Chapter Thirty-Eight: Descending the Mountain

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In the holy mountain, Xu Changan nodded, and Yan also returned to his side.

"Then I'll take you three tricks!"

As soon as the words fell, Jian Wudang wanted to stand up, Zheng Dayan patted him on the chest, pressed him back, walked out by himself, and said with a sinking face: "You Holy Mountain, after this Holy Son is finished, that Holy Son comes out, and you also find a person to beat him, are you bullying us few?"

"What kind of righteous gentleman is bullying more and less? And you are a peak little grandmaster, bullying a peak of the Huixi Realm. Why don't you come to me to gamble?"

Zheng Dayan preached for a while, spat flying, and even rolled up his sleeves.

"If you lose, you still don't admit it, why don't you fight me?"

"Come on, you can catch me three moves, even if you win, if you can't catch it, you lose. If you win, the old Taoist priest, I will give you the head to sit on for the night. Regardless of life and death, if you lose, I don't want you to let us go, don't want any conditions, do you dare?"

Zheng Dayan said arrogantly, Xu Changan glanced at him, and hurriedly turned his head, a little unwilling to look at this shameless elder who would not blush in his face.

When Shui hatsheng heard this, he put the knife back and froze in place.

After a long time, he said: "Senior, we are not the right path......

Hearing this, the elders of the Holy Mountain and Guo Hongyuan thought that this Tianji Pavilion seniors would blush, at least they would not argue anymore, but they were all wrong.

Zheng Dajun is upright and unafraid.

"Since it's not the right way, then what's the difference between seniors and seniors, who like to gamble, then come on, just as I just said. According to what you proposed, everyone will gamble. ”

Jian Fearless turned his head, and he really didn't want to look at this senior Zheng. The entire hall fell silent.

"Come on!"

"As long as it's one-on-one, no matter who it is, can beat me, even if we lose. ”

Zheng Dayan was like a big rooster that had won a fight, with his toes high, looking at everyone in the hall with his head held high.

There was no shortage of grandmasters in the hall, but no one dared to answer.

Zheng Dajun snorted coldly, and glanced triumphantly at Xu Changan and Jian Wudaugh, who were not looking at him.

Seeing that the two of them didn't see him, their faces turned slightly cold, and they pursed their lips and didn't say anything. He turned his head and looked at the saints with a smile on his face.

"If you don't fight, if you don't fight, just drink some tea, everyone sit down, now that the morning sun is also out, isn't it good for everyone to chat and bask in the sun?"

"Anyway, it's useless for us to shout and kill now, all the results have to depend on the Holy Hall, and there are only two results, the first is that there are elders coming out of the Holy Hall, and the three of them can't escape; ”

Shui hatsheng stood in place and put away his sword, and Xu Changan also carried the two long swords on his back.

"Move the table and chairs, and by the way, serve a pot of tea, and disperse!"

Shui Hasheng spoke, and although those elders were a little hesitant, they still complied.

Bringing a table and four chairs, Shui Hasheng took the lead in sitting down, stretched out his hands towards the three of them and said, "Please!"

Xu Changan glanced at Shui Hasheng in surprise, and even Zheng Dayan's eyes revealed appreciation.

The three of them sat down, and almost eighty percent of the disciples of the Holy Heaven just watched the four of them drink tea and bask in the sun, without saying a word.

Seeing this scene, Guo Hongyuan nodded, and sighed secretly in his heart.

"I'm still blind!"

......

The village was quiet, there were no roosters, no noise, and no one even went out.

The old village chief in the village is also a grandmaster. But after he came up at night to tell Ji Qiuyang and the others about their whereabouts, he didn't go back.

In the past, the crowing of the big rooster in the village could be heard, but today it is quiet.

Seeing that the situation was calming down, he walked towards the village.

The more he walked, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he quickened his pace to reach the village, saw everything in front of him, and fell to his knees.

The human skins were scattered on the ground like clothes, without the slightest smell of blood, and the whole village was terrifyingly quiet!

Eventually, a cry of pain broke the silence in the village.

"Qing Jiu!"

......

The sound of the wind came, and the four people drinking tea became nervous.

They felt the fluctuation of mana, and this fluctuation was not weak.

They know that this is the time to uncover the mystery. If it was Ji Qiuyang, then it would be fine, if not, I'm afraid they would all have to die here!

Even Xu Changan will be caught and used to exchange with Shushan!

A figure fell from the hole that had been knocked open by Ji Qiuyang before, and the smell of blood came, and this person seemed to have become a bloody person.

He glanced at the four people drinking tea, picked up Xu Changan's teacup, took a sip of tea, and put a human head on the table.

"This is the one in the Hanshan Temple back then, and Lao Tzu almost folded in it. ”

Shui hated to his heart, this is the people of the Templar, the head of the Templar!

"Let's go!" Ji Qiuyang bared his teeth, showed a tired smile, and looked at the three of them and waved.