Dali City, Invite Yue Lou, with the sound of complicated footsteps, more than a dozen people came in from outside the building, Lu Chen's table, located in the corner of the hall, the three of them lay on the table and squinted, they could see the situation in the center of the hall, only to see the black suits of all the people who came, and the black scarves were masked. A man at the head, five short figures, thick hands and feet, the whole person lives like a square door panel, this person's voice is as bright as a bell, only listen to him command: "Brothers are quick with hands and feet, just here to kill everyone!" The welcoming guy at the door hurriedly begged: "Uncle, don't you dare to kill people in my store, so what will I do in the future?" It turned out that this guy was actually the boss of the store pretending, and only listened to the big man in the head: "Don't talk nonsense, do you want to see your wife and children?" The shopkeeper still wanted to speak, but he was kicked by the big man and fainted on the edge of the counter.

Seeing that this group of black-clothed people were about to kill in the Yueyue Tower, Lu Chen was about to fly up, but suddenly the master's voice came from his ears: "Don't move, look carefully at the masters in this room!" Lu Chen almost opened his mouth and asked: "Master, what kind of martial arts is this? Why can I hear you when you speak?" Fortunately, at this time, the master's voice came again: "This is a sound transmission, don't open your mouth, little rabbit cub, learn from your daughter-in-law, be smart, don't show your stuffing, and don't show your stuffing, so I can't watch it." Lu Chen squinted and looked in the direction of Gillian, only to see that she was also squinting at herself, and when she met Lu Chen's gaze, the expression on her face changed, and finally she couldn't hold back and didn't let the smile ripple on her face.

The black-clothed men drew their blades and were walking towards the poisoned and unconscious people in the hall, ready to make a move, when suddenly a Buddha horn came from upstairs: "Amitabha, this wine is really an intestinal poison, no wonder the master didn't let me break the drinking vows, I only drank one cup just now, but I almost went to the West Heaven to see my Buddha Rulai!" With the sound everyone suddenly felt the floor vibrate, only to see a monk with his hands folded, bowing his head and walking down from the elegant seat upstairs of the Invitation Yue Tower, he lowered his head not to salute anyone, but he had to keep his head down, because as long as he raised his head, his head would be blocked by the beams upstairs and couldn't get down, this monk was not fat, but his muscles were knotted, and he was tall and unusual to ordinary people, so the floor in the room would shake every time he took a step.

The monk walked to the center of the hall, and stood opposite to the big man at the head, Lu Chen saw the whole thing, although the monk looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, his face was still childish, but his height was twice as tall as the leader of the five short figures, where the monk stood was like the King Kong Arhat in the temple descending to earth, everyone was shocked by his momentum for a while, and looked at the leader of the five short statures together, waiting for him to speak.

The leader also came back to his senses at this time, and drank: "Where did the wild monk come from, dare to come to ruin our business!" His voice was already loud and loud, and his ears were buzzing. The monk unconsciously recited the Buddha's name and said: "Back to the words of the donor, the poor monk is unconscious, and he comes from nowhere!" After the unconscious monk finished speaking, his eyes widened, and there seemed to be expectation in his eyes, looking at the man with five short statures, the man was stared at by the monk and was about to burst out, and suddenly heard the unconscious monk arrive again: "Donor, ask me where I am going!

A pair of iron fists roared out with the sound of the wind and smashed into the unconscious lower abdomen, unconscious and dodged, and continued to murmur to himself: "The donor let the poor monk go to where his mother is?" The poor monk has no father and mother since he was a child, and was adopted and raised by the master, how does the poor monk know where his mother is?" Before he finished speaking, the iron fist of the leader man had smashed into his lower abdomen, unconscious but unconscious, and still muttering to himself. Shenxiao Zhenren, who peeked at the side, was also surprised, he could already judge from the unconscious breath that he was practicing the Buddhism "King Kong does not damage the body divine skill", so he was not surprised that he could take the leader's fists unconsciously, what really surprised him was that ordinary people were performing the "King Kong does not damage the body divine skill" Don't speak from time to time, otherwise the true qi of the body will be discharged, and the light will be injured by the enemy, and the serious one will be killed on the spot, and this unconsciousness is not limited by the true qi, so it seems that he is actually a genius who is from the outside in, relying on a strong outer family to practice kung fu to guide the true qi of the inner family? "Alas! Could it be that the next generation of Jianghu talents are so crazy and stupid?" Shenxiao Zhenren glanced at it unconsciously, glanced at his apprentice, and sighed in his heart

