The woman left the room with a graceful step.

The words she whispered in Zhao Rang's ear when she was leaving, made Zhao Rang a little at a loss.

Zhao Rang neither agreed nor refused to those three conditions, but he knew in his heart that he had already agreed.

Because of the price thrown by the woman, he couldn't refuse at all.

Among the 188 boxes brought by the Admiralty Dart Bureau, all of them contained people, living people!

One hundred and eighty-eight boxes and one hundred and eighty-eight people are all masters with names and surnames in the rivers and lakes of Nandi.

As for why the Admiralty Dart Bureau had to spend so much effort to bring in one hundred and eighty-eight people from the south, she did not say.

Of course, it goes without saying.

As long as you use your brain a little, you will know what these one hundred and eighty-eight people are going to Baihe Mountain for.

At the moment, the white crane is not in the mountain, the gate of the white crane mountain is closed, and all the affairs are in charge of his nerd-like junior brother, it is really a good time, you can cooperate with the feather coat inside and outside, and control the entire white crane mountain up and down in a silent way, so as a springboard for the south to wedge deep into the north.

However, Zhao Rang didn't have much trust in the woman.

Even though the poison of her "Yin Wind" is indeed extremely unusual, the words that come out of her mouth are not the same as poison.

There is only one antidote to one poison, but there are thousands of theories about one thing.

A man's word is the most uncertain, because it is connected to the heart.

Zhao Rang opened the curtains and found that it was raining outside.

The fog on the mountain is heavy, and the dawn is approaching, so it is indeed easy to rain.

This rain is not a good thing for Zhao Rang, not only will it wet his clothes and make his body heavy, but the smell of the wet soil will also make his nose itch and he can't help but want to sneeze.

For someone who needs to stealthily probe the contents of a box, sneezing is of course the biggest annoyance, and everything else is secondary.

But even so, he still had to go.

Zhao Rang had to personally determine what exactly was in these boxes, which was the basis for the three conditions put forward by the woman.

The inn was quiet.

The dart masters who were out and about not yet returned.

They are aware of the road conditions in the back mountains.

In the event of such heavy rain, the bulky cart will not be able to get up early tomorrow morning.

You can only pass through the mountain road when the clouds clear and the fog clears and the mountain road is slightly drier.

So tonight they can drink and gamble more freely.

As soon as Zhao Rang left the inn, he felt an itchy nose...... After rubbing it vigorously a few times, it can be regarded as holding back.

He didn't go straight from the lobby of the inn to the backyard, but chose to go around from the outside.

On a rainy night, the wind was raging.

The ancient road behind the inn was silent, only the raindrops smashed on it, like a drumbeat, knocking on the hearts of every sleepless.

Just as he was about to walk to the entrance of the backyard where the car was parked, through the rain curtain, he suddenly saw a figure standing.

Zhao Rang wiped the rain from his face in order to make himself look more real.

But the rain that had just been wiped off was blown by the wind that split his head and covered his face in an instant.

Even the figure became erratic, ghostly.

As a last resort, Zhao Rang could only continue to walk forward.

A foot closer, he could already feel the cold and resolute aura emanating from this figure.

"It's raining so hard, why don't you use an umbrella?"

Zhao Rang stood still, covered his head with one hand and asked.

The person across from him grinned.

His teeth were white, large and straight, and stood out in the dark.

"Do you think I need an umbrella?"

As he spoke, he patted his head.

His head was bare, without a single hair, in stark contrast to the thick beard on his face.

"The beard is about the same as the hair."

Zhao Rang didn't have a beard, so naturally he didn't know what it was like to have a beard.

But his hair was already soaked, and the rain was running down the ends of his hair and down his neck into his clothes.

When they met before, Zhao Rang didn't know that he was bald, because he had a sweat towel wrapped around his head, so he only remembered the thick beard on his face.

"What's your name Kim?"

The big dart heads of the Admiralty Dart Bureau are all surnamed Jin.

The beard said disdainfully:

"Do you think Jin Sanliang and I are all the way?"

Zhao Rang did not answer.

After all, this question is not important, he can say it or not.

