that there were three big characters written on this scripture: Yijin Sutra.

"This ......" Master Xinmei was stunned, obviously Shaolin lost the "Dharma Yijin Sutra", but what appeared in his hand was the "Yijin Sutra".

Master Xinmei still didn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, looked through the scriptures, and his face changed greatly, Master Xinmei hurriedly finished reading the "Yijin Sutra" in his hand, and asked again and again: "Dare to ask where did the donor get this scripture?" ”

"Is this your Shaolin lost scripture?" Yang Xin asked rhetorically.

"This is definitely my Shaolin scripture, but it is not my Shaolin lost scripture." Master Xinmei said.

"I think there are three words in this book, could it be that this book is fake?" A man walked out of the crowd and said.

"Bai Xiaosheng." There was an exclamation from the crowd.

"The donor's words are wrong, the white horse is not a horse, this Yijin Sutra is definitely a Buddhist exercise, but it is not my Shaolin's "Dharma Yijin Sutra", dare to ask the donor where did he get this scripture?" Master Xinmei asked again.

"From Shaolin, of course." Yang Xin said, but added a sentence in his heart, "Shaolin in the world of rivers and lakes." ”

"Sure enough, you stole the Shaolin scriptures." Bai Xiaosheng hurriedly said.

"No, I definitely don't have this book in Shaolin." After Xinmei finished speaking, he handed the scripture to the heart tree beside him.

Xinshu flipped through two sheets, his face changed, but he didn't continue to flip down, but handed it to Master Xinmei, and said: "Although this book belongs to Buddhism, it is really not my Shaolin thing, and I ask the donor to take it back." ”

Yang Xin smiled, and the Heart Eyebrow and Heart Tree finally made Yang Xin's sense of the ancient dark rivers and lakes a little better.

"Although the great monk was deceived by others, he had a pure heart, although his martial arts were not good, his virtue was acceptable, and this "Yijin Sutra" and other scriptures will be given to you." With a wave of Yang Xin's hand, more than ten scriptures flew in front of Xinmei.

These scriptures are the martial arts such as "Mighty Vajrapani", "Prajna Zen Palm", and "Wuxiang Robbery Finger" that Yang Xin scavenged from Shaolin in the world of "Smiling Proud Jianghu".

"Amitabha." After Xinmei and Xinshu roughly looked at these scriptures, their faces changed, and they hurriedly put the scriptures together, wanting to return them but they were reluctant, and if they didn't return them, they violated their Buddha heart.

"Master, stay, there are not many people with high morals like the master."

"Amitabha, dare to ask the donor, but the plum blossom thief?" Master Xinmei asked again.

"I'm not, she is." Yang Xin pointed at Lin Xian'er, and then said: "Master, I feel anxious for your IQ, after you return to Shaolin, you should close the mountain, with your IQ in the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that there will be no scum left to be played, you can't believe what others say." ”

"Friendly reminder: "Dharma Yijin Sutra" was stolen by Bai Xiaosheng and your Shaolin heart, who is who you have to investigate by yourself."

"Master, don't listen to this demon's nonsense." Bai Xiaosheng's face changed, and he hurriedly said, perhaps finding that his reaction was too intense, Bai Xiaosheng hurriedly shifted his gaze and said: "I know that the plum blossom thief is a man, but in order to prevaricate, this demon in front of me actually said that Lin Xian'er's first female stream is the plum blossom thief, how ridiculous is this?" ”

"Lord Yang Zhuang is not a plum blossom thief." Shangguan Jinhong said suddenly.

Shangguan Jinhong's words made people stunned.

"It's unnecessary, it's meaningless, it's not interesting. The owner of Yang Zhuang has thousands of golden silk armor, and the owner of Yang Zhuang is a master of Buddhism as soon as he makes a move, and everyone has seen the means of Yang Zhuang just now, how can a person with such means, such a net worth, and such a generous mind be the plum blossom thief? Shangguan Jinhong's voice came unhurriedly.

Everyone thinks about it, there is money, treasure, magic skills, and fairy means, how can it be a plum blossom thief?

Bai Xiaosheng's face became terrible, and as soon as he wanted to escape, he was surrounded by Shaolin monks, Bai Xiaosheng smiled bitterly, raised his hands, and signaled that he had given up resisting, Bai Xiaosheng was not afraid of Shaolin monks, they could bully them, but he was afraid of Shangguan Jinhong, and Shangguan Jinhong's words determined the nature of this matter.

"Yo, there are people who understand." Yang Xin said with a smile.

"I shouldn't have come." Shangguan Jinhong sighed.

"But you're already here." Yang Xin replied with a strange expression.

"Is it too late to leave?" Shangguan Jinhong asked in a deep voice.

"What would you do if someone broke into your money gang headquarters?" Yang Xin asked rhetorically.

"Scatter the ashes." Shangguan Jinhong said coldly, and then his hands were wrong, and the dragon and phoenix double rings disappeared in his hands.

The disappearance of weapons does not mean that resistance is abandoned, but rather shows the determination to fight to the death.

"Actually, it's not impossible to let you go." Yang Xin said suddenly.

"On what terms?"

"Surrender or fight!"

"Fight!"

"Shangguan Jinhong is really Shangguan Jinhong, so let's do it, you can fight with Li Xunhuan, ten moves, as long as you can hold ten moves, I will let you go." Yang Xin said with a smile.

In fact, Yang Xin handed over the choice to Li Xunhuan, and Shangguan Jinhong's life or death was all in his thoughts. If Li Xunhuan really wants to put Shangguan Jinhong to death, let alone ten moves, a silver wheel reincarnation explosion or seeking Dao jade can take his life, not to mention the Xiao Li flying knife that has no false hair.

"You look down on me?" Shangguan Jinhong's face changed, and he became extremely gloomy, since his debut, no one had really spoken to him in such a tone.

"What do you have that I can afford to look down on, except for my heart? Or is there someone in this world who can afford it? Yang Xin suddenly stepped forward and took two steps, just standing in the air out of thin air.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" Everyone was shocked.

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