interests always bring some people who have nothing to do with each other together.

This is not a matter of fate, but just driven by interests.

Of course, if it is driven by interests, it can be regarded as a kind of fate, then it is.

The ghost two and the others followed Tang Zhong all the way to the Shaolin Temple, and at this moment, the four masters of their Poison Beast Gorge had already been injured, so they temporarily stayed in a small town closer to the Shaolin Temple, and took care of their injuries first. At the same time, he also secretly sent disciples to pretend to be pilgrims to go up the mountain to inquire about the news.

However, the Shaolin Temple is in chaos, heavily guarded, and ordinary pilgrims are not allowed to enter. The disciples of the Poisonous Beast Gorge were also unable to find out some unavailable news.

Of course, Ghost Er can't blame them, because they already knew that Tang Zhong was not such a good person, otherwise they wouldn't have suffered losses one after another along the way. In addition, Shaolin Temple is already a master, and a few minions can't find out the news, which is also expected by him.

However, it was not completely without gains, because they found that the Shaolin Temple was heavily guarded and the atmosphere was very tense. Looking at this posture, it is obvious that it is not aimed at itself. Even though the Shaolin Temple knew that there were people in the Poisonous Beast Gorge staring at the mountain, after all, the Poisonous Beast Gorge did not attack the Shaolin Temple in a big way, so if the Shaolin Temple was aimed at them, the reaction was too great.

"There must be other enemies in the Shaolin Temple." Oniji immediately concluded.

Ghost San asked: "Senior brother, what do you mean, Shaolin Temple is on strict guard, not for us." ”

Oniji replied, "Probably not." You say, they all saw us, so why did they make the atmosphere so tense? Doesn't that increase our ambition and destroy their own power? If you were a Shaolin monk, would you do that? What's more, they knew that Master didn't come, so they shouldn't be afraid of us. ”

Ghost Five praised: "That's right. ”

Ghost Er continued: "We must find out as soon as possible, who else is against the Shaolin Temple." ”

Luo Baikong also said: "Yes! The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Perhaps, we can join forces with them. ”

The four of them were drinking and discussing in the tavern, when a young gray-clothed swordsman slowly walked up and sat down next to them.

Ghost Erchuli didn't care, but when he saw the man sitting down, he peeked at himself with his eyes from time to time, but he felt that something was wrong.

The man was holding a silver-white sword, which looked like it was made of sterling silver, but was apparently harder than silver.

Ghost Er didn't know who this person was, but seeing that this person's behavior was extraordinary, his martial arts must be very strong, and he must have some background.

They were drinking on the second floor now, when there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps downstairs, apparently a large group of people rushing up.

First, a big man, carrying a machete, rushed up with a large group of men.

"Stinky boy, you dare to kill my deputy dart head!" The long-haired man with a large knife pointed at the young man with his fingers.

"Huh! Mr. Bao, I have warned you a long time ago, either you will return to the Songshan faction, or you will get out of this Songxia Town. The young man did not look at him squarely, but said calmly and calmly.

"The surname is Hua, your master Mei Zhangmen saw me Bao Jufan, and he also had to give three points of face, where did you come from, you dare to pick the flag of my Tianyuan Dart Bureau!" Bao Jufan airway.

"The family teacher just remembered the past affection with Mr. Bao, so he asked Mr. Bao to return to my Songshan faction. If not, it would have made you look like Hutou Mountain. "The young man is still very calm.

"It turns out that Hutou Mountain was destroyed by your Songshan faction?" Bao Jufan finally understood.

"The family teacher said, now that he is an old man, he has achieved great martial arts, and those who follow him will prosper, and those who oppose him will die. Mr. Bao, do you want to 'prosper' or 'die'? The young man asked, still smirking.

"Humph! When did Mei Shulie, who has always been low-key, become so arrogant? Bao Jufan asked.

"Huh! Let's start now. ”

Bao Jufan was very unconvinced, and immediately said: "I have been a person for more than ten years, and I don't eat dry rice, and your Songshan faction is not so easy to deal with me?" ”

When the young man heard this, he was a little dissatisfied and said, "Mr. Bao, it's not right for you to say that." The family teacher asked you to return the Tianyuan Dart Bureau to the Songshan faction, which is naturally for your good. In the future, if you dart, you will play the banner of the Songshan faction, and absolutely no one will dare to fight your idea. Why do you say, 'We're going to deal with you?' ”

Bao Jufan also sneered and said, "Hehe! Is there such a good thing? You Songshan faction must also have another plan! ”

When the young man heard this, he did not avoid this question, and replied directly: "This is natural." From now on, the income of your Tianyuan Dart Bureau will be divided into four or six points with my Songshan faction, four of you, and six of Songshan factions. ”

When Bao Jufan heard this, he immediately became angry and said: "Phew! Hua Yan, you Songshan faction wants to do good things! Lao Tzu slaughtered you little bastard first, and then went to deal with your master's old bastard! ”

Bao Jufan said, slashed over with a knife, and with a "bang", he directly slashed the table up.

However, Hua Yan was fine, and with wine in one hand and a sword in the other, he said coldly on the side: "It's a pity! Pity! ”

"What a pity?"

Hua Yan sneered and replied, "Hmph! It's a pity that in the future, there will be no more Tianyuan dart games on the rivers and lakes. ”

"Stinky boy, don't be ashamed! Give it to me, and destroy him first! Bao Jufan gave an order, and the big knife took the lead in slashing at Hua Yan.

With a "Zheng" sword, Hua Yan's sword was unsheathed, and he had already taken the lead in cutting over the two disciples of Bao Jufan.

Bao Jufan was even more angry, and his sword technique became tighter, and at the same time, the other disciples also pounced on Hua Yan separately.

Hua Yan showed no mercy to his subordinates, but he avoided Bao Jufan first, and "swished" two people, one of whom had his right arm cut off, while the other had his left leg broken.

"This kid was born so ruthless!" It was the ghost five of the Poisonous Beast Gorge, and he couldn't help but say at this time.

"No poison, no husband!" Oniji said with eyes in his eyes.

Hua Yan Sword Flower is clever, and within five combinations, he will put all Bao Jufan's subordinates on the ground. Either a sword kills, or a broken arm, in short, it is useless. Bao Jufan obviously didn't expect this kid's swordsmanship to be so powerful, and he must be so ruthless.

However, he was obviously still not convinced, and the knife technique immediately followed. This time, Hua Yi had no worries, so the sword move came straight to Bao Jufan. Bao Jufan thought that the other party was afraid of him at the beginning, but who knew that the other party was not afraid of him, but wanted to cut off his wings first.

Bao Jufan came out with another sword, but suddenly found that the opponent's sword had already stabbed him in the shoulder.

Bao Jufan blocked it with a horizontal knife, and knowing that the other party changed his method faster, another sword slashed at his throat.