Seeing the departing disciples, the fat man couldn't help laughing.

smiled on his face, but he sighed in his heart, why do you say this...

The fat man glanced at the disciples who had entered the mortuary hall, and the disciples who had entered the mortuary hall also left one after another.

Back in the yard, the originally clean and tidy yard no longer exists.

The courtyard was dressed in dirty clothes, and the stone tables and benches were shattered and rubble everywhere. The jujube trees in the yard are all over the ground, and there are many footprints on the leaves.

The collapsed exterior wall reminds the fat man of "compensation" all the time.

The fat man's heart was dripping blood, but when he saw Song Zhong sharpening his sword, he didn't dare to disturb him.

Song Zhong sharpened his sword, but he was thinking about today's events in his heart.

Those disciples must have been sent by Shan Xiongxing of the White Tiger Hall, but I don't know what their purpose is.

After thinking for a moment, Song finally decided to let the fat man go out to find out the news.

The fat man was in a hurry, so he went out in a hurry.

After the fat man left, only Song Zhong was left in the courtyard.

Compared with the previous hustle and bustle, the current tranquility is more suitable for Song Zhong.

"Whew... Boom..."

The blood-red sword was repeatedly polished, and the edge of the sword became more and more dazzling.

He was very patient until the edge was completely sharpened and finally stopped.

Not only did the edge of this blood-colored sword become sharper, but the edge in his heart also began to sharpen.

He seemed to vaguely grasp the secret of the "sword intent".

However, this "sword intent" was like a forest covered with clouds, and he only touched the cloud and mist at once, but could not touch the real forest.

At this time, the fat man had also returned.

The fat man told Shan Xiongxing's plan 1510.

Song nodded at the end of the day, and sure enough, as he thought in his heart, all of this was operated by Shan Xiongxing.

The Holy Religion has long stipulated that if there is a fight within the Holy Religion, both sides of the fight will be punished.

However, if you place a war post in the Holy Sect, you will not be punished.

Shan Xiongxing took advantage of this and called on many disciples of the White Tiger Hall and the Blue Dragon Hall to come and place a battle post.

These disciples will definitely not be able to defeat Song Zhong, but they can disgust Song Zhong very well.

This is the purpose of Shan Xiongxing.

"Brother, Shan Xiongxing is too much of a bully, should we find a way to kill him?"

Wang Cheng sat on the ground with his buttocks, holding a chicken leg in his hand.

Wang Cheng knew that these things were all caused by Shan Xiongxing's son Shan Yuancheng, if it weren't for that time when Song Zhong stood up for him, Song Zhong would not have been locked up for three months, and now there would be no such troubles.

Song Zhong nodded and shook his head again.

Shan Xiongxing's strength is too strong, and he is far from being comparable to Fang Ning, Fang Zongqi, and the big boss of Heifeng Village.

Even if it is Lord Baihu, who is in charge of the Holy Sect's dignitaries, I am afraid that he is not Shan Xiongxing's opponent.

In the face of the hundred households in charge of the mirror, Song finally had the courage to fight.

But in the face of Shan Xiongxing, Song Zhong didn't have the courage to make a move.

Wang Cheng said: "If he doesn't die, there will be disciples who will continue to come to provoke in the future." ”

Song nodded at the end of the sentence, he knew that what Wang Cheng said was reasonable, but the matter of killing Shan Xiongxing still needed to be done slowly.

After lunch, both of them began their respective cultivations.

Especially the fat man, the fat man learned from the pain and made up his mind to lose weight by practicing exercises, so today he just ate two roast chickens.

Song Zhong felt that it was difficult for fat people to lose weight.

And the fat man has been getting fatter and fatter lately, and his appetite has increased a lot.

The key is that Song Zhong faintly felt that the more he ate, the fatter he became, and the more he ate, the stronger he became.

Is this the reason why King Kong is not bad?

If you cultivate, you will be hungry, if you are hungry, if you are hungry, if you eat, you will become stronger?