At this time, the leader had already thrown dozens of punches, but he was still unconscious, chattering to himself: "Go to where your mother is, go where your mother is...... Aha, the poor monk understands, the donor's words are very strong, there is no poor monk in the world, the poor monk is conceived from the mother's body, this is exactly where there is nothing to stir up dust! And the donor's sentence to you M is to mention that the poor monk comes from nothingness, and will eventually return to nothingness! Donor...... Hey, this benefactor, you stop first, if the poor monk says something wrong, you won't be too late to fight. Donor, stop your hand! Don't you answer, is the poor monk right? Hahaha, thank you to the donor, the poor monk also wishes the donor to go to you M as soon as possible. After Wujue finished speaking, his lower abdomen straightened, and the leader man suddenly felt a strong force coming from Wujue's abdomen, and his whole person suddenly flew out upside down, and his arms were so weak that he couldn't lift them anymore.

"King Kong is not bad for the body! It is really rare for a little baby to have such a cultivation at such a young age! Why don't I come to ask for a few tricks from the old man?" With a thick Sichuan voice, a middle-aged man with a white cloth wrapped in his head and a thin wood walked in at the door, only to see him pacing unhurriedly in all directions, holding a copper dry tobacco stick with a length of one foot in his hand, seemingly unhurried, but in the blink of an eye, he came to the unconscious monk.

When the black-clothed people in the house saw the middle-aged man, they were all relieved, and they bowed together: "Third Master Tang"

Shenxiao Zhenren also frowned slightly, and said in his heart: "Tang Sanshao of the Tang Sect in Shuzhong is here, this group of people is not small!" I'm afraid that this little monk can't stand it, and I don't know what about the other person!

Tang Sanye said to everyone: "You turtles, are all staring at Lao Tzu and begging, why don't you do your own thing?"

Only then did everyone react, and they all raised their blades and ran towards the poisoned and unconscious people.

Unconsciously read in his mouth: "All the donors, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and the shore is back!"

Unexpectedly, this seemingly slow Tang Sanye, his body swayed slightly and blocked the way of the unconscious, and then the figure burst up, waving the copper cigarette stick in his hand to the Yintang acupoint between the unconscious eyebrows, Shuzhong Tangmen has always been famous for hidden weapons, poison and light skills, but twenty years ago, the Tang Sect had a martial arts wizard, it was this Tang Sanshao, he was a master of acupoints with one hand, and he was known as the only inner disciple of the Tang Sect who did not use hidden weapons and poisons. In fact, only Tang Sanshao himself knew that in his copper cigarette stick, there was a rainstorm pear flower needle, the first secret weapon of the Tang Gate, as long as the engine included seven hundred and forty-nine silver needles as thin as a gadfly, it could kill people at any time. And the tobacco in his copper smoke pot has also been tempered with severe poison, and it is natural for a person like him who has been soaked in poison since he was a child to smoke it, but if this tobacco touches the skin of ordinary people, the skin will immediately fester.

Unconsciously, he only saw the copper cigarette stick pointed between his eyebrows, and the fiery red tobacco of the smoke pot flew towards his eyes. Hurriedly retreated, and shouted upstairs: "If you don't make a move to the benefactor upstairs, everyone downstairs will die in bliss." ”

Before the words fell, everyone felt a flower in front of them, a green shadow with a white light, as if flying out of the sky, the green shadow and the white light circled around the room at great speed, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man in green clothes was already holding a long sword without a scabbard, standing in the center of the hall, and then looking at the dozen or so black-clothed people who were walking separately towards the unconscious people, at this time a little blood oozed from the neck and fell down one after another.

