Hundreds of miles away outside the restaurant, the wind and snow drifted again.

In the room, the oil lamp swayed desperately on the table, and the spiegel and a monk sat at both ends of the table, closing their eyes and resting.

The monk's eyebrows and hair are white, and he looks like a monk.

Liao Buping and Huang Darttou stood aside and didn't say a word.

After a long time, a cool breeze came through the crack in the door, and the flame of the oil lamp shook slightly.

The monk folded his hands, recited a Buddha name, and said: "Amitabha, the senior brother of Shantai chased and killed the poor monk for dozens of days, and this way, it has been hard for the senior brother of Shantai." ”

"Amitabha, the mirror is not hard, but it is Senior Brother Withered Leaves who is hard, I wonder if Senior Brother Withered Leaves stole the Arhat's golden body?"

Yutai Mingjing said indifferently.

Withered Leaf smiled: "Senior brother chased and killed the poor monk for thousands of miles, is it just for the golden body of the Arhat?"

"I didn't expect my junior brother to be greedy. ”

He smiled bitterly and shook his head, he hid a lot of hard work along the way, evaded the tracking of other forces, but he never got rid of the pursuit of the Tangtai Mingjing, perhaps from the beginning he was most afraid of the Tangtai Mingjing.

"The poor monk is just an ordinary person, and what the poor monk thinks about is only glory and wealth, as for whether it is a Buddha or a Tao, there is no difference in the eyes of the poor monk. Withered Leaf raised his head and glanced at the mirror of the platform: "People in the world are all for profit, and the poor monk just did what he had to do." ”

Yutai Mingjing sneered: "If you just want to be glorious and rich, why do you take the risk of bringing the golden body back to Southern Zhou?"

His words hit the nail on the head, if the withered leaves are only glorious and rich, wouldn't it be more convenient for the Arhat to sell the golden body to Shuoguo, why bother to send it to the Southern Zhou, to put it bluntly, the purpose of the withered leaves is withered leaves, but he doesn't want to say this purpose and listen to it with the mirror of the Tai.

There is no need to talk between the two of them anymore.

The tin staff in the hand of the mirror shook directly, turned into thousands of phantoms, and rolled towards the head of the dead leaves, this blow was like the top of Mount Tai, and the huge power pressed Liao Buping and Huang Dart on the side were out of breath.

Only then did they know that in the inn before, the mirror had not used all his strength at all.

The withered leaf had already taken precautions, and at the moment when the mirror of the Tai Tai made a move, his palm had already been handed out, and the two of them took a few steps back at the same time as if they had rehearsed countless times.

Immediately after the second blow, the palms and shadows of the two collided again, the oil lamp on the table shook violently, and the room flickered brightly and darkly.

The Spiegel took another step back.

"Oh, the Tribulation?"

The mirror took a deep look at the dead leaves.

Withered Leaf clasped his hands together and said, "The world knows that the poor monks do not exceed the number of cultivators, and now there are three more people in this room. ”

"There are only three moves for the junior brother to fight against others, and now there is the last move left, and I hope that the junior brother will be careful. ”

Tantai Mingjing sighed: "Actually, there are three moves, I only have one move." ”

What he cultivates is the practice of the Buddhism Demon Pestle, one force to reduce ten will, one move to win or lose, the reason why it is three moves, is because he has never used ten percent of the first two moves, but looking at the situation in front of him, I am afraid that with ten percent of the cultivation, it is estimated that I will not be able to kill the dead leaves.

Withered Leaf smiled: "Since the junior brother can't kill the poor monk, I hope I won't continue to pester the poor monk in the future." ”

The Spiegel did not speak.

He will admit defeat, but let him not entangle, I'm afraid he won't be able to do it.

Unless, the withered leaves hand over the golden body of the Arhat.

Withered Leaf also has a headache, he is a step ahead of the Tangtai Mingjing in terms of cultivation, but he also knows that the Tangtai Mingjing also has a horizontal kung fu, and if he wants to kill the other party, the difficulty coefficient is not small.

Unless...... Poisoned?

Well?

What's wrong with Zhenyuan?

His face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly looked back at Liao Buping and Huang Dart on the side, "You guys were poisoned?"