For opponents who can't figure out the details, Zhao Rang doesn't want to anger the other party.

"Jin Sanliang is good all over his body!"

The beard continued.

"Which one is better?"

Zhao Rang asked rhetorically.

"Good name!"

"His ability is the same as his name, only three taels!"

Zhao Rang's words amused Zhao Rang, and he couldn't straighten up with a smile.

"Looks like you agree with that!"

Seeing Zhao Rang's performance, he was very happy.

The two of them talked and laughed in the rain, not at all like enemies, but like close friends they hadn't seen for a long time.

At least in terms of their views on Jin Sanliang, the two of them are surprisingly consistent.

"I'll admit you're right, he really doesn't have much of it. So what did he rely on to sit in the position of vice president? ”

The beard crossed his arms and replied:

"Or because of his name."

"His surname is Kim."

Zhao Rang said.

The beard nodded.

People can't decide their surname, but this kind of birthtime often determines a person's life.

It sounds so unfair and unreasonable, but that's the way it is.

However, Zhao Rang thought about it, since Luo Beard was so disdainful of Jin Sanliang, how much could he belong to the Admiralty Dart Game?

But as soon as he moved, the beard put the thick index finger of his right hand in front of his mouth, made a silent gesture, and said:

"You can't give me what I want, so there are no conditions between us to talk."

Zhao Rang was dumbfounded for a while, and finally nodded slowly.

At this moment, the wind has almost stopped, and the rain has not stopped.

The dark clouds in the sky were very thin by the strong wind just now, and a little moonlight leaked through the cracks, reflecting on Zhao Rang's blade, glowing with coldness.

The beard on the opposite side suddenly folded his hands on his chest, chanted a Buddha name in his mouth, and then took off the already soaked robe, revealing a yellow robe inside.

With a string of walnut-sized Buddha beads around his neck, he also exudes a chill that is not weaker than a blade in the moonlight.

His eyes have also become as deep as the sea, and his eyes seem to store the flowers and leaves of the Bodhi tree, and he can perceive people's hearts with just one glance.

"People in Buddhism also want to get involved in this kind of grievances?"

Zhao Rang asked puzzled.

The beard smiled indifferently.

He wasn't surprised by this question, as he had answered it many times to different people.

"What is the difference between rivers and lakes and Buddhism? It is all what the human heart wants. ”

The voice is calm and firm, like a morning bell and a dusk drum, long and solemn.

Zhao Rang's brows tightened, he pondered for a moment, and said:

"The rivers and lakes are disturbed by strife and disturbances, where can the pure land of Buddhism be compared?"

The bearded eyes suddenly fell a little lonely, revealing a deep light, and said slowly:

"I will not come to be pure, I will not be pure."

After finishing speaking, the beard let out a loud shout, and a powerful energy burst out from his body, and at the same time, a golden pillar of light rose into the sky, instantly enveloping the surrounding space.

Zhao Rang was rushed by this energy, and suddenly felt his body relaxed, and was pushed out by this invisible force.

"Golden bell jar!"

The golden bell jar with a beard is obviously not the same grade as Jin Sanliang!

The golden Buddha light shone brightly, and the beard looked even more majestic against the backdrop of this brilliance.

Zhao Rang felt unprecedented pressure......

This person's martial arts realm is far above him.

However, in the midst of this energetic shock, he sensed a hint of familiarity.

Looking at the huge Buddha beads on his beard and neck, it has become unreal.

Zhao Rang remembered that when he was on the first floor, Master Shi Ding once said that when the tangible Buddha beads were turned into intangible and turned into the heart, it was the achievement of the Arhat realm.

Even Master Shiding himself still has half of the Buddha beads left, and they have not disappeared, so is this person in front of him going to a higher level than Master Shiding?

didn't have time to think about it, Zhao Rang had no choice but to go with the knife.

The sword qi roared more than the previous violent wind and rain, rolling up the wet dirt on the ground.

The golden bell jar around the beard is glorious and generous, like a blooming golden lotus, protecting the vital points around the body.

The sword flashed, piercing the sky, and was slashing out.

