"Abbot!"

In an instant, Fang Zheng fell to the ground, and the Shaolin monks went crazy.

They are not afraid of death and are inserted into the battlefield.

Seeing this, Wan Yu didn't bother to scruple too much, the qi and blood in his body were surging, and the strength of his muscles and bones was moving step by step, like a bulldozer between the crowd, and the places he passed were full of figures.

The screams were everywhere, waiting for Wan Yu to come out of the crowd, his clothes were not stained with blood, and his forehead was not sweating.

He stood in front of many monks with a natural expression.

"Poor Dao was originally just here to try Shaolin's catties, you have to die, hehe......"

In front of him, the monks in one place were lying on the ground wailing, and hundreds of warrior monks, along with more than a dozen old monks, either had broken legs or broken hands.

"Adversary!"

"You insult me Shaolin, kill my abbot, there is no place for you in the Central Plains martial arts!"

"Adversary, you ......"

The scolding kept ringing out, filling his ears, and Wan Yu didn't bother to take care of it at all.

It doesn't matter if it's the devil or the savior.

Wan Yu himself has no good impression of Buddhism.

In the place where the filth is hidden, then Guanyin killed himself, hehe.

"Shaolin, it's just a waste!"

"The poor road is immeasurable, the fist suppresses Shaolin, the sword presses Wudang, the sun and the moon are stepped on, and the people of martial arts are welcome to come to take revenge!"

Leaving a word, Wan Yu left directly.

And Shaolin was picked, Fang Zheng died, and this matter was spread in the rivers and lakes in less than a day!

Among the rumors, Wan Yu is a great demon in the world, who has killed countless people, has a green face and fangs, and is a yaksha who is alive.

And at this moment, Wan Yu has arrived in Hengshan City.

Although Shaolin is about to be provoked this time, many martial arts people have taken a look, and they are panicked in their hearts, but this matter has nothing to do with them.

Moreover, Shaolin has been suppressing martial arts for too long, and many people are very happy if they have opinions in their hearts.

The big demon even let out his words.

"Fist pressure Shaolin, sword pressure Wudang, foot on the sun and moon."

Obviously, they are going to the current three major forces of Wulin, and they have nothing to do with these small forces.

I didn't see it, in other people's words, Wuyue is not qualified enough, and they are nothing.

…………

"Hey, this time Liu Zhengfeng washed his hands in a golden basin, the person in power in the Hengshan faction is gone, Mr. Mo Da has disappeared for so long, wandering on the rivers and lakes, and I don't know if he can come back this time."

"Then he must come back, as soon as Liu Zhengfeng retreats, there are few people in the Hengshan faction who can take power, one of the heads of the dignified Wuyue Sword Sect, how can he be a first-class master."

"If Mr. Mo Da doesn't come back, I'm afraid it won't be peaceful to wash my hands in this golden basin."

"That's right, haha......"

"Drink and drink, this time the golden basin washes hands, the top people in the rivers and lakes will come, if you can make a few, haha, I will be developed."

Wan Yu sat on the side, and the corners of his mouth were lightly smiling.

His eyes fell on the person who played the erhu, an erhu, which is a musical instrument and a sword.

Dressed in simple linen clothes, with thick joints on his hands, he was extremely miserable with an erhu.

Speaking of which, Wan Yu has never heard of Erquan Yinyue, but this Mr. Mo Da's erhu is definitely not bad.

Mixing in the rivers and lakes, relying on a pole erhu to eat, you always have to have some craftsmanship.

Thinking about it, Wan Yu looked at Mr. Mo Da with a smile: "Sir, this erhu is good, I don't know how the swordsmanship is?" ”

As soon as these words came out, several tables of people in the building suddenly looked over.

Mr. Mo Da said in a hoarse voice: "The old man is an erhu puller, what kind of swordsmanship will he have?" ”

"Haha, I heard that Mr. Hengshan Mo Da has a cloud and mist thirteen transformation swordsmanship in one hand, and the sword is gone, and the sword is sparkling, like a cloud and mist enveloping people, which is extremely powerful."

"There is also a hand of erhu is also very tight, Xiaoxiang night rain, haha......"

While speaking, Wan Yu gently patted the table, and suddenly a drop of water appeared in the empty space in the tea bowl, and with a flick of his fingers, the water droplets instantly turned into swords, buzzing and swordsmanship, coming towards Moda.

Mo Da Erhu's voice disappeared suddenly, accompanied by a sword roar, and a thin sword was drawn out from the erhu, and a sword came out in an instant.

Just dispersed the water sword, the strength did not escape a point, and the control was full.

And this scene fell on the diners who had discussed the Hengshan faction before, and they immediately lowered their heads to eat and drink tea, and they didn't dare to raise their heads at all.

This is talking about people, and he directly slaps into the face of others.

"Sir, good swordsmanship!"

