Yan Dufei whispered to Li Qiufeng: "This old guy has such a big tone, he actually claims to be Liu Kang's old friend. Do you know this man?"

Li Qiufeng was also thinking about who this old man surnamed Yang was, and when he heard Yan Dufei ask, he had to shake his head and say, "I haven't seen his face, I don't know." ”

At this time, I only heard the old man surnamed Yang say: "Does Liu Ge have anything to say in Baosha?"

The big lama pondered for a moment and said, "Liu Ge stayed in the small temple for a few days, and every day he just traveled to the mountains and rivers, tasted tea and talked about Taoism, but there was no big deal. But on the day he left, he made a poem. ”

The old man surnamed Yang smiled: "He is so interested, he actually came here to chant poems against him." I wonder what is written in this poem?"

The great lama said: "I only heard him chant once, but I didn't write it down, and Liu Ge refused to leave the ink treasure." I just remember that there is a sentence in the poem that says, 'The charm of the ghost steals the sky'......"

Yu Changchang and the others were all men in the rivers and lakes, and when they heard the words "魑charm魍魉", they didn't know what they meant at all, so they turned their heads to look at Li Qiufeng and Yan Dufei. Yan Dufei was also puzzled, and Li Qiufeng said: "This sentence means that there are some bad people who want to collude to seize the world. ”

I only heard the old man surnamed Yang sneer: "Isn't he also a 'ghost'? ”

The Grand Lama didn't know what he meant by this, so he was silent.

An extremely tall and thin old man, a resolute young man, had arrived in front of the lama temple at this moment. The young man said, "The smell of blood will disappear here, and those three people have entered this temple." ”

The old man said, "Then go in." It's just that the trapped beasts are still fighting, and when they have no way to retreat, it is the most terrible time, and they must not be trusted. ”

At this time, Zhuang Hengyun and the others had returned to the main hall with the old man surnamed Yang, and there was no one guarding outside the temple. The old man and the young man pushed open the temple door, and Shi Shiran walked in.

Zhuang Hengyun stood beside the great lama, looked up and saw the temple door open, and an old man and a young man walked into the courtyard. These two people didn't walk fast, but when they walked, they were like Yue Linyuan, and their momentum was compelling.

When Zhuang Hengyun saw the old man, his face immediately changed, and he involuntarily took a few steps back, and while everyone in the temple was not paying attention, he quietly slipped out of the back door.

Yu Chang saw Zhuang Hengyun's face pale, staggered out of the main hall, immediately stood up, and said in a low voice: "Second brother, what's wrong?"

Zhuang Hengyun said in a trembling voice: "That, those two people have arrived. The old one is the one who killed Xu En in the tomb of King Xingxian......"

Yu Changyuan's face changed suddenly, and He Yi paused and said: "Listen to my idea and bury gunpowder in the yard, why panic?!"

Yu Changchang said with a gloomy face: "At such a point, what's the use of saying this? Fortunately, everyone has never met these two people, so they just don't know him." If it's pressed, let's simply hand over the kid surnamed Xiao and the girl of the Murong family, hehe, let Murong Qiushui go to him and work hard. ”

Li Qiufeng's heart sank, and he secretly scolded Yu Changchang for being shameless. At this moment, Xu Yingyang also quietly came out of the house and said to Yu Changchang: "Since the other party has arrived, we might as well go to the main hall to take a look." ”

Yu Changchang said: "What Lord Xu said is good, you have to face each other sooner or later, it's better to face each other as soon as possible." ”

The crowd quietly entered the main hall through the back door. Li Qiufeng fell at the end, turned his head to look at the monk's room where Murong Danyan was, and only felt that Murong Danyan seemed to be standing behind the door and staring at himself, thinking to himself: Even if you fight for my life, you also want to keep her safe.

Murong Danyan stood behind the door, looking through the crack in the door, only to see Li Qiufeng glancing at his side, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and he couldn't help but move his gaze to the side. When she looked out of the door again, Li Qiufeng had already entered the main hall.

I saw twenty or thirty people standing tall and short in the hall, and on the chair among them sat an old man, wearing a green cloth robe, wearing a gauze hat, and three locks of long hair fluttering on his chest, with a pleasant expression. The great lama stood beside him with a very respectful expression.

I saw an old man and a young man, walking from the temple gate to the main hall.

The great lama listened to Murong Danyan talk about Xiao Zhanpeng's injury, and when he saw these two people, his face changed suddenly, his hands were folded, and he recited the Buddha's name in a trembling voice.

The old man surnamed Yang saw that the great lama suddenly changed his appearance, and he was quite strange in his heart, and said, "Great lama, is there something wrong?"

The big lama said in a trembling voice, "No, no, it's okay, it's just ...... Please ......"

Speaking of this, seeing that the two men had arrived at the door of the main hall, their teeth rattled and they could not speak any more.

