I only heard Si Ming say: "Ladies and gentlemen, I don't need to say much about the harm of 'morning fog' to the rivers and lakes. In the past, we have been conniving at this organization for various reasons, and the responsibility for holding it accountable is still on our generation! Therefore, this king proposes: In the future, anyone who discovers a member of the 'Morning Mist' can be killed. Each faction must not fight on its own, and must designate a special person to exchange information, I don't know what you think?"

The crowd roared and shouted. Among those who practice martial arts, there has always been no shortage of people who have nothing to do, and those who are cruel and easy to kill. Therefore, as soon as this proposal came out, it immediately attracted countless echoes.

But in the midst of the cheers of approval, someone shouted, "I'm against it!"

People turned their heads one after another, only to see that the speaker was a handsome Taoist priest, who was Liu Banxian. He arched his hand slightly: "Lord, everyone! Even if the 'Morning Mist' is heinous, the members of it may not all deserve to die, right? Isn't it against the way of mercy to kill when you see it?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. Someone shouted, "Tell those people about compassion, I'm afraid they're not very sick, right?"

Someone said hatefully: "This Taoist priest must not have died at the hands of the 'Morning Mist', so he dares to speak so lightly!"

Liu Banxian said: "Everyone, don't hide it, Liu came all the way to Huating Mansion to investigate the 'morning fog'. There is no difference between the heart of the next one and the one who wants to eradicate this scourge from you! But when the husband is alive, there should be a law for every move, and if there is no bottom line, wouldn't it be the same as the 'morning mist'?"

As soon as these words came out, several heads of the eight major factions secretly praised them in their hearts, but due to the situation, no one expressed their position.

At this moment, a short old man jumped out of the crowd. He had to use his halberd, and shouted violently: "You thief and gossip to confuse the public, isn't it a spy sent by the 'Morning Mist'?"

Someone recognized him and whispered: "This is Tu Tianxiong, the second eldest in the 'Puyang Double Eagles', and his brother Tu Tianying died in the hands of the 'Morning Mist', I'm afraid that he can't give up with this Taoist priest." ”

Liu Banxian said: "Old hero, I just said what I thought in my heart, why did you wronged me?

Tu Tianxiong glared at his blood-red eyes and shouted: "Everyone in the world wants to get rid of the 'morning mist' and hurry up, you defend them, isn't it a spy?"

Liu Banxian said: "I won't fight with you for this, I just want to ask you one question: if someone in the 'Morning Mist' is coerced, even if he doesn't do a single evil thing, do you want to kill him?"

Tu Tianxiong knew that he was wrong, but he had lost his mind at the moment, and shouted with foam: "Yes!"

At this time, I suddenly heard a voice shouting: "You want to kill all the people in the 'Morning Mist', and you don't weigh your own ability?"

Before the words fell, a cold light flew swiftly and incoherently, heading straight for Tu Tianxiong's chest. Tu Tianxiong was arguing with a red face and a thick neck, and he didn't have time to dodge, he was pierced by the cold light and fell to the ground with a thud.

Everyone looked at it, and it turned out to be a single knife with a thick handle and a thin blade.

I saw a big man slowly walking into the venue: "Who else wants to kill the people of 'Morning Mist'?"

This man was extremely tall, about nine feet tall. His hair was unkempt, like the mane of a lion. He swept over everyone one by one with a very oppressive gaze, and said, "Let me ask again: Who else wants to kill the people of 'Morning Mist'?" The people who met his eyes couldn't help but shiver in their hearts, and for a while, no one answered.

The big man looked up to the sky and smiled: "What a hero conference, it turned out to be a group of bears!"

If this sentence is not answered, the name of "Dog Bear" will be confirmed. I only heard someone shoot the case: "What a fanatic, dare to underestimate the heroes of the world?"

Everyone followed the voice, and the person who spoke had white hair, was covered in horizontal flesh, and had already copied a pair of iron claws in his hands. This person's surname is Cui Mingshi, known as "King Kong Claw", and he is the head of the "Inner Five Tigers" faction. He has the best relationship with Tu Tianxiong on weekdays, and his temper is the most impulsive, how can he stand by and watch at this time?

Dahan said: "Let's practice less mouth, let's see the high and low in kung fu." With that, he threw the scabbard on the ground. Only then did everyone find out that the big man didn't hold a blade, and the knife just now was snatched from someone else's hand.

Cui Shi saw that he was bare-handed, and his anger was even stronger, and he pounced on him with both claws.

When it comes to governing the sect, Cui Shi, the head of the sect, is really not very good. The more he worked hard to manage, the worse the "Inner Five Tigers" faction became. Many people couldn't stand his fiery temper, and without saying a word, they switched to other factions.

When it comes to martial arts, Cui Shi is really a good hand. He poured nearly forty years of hard work into these iron claws, and he never stopped in the morning and dusk. Even on the day of the wedding, I also practiced iron claws outside the house before marrying my wife. Such a diligent person cannot be a busy person.

I saw that the pair of fangs with iron claws like fierce tigers went straight to the throat of the big man. When they saw that it was only one or two inches, everyone thought: This is the right thing.

But seeing that the big man took a deep breath, his chest bulged high, and suddenly he roared like thunder. The sound was like a bell chime, and it shook everyone's heads. Looking at Cui Shi again, two blood lines flowed out of his ears, and the whole person was paralyzed to the ground with his eyes open, and he didn't move after kicking his legs twice.

Dahan sneered: "Who else?"

He shook Cui Shi to death with a roar, which shows that his skills have reached the point of shocking the world. The heroes asked themselves, no one has such a ability. If you force your way out, I'm afraid you won't be able to make three moves, and you will end up like Tu Tianxiong and Cui Shi. For a while, everyone was silent, and no one spoke.

It is true that if the hundred or so people present rush up, it will be useless for this big man to have the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth. But the people in the rivers and lakes pay the most attention to the word "face", and relying on more for victory won't make the people of the world laugh off their big teeth?

At this time, an old monk with low eyebrows suddenly stood up on the golden chair, and recited the Buddha's name: "Dare to ask the donor if he is a member of the 'Morning Mist'?"

Dahan said: "Exactly." I've heard that there are people here who want to extinguish the 'morning fog', so I'm here to join in the fun. With a wave of his hand, the sky above Wan'an Temple was suddenly shrouded by countless iron cables, and hundreds of warriors dressed in black fell from the sky like crows. Under the pitch-black burqa was fine soft armor, and his face was all wearing a silver glittering ghost mask, and his eyes were cold and resolute.

The heroes were shocked and showed their blades one after another, shouting, "Fight with them!"

But the big man shook his head: "Why do you want to lose both? Since it is a hero conference, do you dare to compete with me one-on-one? If I lose, I will give you my head immediately, and I will never break my word." With that, he clasped his hands on his shoulders and looked very conceited.

The old monk asked again, "What if our people lose?"

A cold light flashed in Dahan's eyes: "Then you have to stay alive." ”

The old monk clasped his hands together and said: "Donor, in this way, let the poor monk see your tricks, I won't take your life." ”