Mo Da's hoarse voice struck again, Wan Yu got up and smiled: "Yes, the swordsmanship doesn't matter, but the control of this hand is already good." ”

"Liu Zhengfeng washed his hands, he won't be peaceful, it's better for Mr. Mo Da to show up early, and the deterrent effect will be enough."

As he spoke, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Mo Da frowned and asked, "Who is Zunjia?" ”

"Immeasurable Daoist!"

"Haha......"

With a loud laugh, Wan Yu's figure flashed, and then disappeared without a trace, and this light skill directly made Master Mo stupid.

Suddenly I remembered a person.

"The Adversary is immeasurable!"

"Immeasurable Daoist, the Immeasurable Daoist who killed the Shaolin abbot?"

"This, this, we actually drank tea with the immeasurable Taoist in a tea shop, and didn't die?"

"It is rumored that this immeasurable Taoist is not a Nakshatra who is one foot tall, with a green face and fangs, and a big waist and a round waist?"

"Hoo ......"

In the tea shop, the people in the rivers and lakes were dumbfounded.

Even Mo Da felt a chill in his heart at this moment.

Shaolin Temple will never use this thousand-year-old reputation to name a demon.

Hundreds of people were injured, among which the power of the founder was superb, plus more than a dozen monks of the Fang character generation, all of them could not stop this immeasurable Taoist, you can imagine how powerful this Taoist is.

Coupled with the miraculous light skills just now, where did this person come from?

Could it be that he is a person from Wudang?

But Wudang Shangen Shaolin is almost a person who wears a pair of pants, how could such a thing happen, it is completely unreasonable.

Thinking of the words of the immeasurable Daoist, there was something wrong in Mo Da's heart.

Senior brother washes his hands in a golden basin, something big is going to happen?

Isn't this immeasurable Taoist preparing to get involved?

This, this......

"Jianghu martial arts are in danger!"

With a light sigh, the thin sword entered the erhu, and the person left.

Mo Da went directly to Liu's mansion, this time he originally planned to show up again on the day when his junior brother washed his hands, but this time it was obviously not possible.

……

In Liu's mansion, Liu Zhengfeng had some expectations in his heart at the moment.

As long as this golden basin is successful, he will not have to carry the righteous reputation of the Hengshan faction and completely withdraw from the rivers and lakes.

From then on, it was no problem to make friends with whomever I wanted.

Qu Yang has been friends with him since then, and there will be no problems.

"Husband, if you quit the rivers and lakes this time, I don't know if Senior Brother Mo will appear."

His wife had a little worry on her face, this time Liu Zhengfeng washed his hands, someone must have stopped him.

He arranged it himself, no matter who it was, it was useless!

After all, although the rivers and lakes are powerful, they are completely different from the imperial court.

As long as the holy decree of the imperial court comes, he will be an official, not to mention the Songshan faction, even if it is Shaolin Wudang, he will not be able to do anything to himself.

"Don't worry, it's okay, Senior Brother Mo will come, I have arranged all the handwashing in the golden basin this time, and you also need to understand it."

"There will definitely be no problem, you can follow Qin'er to enjoy the blessings, since then the rivers and lakes have been cut off, without those grievances and vendettas, our family will find a place to live in seclusion and live a good life."

"Well, it's best to be like this, the grudges on the rivers and lakes, it's best to stay away from fighting and killing, and I can't sleep well every time I sleep."

Liu Zhengfeng hugged his wife and sighed lightly: "Let you suffer." ”

On the second day, there were more and more people in Hengshan City, and almost everyone walking on the street was armed with a sword.

The teahouses, restaurants, and inns on the street are all full.

Originally, there were not many indigenous residents in the small Hengshan City, but now they are faintly more than 100,000.

The number of people in the rivers and lakes accounted for nearly five or six thousand.

This is just Liu Zhengfeng, the head of a first-class sect in the rivers and lakes, if it weren't for the sudden incident of Wan Yu going to Shaolin that day.

I'm afraid that there can be more than 10,000 people in Shaolin.

……

On the second floor of Hengshan Restaurant, Wan Yu was drinking alone and waiting for someone.

He remembered very well that Ling Hu Chong would be drinking with Natian Boguang here today.

Just took this opportunity to behead Tian Boguang.

After a while, there was a few commotions downstairs, and then a man in a white robe, wearing a turban, and a little nun in his hand.

went directly to the second floor, Wan Yu smiled.

"Tian Boguang?"

Tian Boguang turned around, carried Yilin, and smiled.

"What do you think?"

"I can't talk about it, I borrow your head."

Tian Boguang laughed loudly and sat directly on Wanyu's table with Yilin.

"Haha, Dao Chief, there are too many people who want my head, do you have the ability?"

"Try it then?"

Wan Yu smiled and stretched out his sword to point at Tian Boguang, seemingly without any change.

Tian Boguang was laughing at first, but as time passed, the color of horror in his pupils continued to increase.

With a cry: "Don't! ”

Poof.

A blood hole appeared in Tian Boguang's eyebrows in an instant, and in an instant, a few sounds squeezed out of his throat: "Ho ho ho ......"