Liao Buping saw that the withered leaves had changed their faces, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, cutting grass needs to be eradicated, our lives can't always be pinched in the hands of the two, kill you, the treasure and the golden body are mine. ”

As soon as the words fell, the sword in his hand was like a match, and a long rainbow slashed, and the throat of the yellow dart head behind him had been pierced.

This sword is too fast.

So much so that when Huang Darttou was dying, his eyes were still full of doubts, and the corpse was still standing straight, leaning on the wooden pillar and not falling.

He should have too many questions, but Liao Buping didn't intend to answer.

"Now it's your turn......"

Liao Buping sighed: "My brother is too troublesome, it will be a disaster to keep him by his side sooner or later, I helped the two get rid of it, and the two of them should always show some sincerity to thank me." ”

"Why don't you just use the head?"

The withered leaf Zen master never thought that he pecked at the swallow all day long, but today he was pecked by the swallow.

Yutai Mingjing was even more depressed, it seems that what the man said just now is right, his IQ is indeed not high.

Liao Buping obviously didn't dare to delay, he wanted to solve the two people in front of him before the kitchen knife master appeared, and then take what he needed to take, and escape as far away as possible.

The long sword in his hand stabbed at the mirror without hesitation.

"Dang!"

The sound of gold and iron colliding sounded, Liao Buping's wrist trembled, the long sword in his hand flew out directly, and a kitchen knife rushed into the table next to him after the collision.

A man's voice suddenly sounded: "I'm sorry, my hand slipped again." ”

When he heard this familiar voice, he inexplicably felt that this voice seemed to give him a great sense of security, as if when the voice sounded, his moment when he was on the verge of life and death disappeared without a trace.

"You...... Who the hell are you?"

Although Liao Buping wanted to speak as loud as possible, his voice trembled a little.

Lu Zhou walked in from outside the door and said with a smile: "You don't recognize me?"

Liao Buping just shook his head: "I know you, but I don't know who you are, because a lonely and nameless person shouldn't care about things here." ”

Lu Zhou said: "Coincidentally, I also know you, thirty years ago, you were ranked tenth on the list of wicked people, and you are a fast sword and a yellow life, right?"

Liao Buping, oh, no, it was Huang Shengsheng who took two steps back.

He has been incognito for many years, but he didn't expect to be recognized by this man.

"No one would have thought that Huang Shengsheng, a wicked man, would be the clan brother of Huang Sanshi of the Golden Lion Dart Bureau, both of you brothers have a characteristic, fast, but Huang Sanshi is fast with a gun, and you are fast with a sword. ”

The knife flashed, and the kitchen knife on the table was directly against Huang Shengsheng's neck.

Lu Zhou stood with his hands in his hands, as if he was holding the handle of the kitchen knife.

Lu Zhou smiled and said, "How many years have you been on the list of wicked people?"

Huang Shengsheng didn't know why the man in front of him suddenly asked this question, he was stunned, and said with a smile: "It's been sixty years." ”

"Sixty years, you should always know, who is the number one on the list of wicked people?" Lu Zhou walked closer, but the face on his face suddenly changed rapidly.

Huang Shengsheng's face had turned pale, and he just wanted to run as far away as possible now, because he had already thought of who the person in front of him was.

No wonder this person was not only not afraid of the poison of Qianjisan before, but he could also tell that this was Qianjisan for the first time, in addition to the cultivation of Yuan Xian, there was a more important reason.

He is the number one on the list of wicked people, the Poison King with a Thousand Faces.

"I was very curious before, you are scheming, is it really just for the treasure?or, is your purpose also the golden body of an Arhat?"

Huang Shengsheng gritted his teeth, and there was panic in his eyes.

Lu Zhou said leisurely: "I have a lot of ways to let people tell the truth, but I don't like to use it, and I don't think you like me to use it, so you can tell me honestly." ”

Huang Shengsheng finally sighed and said, "Okay, since the Thousand-Faced Poison Lord asked me to say it, then I will say it." ”

Lu Zhou said: "You'd better start from the beginning." ”

Then, Lu Zhou sat peacefully at the table, flanked by the withered leaf Zen master and the mirror of the Tai Tai, who had lost his cultivation, and Chao Jin'er stood by the door, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

The old god of Lu Zhou, who was sitting between the two monks, looked more like a monk.

At least, Lu Zhou never kills people indiscriminately.