I only heard the old man outside the hall say to the young man: "When facing the enemy, of course, you have to kill people with one move, and you don't need to drag mud and water." If you chase and kill the opponent, you must press forward step by step, leaving him a glimmer of life, so that when you finally force him into a desperate situation, he will be completely desperate, which is more rewarding than killing him with a sword. At this moment, these people are silent on the surface, but they are already frightened to death in their hearts, and their fighting spirit has been lost. At this time, it is the best time to kill someone. ”

Although the old man's voice was not very loud, everyone in the hall could hear it clearly. The old man surnamed Yang let out a "pout" and stared straight at the old man who spoke. At this moment, Xu Yingyang had already seen his face, and his heart shook so much that he almost screamed.

At this time, the two subordinates of the old man surnamed Yang had stopped themselves in front of the temple gate, and said fiercely to the old man outside the hall: "Who are you, what nonsense are you talking about here?"

The young man said in a deep voice, "Get out of the way!"

The two were stunned for a moment, and then they were furious, and the man on the left split his palms and slapped them on the top of the young man's head.

I heard only a "poof", and I didn't see the young man draw his sword, his long sword had pierced through the man's lower abdomen, and the tip of the sword peeked through his back. The man made a "ho-ho" sound, as if he didn't believe his eyes. The young man slowly pulled the sword out of his body, took out a snow-white silk scarf from his bosom with his left hand, slowly wiped the blood off the sword, and then withdrew it into the scabbard.

The man fell to the ground and died of exhaustion.

When the man on the left saw that his companion was killed by the young man, his face changed in fright, and his body trembled slightly.

The boy ignored him, and threw the silk scarf in his hand to the ground, covering the face of the man he had killed. Then he walked up the steps of the main hall step by step.

The tall and thin old man put his hands behind his back and smiled as he watched the young man walk up the steps, the ends of his umbrella peeking out from behind him, looking quite tidy

The old man surnamed Yang didn't care, took a sip of the teacup, put the teacup back on the table, and looked at the young man thoughtfully, but didn't speak.

At this time, the young man had already entered the main hall, he looked around at the people in the hall, and said word by word: "There is a man, seriously injured, and he also brought two women, where are they now?"

When the great lama saw that this young man was killing people in front of the palace, he was already frightened, and when he heard that he was looking for Xiao Zhanpeng and others, he thought: It is better to hand over those three people, or you can escape this catastrophe. Thinking of this, he said in a trembling voice: "The few people this little donkey is looking for......"

As soon as he said this, he heard someone say, "Not here." ”

This sentence is very clever, if you don't listen carefully, you really can't hear that it was said by two people. The young man's face changed and he said, "Who said that?"

"I!" As soon as the words fell, I saw a person walking out of the pile of people next to the Buddha statue. The man was twenty-five or sixteen years old, dressed in gray, with a long black sheath knife in his right hand, and a smile on his face, staring at the young man.

The boy said, "You're lying!"

That person was Li Qiufeng, he shook his head and said, "I'm telling the truth, if you don't believe it, you can take a look, are there them in this hall?"

The young man looked around, and suddenly found that several lamas were holding back their expressions without smiling, and after thinking carefully about Li Qiufeng's words, he realized that he was ridiculing himself, and his heart was furious, and he was about to draw his sword with his right hand.

At this moment, he only heard the tall and thin old man behind him shouting, "Be careful!"

It's just that he hasn't drawn his sword yet, the figure in front of him is shaking, and the young man knows that something is wrong, and his right foot is a little bit, and his body has jumped into the air lightly, and he retreated straight out of the hall.

It's just that Li Qiufeng is faster than him, and before he reached the door of the main hall, Li Qiufeng has already arrived in front of him, and the long knife in his right hand is like snow, slashing straight at the young man's neck.

The young man had been practicing swordsmanship with the old man since he was a child, and although he was only twelve years old, he had already killed dozens of good hands under the sword. It's just that he has always been the only one who has taken the lead in attacking others, but he has never been robbed of the opportunity. And Li Qiufeng heard Murong Danyan say that Xiao Zhanpeng was defeated by the young man's sword, and he had already figured out a way to defeat the enemy. That is, to make a move faster than this young man, as long as he is forced to make a move, with this young man's experience in the rivers and lakes, he will definitely be in chaos, and he will definitely lose.

Li Qiufeng's calculation was really accurate, the young man's sword did not move, and he had fallen into the trap laid by Li Qiufeng, only then did he know that compared with this person, he had very little experience in the rivers and lakes, and he couldn't help but feel fear under his suspicion, and saw Li Qiufeng's long knife shining coldly, and slashed straight at his neck. And he was in mid-air, with no place to borrow power, so frightened that he forgot to draw his sword, so he had to close his eyes and wait for death.

At this moment, this young man knew the state of mind of those people who died under his sword, and sighed in his heart: "Retribution, retribution!"