Song Zhong looked at the fat man, and his eyes startled the fat man.

The fat man said firmly: "I swear, I really won't be so fat again!"

Song Zhong said: "Who will believe what you say?"

.........

.........

Time passed, and it was almost evening.

The fiery clouds of the sky are scattered everywhere and occupy all parts of the sky.

The hot wind blew across the yard.

In the courtyard, the swordsman and the fat man were sweating.

The swordsman sweated on his forehead, his eyes were closed, and he didn't know what martial arts he was practicing.

The fat man "hum haha" began to exercise.

The fat man's King Kong is not bad, he needs to forge his body and train the excess fat of his body into muscles.

It's a pity that no matter how fat people practice, fat meat is still fat meat.

However, King Kong is not bad, and the terrible combat power has not decreased.

Outside the hospital, I don't know when a group of people came.

They wore black robes, which were either embroidered with white tigers or blue dragons.

There are also two people dressed in black with a small turtle embroidered on it.

They saluted the swordsman in the courtyard.

"The disciples of the White Tiger Hall came to ask Senior Brother Song for advice, please give advice to Senior Brother Song!"

"The disciples of Qinglong Hall came to ask Senior Brother Song for advice, please give advice to Senior Brother Song!"

"The disciples of Xuanwu Hall came to ask Senior Brother Song for advice, please ask Senior Brother Song to give advice!"

In the courtyard, the swordsman suddenly opened his eyes.

The fat man looked impatient.

"Do it!"

The swordsman spoke coldly.

Suddenly, the swordsman and the fat man rushed out one after another.

Immediately afterward, a scream was heard.

Those disciples who came to challenge Song Zhong were lying on the ground paved with bluestone slabs.

They each covered their bodies and screamed one after another.

.........

.........

The next day, it was just dawn.

The morning light has just been sprinkled on the ground, and the day is off to a good start.

Before Song Zhong and the fat man got up, their small courtyard was surrounded.

There were disciples in front of and behind the courtyard.

There are more disciples in the White Tiger Hall.

The disciples of the Blue Dragon Hall were second.

"The disciples of the White Tiger Hall came to ask Senior Brother Song for advice, please give advice to Senior Brother Song!"

"The disciples of Qinglong Hall came to ask Senior Brother Song for advice, please give advice to Senior Brother Song!"

On the bed, the swordsman suddenly opened his eyes.

On the other side, the fat man also woke up.

"Grass, endlessly!"

The fat man scolded and got up, rolled up his sleeves and walked outside.

In the same way, the swordsman walked out with his sword in his hand.

Halfway through, screams rang out outside the courtyard.

The swordsman and the fat man returned to the courtyard, and on the bluestone paved road outside, the disciples were already lying down.

.........

In the middle of the day, the swordsman and the fat man sat under the jujube tree and had a meal.

As soon as the fat man took a bite of the chicken leg, he saw another disciple coming.

These disciples are here to make a war post again!

These disciples are violent, fierce and vicious, and they have a resolute intention of not breaking Loulan and never returning it.

The swordsman's face was gloomy.

The fat man was thunderous.

Angry and rushed forward, the swordsman raised his sword and attacked, and the fat man rushed violently.

In the middle of the sound, the disciples lay on the ground.

.........

In the evening, a hot wind blows in the face.

The swordsman and the fat man had just sat down, and the cooked dishes were steaming.

Suddenly, at the end of the bluestone road, a group of people walked slowly.

Before they reached Song Zhong's courtyard, the fat man rushed to them, only to see the fat man rampage, his fists flying, and knocking them to the ground in three or two strokes.

The fat man returned to the yard and scolded angrily: "These dogs, specially pick up food, grass." Lao Tzu had to kill them. ”

Song Zhong suddenly pressed the fat man's shoulder.

Song Zhong said in a low voice: "Shan Xiongxing is too deceitful, after dinner, you go out with me to meet someone, and we will kill Shan Xiongxing together." ”

The fat man said happily: "Brother, what I'm waiting for is your words!"