Tang Sanshao couldn't help but stop and said in shock: "What a fast sword!"

And Shenxiao Zhenren carried the sound into the secret and said to Lu Chen: "Little apprentice, you still don't practice swords, this person will be the number one swordsman in the world in the future!"

Lu Chen had a sad face, the sword just now was too fast, he really didn't see it clearly!

The young man in Tsing Yi said coldly to Tang Sanshao: "Is my sword enough to kill you?"

Tang Sanshao's throat rolled, and he forced out a word: "Enough!"

The young man in Tsing Yi yelled: "Get out!"

Tang Sanshao held the cigarette stick with both hands and saluted the young man in Tsing Yi as if he had been pardoned: "Thank you!"

As soon as the word Xie came out, a puff of silver light shot towards the young man in Tsing Yi, such a short distance, the cold and arrogant young man on the opposite side was defenseless, in the face of the first hidden weapon of the Tang Sect, known as the invisible and shadowless rainstorm pear flower needle like lightning, Tang Sanshao firmly believed that the young man on the opposite side would never survive, and this was also the last thought that flashed through his mind!

Almost at the same time as he sent out the hidden weapon, the young man shouted angrily: "Look for death!" The long sword in his arms suddenly appeared in his hand, and then the young man held the hilt of the sword and began to draw circles, one circle, two circles, three circles, and almost instantly, the circles drawn by the long sword were intertwined into a sword and shield, and all the flying rainstorm pear flower needles were twisted into powder. Then the circle suddenly disappeared, a silver light appeared, Tang San Shao covered his Adam's apple with his hand, and slowly fell backwards!

"Amitabha! Sin and sin, and die again!"

And the young man in Tsing Yi walked sideways towards Lu Chen's table, walked to the front of Shenxiao Zhenren and stood still, and suddenly knelt on his knees and kowtowed: "Thank you!"

Shenxiao Zhenren saw that Xingzang was exposed, so he no longer pretended to be unconscious, and with a wave of the tattered Taoist robe, a soft Taoist true qi suddenly helped the young man up.

Shenxiao Zhenren spread out his palm, and there were three silver needles as thin as gadfly in his palm! He exclaimed: "At such a close distance, only three of them have been missed, and when the old Taoist is so old as you, there is no martial arts cultivation like you!"

Lu Chen stared at the master with wide eyes in surprise, this was the first time he heard the master praise someone from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help but think a little higher about this young man!

Shenxiao Zhenren continued to ask the young man, "Are you surnamed Xiao?"

The young man replied, "Xiao Leng!"

Shenxiao Zhenren laughed: "Okay, Xiao Lengren is as his name, that old thing gave birth to a good son!"

Xiao Leng's expression changed slightly: "Seniors know my father?"

Shenxiao Zhenren didn't answer, but patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go back and tell your father, he still owes Lao Dao a good sword!"

After speaking, he turned to the unconscious monk who was concentrating on chanting the scriptures and said: "The monks are all stinky skins, which means that they can be overtaken casually, and we will be overtaken after reciting them!"

The unconscious monk was stunned for a moment, and suddenly shouted with joy on his face: "The donor's words are very powerful!" While shouting, he ran towards this side, and the four people on the opposite side drank at him almost at the same time: "Shut up!"

The unconscious monk closed his mouth with a look of grievance, and was still silently whispering in his heart: "The Buddha said that you can't say it, you can't say it!"

Shenxiao Zhenren said to the four people: "This matter is in a hurry, it seems that someone wants to be unfavorable to my Shenxiao faction! Gillian, you use the antidote to wake up these people, and then you wait overnight to go up Cangshan. The little apprentice told your senior sister Li Luoxue that someone is not good for Cangshan. ”

After speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared outside the door! The unconscious monk grew his mouth in surprise and said to Xiao coldly: "Oh my God! There are people in this world who are faster than you!"

Xiao Leng came to his senses at this time, and shouted outside the door: "Senior, you are ......" But there is still half a figure!