The golden bell jar only caused a faint ripple, and it dissolved the sharp aura of Zhao Rang's blade.

One blow failed, and Zhao Rang swung his knife again.

Like a dragon out to sea, unstoppable!

But the golden bell jar is still as stable as Mount Tai and has never wavered.

The overflowing sword aura made the drizzle tremble, but it was never able to break through that layer of golden brilliance.

Gradually, Zhao Rang's speed of the knife became faster and faster.

The sword light and the golden light are intertwined, rolling up an afterimage, forming a brilliant light curtain, as if it is the most dazzling morning light in heaven and earth.

Zhao Rang's figure also became erratic, and each knife left a trajectory composed of energy in mid-air.

The collision between the blade and the golden bell jar kept making a deafening sound.

It is obviously an invisible energy, but it is like a symphony of gold and iron.

This force of the shock reached Zhao Rang's ears, making his heart tremble, and the offensive had to stagnate.

He had already discovered that no matter how sharp his blade was and how majestic his strength was, he could not break the circle of golden brilliance that shrouded his beard.

Everything around seemed to stand still.

Even the raindrops were scattered by the energetic agitation of the two of them attacking and defending, forming a vacuum.

In the dark, Zhao Rang seemed to see the beard smiling at him in the golden light.

laughed at him for shaking the tree and not measuring himself.

"Why don't you continue?"

Beard asked.

He saw that Zhao Rang suddenly pointed at the ground, as if he had given up.

"Your tortoise shell is too thick for me to break."

Zhao Rang shook his head and said.

The golden bell jar was said to be a turtle shell, and a little anger appeared on the beard's face, and even the splendor around it rippled.

Zhao Rang keenly noticed this momentary change.

This beard was originally a monk.

His golden bell jar can reach such a state because of the blessings of the Dharma.

Just now, his mind fluctuated slightly, and then he affected Huaguang.

Zhao Rang thought for a moment, and suddenly said loudly:

"I thought that the evil seed of the Eight Kings Temple had long since died and had no place to be buried, but I didn't expect to meet two of them in the past few days!"

As soon as these words came out, the golden light around his beard exploded and tumbled like fireworks.

"Who do you say is the seed of evil?!"

Zhao Rangxin said that he was right!

This beard is really the same as Master Shiding, they are all from the Eight Kings Temple.

Taking advantage of the other party's agitation, Zhao Rang went out again!

The blade is like frost, and the cold light is shining, as if it is cold ice from the deep sea, bright and cold, which is daunting.

Just as the blade was about to touch the shoulders of the beard, the golden bell jar stood again, as if it had a life, majestic and solemn.

The inexplicable mystery pressed on Zhao Rang's heart, making him a little breathless.

Even with the strength of the operation, the knife in his hand was even weaker, and finally fell obliquely outside the Huaguang.

"He is worthy of being a kid of the Zhao family, with knowledge and brains. But if you want to break my golden bell jar with these little cleverness, it's a dream! ”

Zhao Rang gave up his gaze, and finally carried the discomfort just now, and then said unforgivingly:

"So what? You can only shrink into this turtle shell. I can't break it, but you can't take me either! ”

Hearing this, he laughed out loud.

In the midst of unbridled laughter, his palms, which had been close to his chest, suddenly parted, and his right hand slowly stretched forward.

The majestic golden bell jar suddenly broke open.

Zhao Rang's pupils shrank, and he was about to raise his knife to attack again, when he saw a big hand condensed by golden light stretching out from the place where it was broken, pressing towards him.

Seems extremely slow.

It's fast!

In the blink of an eye, the end of the world is close at hand, and this big hand is already on the top of Zhao Rang's head.

The golden light in the palm of his hand swelled, like a scorching sun, surging with endless burning flames, scorching hot and intense.

Through Huaguang, Zhao Rang vaguely saw the profound palm prints in the palm of this big hand.

His spirit was uncontrollably dragged into it, and he saw several Buddha heads scattered among the ruins.

A burly monk with a blood-stained robe sits facing the head of the Buddha.