Poof, it's not up to me.

Blood was still bubbling from the center of her eyebrows, and Yi Lin collapsed directly to the ground, with a look of surprise in her eyes.

Wan Yu chuckled: "It seems that Poor Dao can still take away your head." ”

"Little girl, go to the head of your house."

"Thank you, chief."

As soon as Yilin stood up, she was still in a trance, and there was a "knock" sound on the wooden stairs.

"Brother Tian!"

Ling Hu Chong was dressed in a green shirt, with a cyan turban on his head, holding a long sword in his hand, and he was slightly panting.

As soon as he saw Tian Boguang's corpse, his eyes were still wide at this moment, his pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but shout out Brother Tian!

Wan Yu looked at Ling Hu Chong, not to mention anything else, the sword eyebrows are starry, the body is slender, and the five fingers are even more slender and white, but they are good seedlings for sword practice.

However, the heart of this good seedling is not in Huashan.

"Senior Brother Linghu, I'm fine, this lewd thief was killed by the Dao Chief."

Ling Hu Chong looked at Wan Yu and took a deep breath: "Dao Chang is a good means, but this Ling Hu Chong is not guilty of death, right?" ”

"Hit so hard!"

"Sin does not unto death?"

Before Wan Yu could interject, the Taoist priest at the table next to him was angry.

"Ling Hu Chong, you are still a disciple of the Huashan Sword Sect, the eldest disciple of the Yue Sect, can you actually say this?"

"Today, if this disciple of the Hengshan Sect is ruined by this Tian Boguang, can you still say this?"

The head of the Heavenly Gate Dao was angry and looked straight at Ling Hu Chong.

Ling Hu Chong said lightly: "I've seen Uncle Tianmen, isn't Tian Boguang still ready to do it?" ”

"As long as you save Senior Sister Yilin, why kill him?"

Yo ho, the look in Wan Yu's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Linghu Chong, that's how Yue Buqun taught you?"

"Who is Tian Boguang?"

"A famous adulterer, I don't know how many girls from good families have been sinner, do you say that he will not die for his crimes?"

"Hehe, could it be that you Linghu Chong is the one who harms the girl of the good family?"

"You!"

Linghu Chong glared angrily, trembling with anger.

"How can I Ling Hu Chong be that kind of person!"

"And what do you mean by that?"

Tianmen slapped the table and stood up, pointed at Ling Hu Chong and scolded: "Senior Brother Yue, why are you a disciple like you who doesn't know the height of the sky!" ”

"It's insulting!"

"Thank you for your help, I'll go."

The head of the Tianmen Dao bowed to Wan Yu, turned his head and left, Ling Hu Chong's face turned dark, he glanced at Wan Yu, and directly carried Yilin to prepare to leave.

"Let you go?"

Wan Yu snorted coldly: "It's a raccoon dog with Tian Boguang." ”

Five fingers and one piece, disappeared in place in an instant, directly pressing on Ling Hu Chong's heavenly spirit, as long as the strength of the palm of the palm was spit out, Ling Hu Chong died on the spot.

Seeing this, Yi Lin's face appeared anxious.

"Dao Chief, don't, Senior Brother Linghu is not this kind of person, he also wants to save me."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, Poor Dao wants to ask Yue Buqun how he taught his disciples."

Stretching out his finger a little, he suddenly made Hu Chong freeze directly in place.

Yilin's face was anxious, thinking about asking for help.

"Don't go, it's safer to follow the poor road, tomorrow Liu Zhengfeng will wash his hands in the golden basin, and the poor road will take you there."

said, checked out, and left directly with the two of them.

And the diners on the second floor, who could catch their breath a little at the moment, suddenly discussed.

"Where did this strongman come from, what a powerful kung fu!"

"Tian Boguang's light skills are unique in martial arts, and his quick knife is also first-class in the rivers and lakes, although it is a little worse than the heads of various major sects, but it is not something that anyone can win."

"It's unbelievable that someone has been pointed to death now!"

"What a finger, that's a sword!"

"Hey, you want to know who this chief is?"

At the table on the side, a middle-aged man looked at the people in the field with a three-point smile.

"Tell me, who the hell is it?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said nothing, and when someone saw that there was only a plate of peanuts on the table, he immediately shouted: "Xiao Er, give this benevolent brother two catties of beef and a jar of good wine!" ”

"Haha, okay, I'll talk about the Taoist."

"The Taoist chief, who is a hermit, went out of the mountain and did a big thing that moved the world, and directly killed the abbot of Shaolin, and even more single-handedly, completely crippled Shaolin, although Shaolin has not been closed to the mountain, but there are fewer people who are active outside."

"You mean, this Dao Master is an Immeasurable Daoist?"

"Not bad!"

Wow!

The arena fell silent, and for a while, only the sound of swallowing saliva sounded one after another.

"Actually, it's this devil......"

(End of chapter)