Chapter 13 Waste Talks and Dies

The main position is one of the thirteen Taibao of Songshan, Ding Mian, who is nicknamed Tota Hand by the Jianghu people, and the younger brother of Zuo Lengchan.

He has good internal skills, powerful palm skills, and once in the battle with the Demon Sect, he held the Qimen Tiefutu of an elder of the Demon Sect with one hand.

This iron floating slaughter is naturally not the cavalry of the previous dynasty, but I don't know which small sect of Buddhism made Qimen weapons, made of fine iron, similar to the Buddhist floating slaughter, that is, the pagoda, weighing more than 100 catties.

Those who can make this strange soldier must also be born with divine power, to say the least.

And Ding Mian, who can support the Demon Sect Elder Tiefutu, his martial arts are naturally not low, and he is also among the top ranks in the rivers and lakes.

Below, the nun is a member of the Hengshan Sword Sect, and she is the same generation as the Hengshan San, and she is an elder in the faction, and her name is Elder Dingxin.

But people are not as good as their names, and they can't hold their hearts.

Because she is a woman, she can't see a woman being bullied, as long as she sees such a thing, regardless of 3721, she will come forward to settle the dispute, which often ends with the man being beaten by a hanging.

As a result, a lot of incidents occurred, and a few cheap women who harmed the township were rescued by mistake, and they killed heroes who were too eager to be righteous and righteous.

Originally, he was reprimanded too harshly by the Dingxian Master, locked up in the sword sect, and no longer went out of the mountain.

But recently, due to the matter of Wen Hong's merger, Hengshan has also been disturbed by various factions and neglected to take care of them.

I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup Zuo Lengchan of Songshan poured and invited her over.

And the one wearing the zodiac robe is the Taishan Sword Sect, the elder of the Tianmen Daoist, and the Jade Panzi.

The Taishan Sword Sect and the Dongyue Temple have a March appointment, and it stands to reason that this person should practice well in the Sword Sect, or discuss countermeasures with the Tianmen Dao Leader and others, but now he appears on Huashan.

It can be seen that the people of the jade generation are not very concerned about the foundation of the Taishan Sword Sect.

The person of the Hengshan Sword Sect is an old man, who looks like a trick in the rivers and lakes, and the wrinkles on his face are about to kill mosquitoes.

This is an old-timer, above today's head of Mr. Moda.

In addition, there are many people, there are disciples of the Wuyue Sword Sect, there are characters on the rivers and lakes, famous or unknown, Yue Buqun can't guess the details.

I am afraid that there are more than 100 people in this dark group.

And behind him is the current good hand of Huashan League, although it is not the top, but it is also first-class.

If you are sure that you can't beat it, you will also sit on the main seat of Ding Mian.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

Feng Tianyu couldn't get used to Ding Mian's tone, and scolded: "You are not from my Huashan, dare to do that position?" Guests are not guests, dare to bully the master, disregard the etiquette law, you are one of those fanatics of the Demon Sect! ”

This hat is really not small.

What is the identity of a demonic fanatic?

That is the lord of the righteous way of shouting and shouting and killing, no matter who kills one, whether the dead one is or not, the people in the rivers and lakes can look up at him.

"Where are you coming from, you can buckle your hat!" Ding Mian's face changed greatly, "I see you people with sharp beaks and monkey cheeks, and your face is vicious, you don't look like good people." I'm afraid it's the madman cub of the Demon Cult!

Then what kind of Wen Prison Courtyard is the so-called incense master of your Demon Sect, and now he has come to subvert the foundation of my Wuyue?

Daring! It's really bold! ”

Ding Mian's family knows about his own family affairs.

Although the Demon Sect had a bad reputation before, it was not as shouting and killing as it is now, and it didn't look like it had no rights.

But who called his own family to raise some rivers and lakes!

Songshan has those who are not suitable to start in person, and they all ask their left-hand characters to pretend to be demons, do it quietly, and on the surface, they will have a good reputation.

The leftist characters are sometimes no different from the Demon Sect.

What insults to wives and daughters, what murderous nature, are all light, and they are better than the cannibalistic Saibei Shuangxiong, but not much.

Over time, the reputation of the Demon Cult was completely ruined.

The ten massacres were all placed on the head of the Demon Sect, but in fact, six of them were ordered by Songshan.

So his complexion changed, and he had some grudges against this person.

Ding Mian also knew that the oracle was just a sarcasm, not necessarily knowing what was going on.

But so what?

The method of using the topic to play, knocking people into the camp of the Demon Sect, and then coercing the righteous path to attack the group, is also too familiar.

Moreover, I am afraid that if he says something nonsense again, it will make others think differently, and then it will not be done.

"Yes." Yu Panzi nodded, "Recently, there have been many more eloquents who don't know the origin of the rivers and lakes, inciting small factions to attack our big factions, and giving birth to a different kind of rebellion.

Before I came, I sent someone to arrest one and take out the information, but I didn't miss a word, but instead bit the poison in my teeth and killed myself.

On the rivers and lakes, apart from the Demon Sect people, who else has the means to cultivate the dead? ”

He looked at Feng Tianyu and the others, and said, "I think that Wen boy is a good move of the Demon Sect, and Dongfang will be defeated and think hard of a vicious trick against us and the other righteous paths." ”

Someone at the bottom chimed in: "What Daoist Yu Panzi said is good! If you want me to tell you, tie them up, pick out their teeth, and see if there is any poison. ”

"Yes, how can the inheritance of the Gentleman's Sword be taken away by the Demon Sect?"

"Hit the Demon Sect fanatics and save the Huashan Sword Sect!"

"Where did the Wen boy go? I'm afraid I didn't go to Blackwood Cliff to ask for help? ”

"That eggless thing!"

……

In the Huashan League, Shaotian turned a pair of eyes and looked at the people below.

Although the person who speaks is different, the person who provokes the emotion, such as his steps and the posture of his arm swinging, all seem to be signs of having practiced the same martial arts.

This is someone organizing trouble!

That old thing in a robe?

Not really.

Yue Buqun's face was not very good, and when he looked at these people, he was about to scold.

What a left cold Zen!

Is this what you call helping me?

I didn't read all the intelligence information I revealed to you!

Now that I have offended all the good players in the Huashan Alliance and become a demon cult fanatic, how can the plan I originally set to rebel be successful?

Are these people really fighting that monster? I'm afraid I don't know how to die!

He thought a lot in his heart, weighed the pros and cons, and finally made a decision.

"Brother Ding Dao, I think you are talking too much......"

"Ahh

Before Yue Buqun finished speaking, he heard a miserable scream.

I saw a black shadow fly in from the door and head straight for Ding Mian.

The speed and strength were so heavy that people suspected that they were shells fired by the artillery in the army.

Ding Mian didn't dare to take it hard, so he turned over, dodged, and wiped the corner of his clothes with the black shadow.

Bang! Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and the black shadow slammed straight into the wall, knocking the chair and table apart and sticking to the wall.

Only then did everyone realize that the black shadow was actually a person.

The man was less than thirty, his chest was collapsing, and the leg of the chair that had just been smashed in his thigh had passed through from behind, and he was dripping with blood.

The whole person was like a painting, hanging on the wall, and after a few breaths, it fell off the wall.

Shaotian looked closely, and this person was the first one to start the conversation below and mobilize emotions.