His face was sharp and angular, as if it had been beaten by years of wind and rain. The eyes are deep and bright, revealing toughness and gore.

An exposed arm with clear muscular lines.

Zhao Rang could feel the infinite power contained in it just by looking at it.

At this moment, the monk was chanting a sutra to the head of the Buddha that had fallen to the ground.

After a moment, his folded palms slowly spread.

The profound palm prints outline his past suffering and glory.

The afterglow of the setting sun reflected on his figure, stretching his shadow for a long time.

For some reason, the monk got up and began to chant again.

His voice was low and powerful, and every verse that came out of his mouth was unwavering with reverence, as if it wanted to become one with him.

But soon, his voice weakened, and the momentum around him changed suddenly, and he was full of anger in an instant, and walked towards the few Buddha heads that had rolled down.

Zhao Rang also took a few steps forward, wanting to get closer and take a closer look.

But as soon as he took one foot, the picture in front of him suddenly flickered.

When he came back to his senses, he was still standing on the ancient road behind the inn, and the cold raindrops were still flying in the wind.

Zhao Rang turned his head to look and found that the brilliance around his beard had become extremely dim, like a candle in the wind, and it was only a trace of it about to be completely extinguished!

Zhao Rang's body moved, and the knife in his hand turned into a meteor, slashing at the front.

There was a piercing screech in the air.

The sword light illuminated the darkness of the rainy night, and also illuminated Zhao's grim face.

The beard stood motionless.

The sword light became more and more intense.

The moment the sharp edge slashed at him, the already dim brilliance burst out again.

Zhao Rang's knife slashed at the golden light, emitting a long-lasting buzzing sound, and it was impossible to advance a single bit.

But looking at his beard, he still didn't move, as if he was out of his body and was wandering away from the nine heavens.

With such an opportunity, Zhao Rang spared no effort to boost his strength.

The blade and the golden light collided with each other, and once again set off a majestic wave of qi that spread to all sides, and even the courtyard wall in the backyard of the inn had been destroyed by half.

But no matter how strong the killing intent was on Zhao Rang's blade, his beard didn't move.

But the golden light that protected him was gradually condensing, and it was firmly protecting him.

No matter how sharp and unpredictable Zhao Rang's blade is, it just can't be broken......

Zhao Rang was anxious.

In this way, it is already his full strength, but he still can't shake his beard.

The golden light that shrouded him was as hot as the sun at this time, but it never went out.

He knew that if he couldn't break this golden light, tonight would be the end.

Thinking of this, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Zhao Rang's eyes.

When concentrating, the knife in his hand suddenly unintentionally automated, and an unprecedented killing intent shrouded in the edge!

Just as he was about to swing the knife, the beard suddenly came back to his senses, and a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

The golden light around him also flickered instantly after sensing his spirit, as if it was a warning.

A trace of doubt flashed in Zhao Rang's eyes......

He didn't understand why the beard suddenly came back to his senses, and he didn't know what the scene he saw just now represented, but he knew that the opportunity was rare and could not be missed!

There was a loud "boom".

The entire town trembled at the loud bang, as if it were about to collapse.

It's a pity that although this knife is extremely powerful, it still can't break through the golden light of the beard......

At this moment, the beard suddenly changed dramatically!

The golden light around him trembled violently, as if he was afraid of something.

Zhao Rang also suddenly found that although the knife he had just made failed to break through the golden light, it had left a crack in the golden light.

Thinking of this, the blade in his hand involuntarily raised again.

The moment the golden light collided with the blade again, it actually cracked, making an even more deafening sound.

The bearded body flew upside down and slammed into the inn's walls, completely destroying the already dilapidated walls.

Zhao Rang was stunned......

He didn't expect that the beard would be shaken back by his own blade!

I saw blood leaking from the corners of his beard and mouth, and the golden light on his chest was already dim.

Panicking in his heart, he could only clench the knife in his hand and watch his every move vigilantly.

Zhao Rang didn't know why the knife just now was able to break through the golden light, and he didn't know what the beard would react to next.

However, the beard did not get up again.

He coughed up blood from his mouth, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of fear.