"Xian'er, are all the things you just said true? In front of so many seniors in the rivers and lakes, you can't talk nonsense. Qian Yuting, who was called the jade-faced god by the people in the rivers and lakes, couldn't help but ask.

"Auntie, can you remove the word in the first half of your sentence? Forget if others can't trust me, can't you trust me?" Qian Xian'er stomped her foot and said coquettishly.

At the same time, Xiong Weile's second uncle Xiong Jietao also quickly came to Xiong Weile and asked his nephew to verify the authenticity of this matter.

If this matter is confirmed to be true, then he feels that he must have a new understanding of Canglongmen, a newly rising sect.

To his second uncle, Xiong Weile would definitely not hide anything, and he immediately talked about what Xu Yang had done on Matou Mountain.

Those guys who looked incredulous before couldn't help but stretch their ears to listen to the story at this time.

Qian Xian'er, a little girl who is only a teenager, may speak in an exaggerated way.

And Xiong Weile is already in his twenties, and it is his second uncle who is asking, so he can't talk nonsense.

But when they calmed down and listened, they couldn't help but roll their eyes.

Good guy, I thought this kid was a little more mature, and what he said should be more credible.

I didn't think that the words that came out of his mouth sounded even more unreliable than what Qian Xian'er said.

What smoke group of enemies, scare the bandits, and then kill the enemy chief alone in front of the ghost gate.

These messy episodes sound a little more bizarre than the stories in the script.

Hearing this, Xiong Jietao gave his eldest nephew, who was full of nonsense, a brain meltdown.

"You've only been out for a few days, why did you learn badly? If you continue to talk nonsense like this, believe it or not, I'll whip you a big ear brace?" Xiong Jietao scolded with hatred.

How much leopard guts does a half-grown boy who is less than twenty years old have to eat before he dares to confront dozens of robbers on the top of Matou Mountain alone?

And during this period, he had to show off all kinds of unreliable-sounding manipulations, and finally killed the bandits.

If you say this kind of brainless words, will anyone believe them?

Is it really that this big group of them is the kind of three-year-old who doesn't know anything?

Xiong Weile, who was suddenly attacked in the head, was called a grievance in his heart, he was obviously telling the truth, why did his second uncle's mouth become nonsense?

But fortunately, the group of friends standing next to them were quite righteous.

After seeing Xiong Weile being scolded, they all stood up to testify against Xiong Weile.

No matter how you say it, Xiong Weile can be regarded as the leader of their group of second ancestors.

The words of the leader are all questioned, and they are also disgraced, right?

What's more, Xiong Weile didn't say any lies, at most, he just did a little bit of linguistic artistic processing in some thrilling plots.

A great man once said: There is great power in many!

Originally, the guys who listened to the story with their ears all decided that Xiong Weile, this kid, must be making up the story.

But now that they saw that these dozen or so young people actually stood up to testify against Xiong Weile, they couldn't help but mutter.

As the saying goes, one person speaks privately, and three people become tigers.

Even if they have all kinds of disbelief in their hearts, but there are so many people who dare to stand up and prove that the truth of the matter is indeed the case, then they can't ignore it, right?

So at this time, Qian Yuting, the jade-faced god, couldn't help but poke Qian Xian'er who was standing beside her with her hand, and asked in a low voice: "Xian'er, could it be that what you said is true?"

"Anyway, you don't believe what we say, what does it matter if it's true or not?" Qian Xian'er, who was still angry, was a little angry.

Compared with Qian Yuting's way of saving the country with curves, she asked Qian Xian'er again for verification, and Yu Guang has this old boy with a three-foot-thick face, but it is much more direct.

I saw him walk directly in front of Xu Yang, his eyes staring at each other, and then said with a serious face: "You kid tell us well, what's going on?"

As the old saying goes, you don't do bad things in life, and you are not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night.

No matter how tight this old boy's eyes were, Xu Yang had no fear on his face.

"Uncle Yu, you have doubts about me in your hearts, then it's useless for me to say a thousand things here, if you want to know the truth of the matter, it's very simple, just send a few people to Matou Mountain to check it out?" Xu Yang said calmly.

To deal with this kind of stubborn and unbelieving spirit, you have to let him go on a field trip, otherwise it will be useless to stand here and talk nonsense.

Qian Xian'er, who was angry in her heart, immediately followed and said: "Yes, Brother Xu is right, if you don't believe what we say, then you can go to Matou Mountain to confirm it, those robbers who deserve their heads are still in the pile of rubbles on the top of the mountain." ”

Hearing the two of them say this, even those who still had some disbelief in their hearts instantly fell silent.

As the saying goes: without three catties, don't dare to go to Liangshan.

Even if people dare to ask them to go up the mountain for verification, then this matter is eighty percent true.

However, the stakes are high, and they do not dare to jump to conclusions.

So he immediately sent a few guys who were good at light skills to quickly investigate on the top of Matou Mountain.

Since there was no need to worry about the whereabouts being discovered by the robbers, these guys who galloped all the way quickly ran back and forth between Matou Mountain.

These guys, who were running out of breath, nodded to Yu Guangyou and the others as soon as they entered the door.

The situation on the top of Matou Mountain was indeed as those boys said, except for a few robber heads that had already stinked, there was no sign of robbers at all.

In this way, Yu Guangyou and others looked at Xu Yang's gaze, but their appearance completely changed.

There are jealous people, and their eyes have begun to glow with fire.

As the old saying goes: don't suffer from few, suffer from unevenness.

They had come all the way here, and their thoughts were actually similar to those of Elder Xie of Canglong Gate.

In order to bring the labor of eradicating the robbers of Matou Mountain, to promote the name of their sect's chivalrous righteousness.

But now it's a good thing, they haven't even seen the shadow of half of the Matou Mountain robbers, and the credit for exterminating the robbers has been taken away by a half-grown man who doesn't even have hair on the corners of his mouth.

How can they not be jealous, you say?

Of course, there are also people who appreciate it.

It's like Qian Yuting, the jade-faced god from Baiyun Nunnery, who appreciates Xu Yang's actions.

"Amitabha, the little donor is so young and promising, and he will have a bright future in the future!" Qian Yuting, who was smiling, gave Xu Yang a Buddha name.