At this moment, on the street outside the bitter tea shop, a large group of monks came at some point. This group of monks, I am afraid that there are no less than 100 people, all of them are dressed in black, and the logo of the white tower is painted on the neckline.

However, only the head monk was special, not to mention wearing a gray robe, and riding on a horse. This makes him feel like he stands out from the crowd, and it shows his outstanding identity and status.

When Huan Yin looked at the gray-robed monk indifferently, he found that it was a middle-aged man, and the words that punished the magic crystal just now obviously came from his mouth.

What Huan Yin could find even more was that the gray-robed monk who appeared out of nowhere, his face was full of domineering, as if his words were exactly what he said on the outer islands of Huangquan Island. And the monks who gathered around to watch the excitement in this place also immediately stopped their voices after the gray-robed monk appeared, and even the whispered discussions gradually weakened, and the eyes that looked at him were full of awe.

The gray-robed monk has an extremely famous reputation on the outer islands of Huangquan Island, and almost everyone knows it. This is not only because of his status as the vice president of the White Pagoda Society, but also because of his strong cultivation in the middle of Nirvana.

Except for the White Tower Immortals, how the entire Huangquan Island should be managed can almost be said to be decided by this gray-robed monk. And because the White Pagoda Immortals are obsessed with cultivation and are often in a state of retreat, in fact, for many monks in the Fang Market, what they are more in awe of is the gray-robed monks who appear in the Fang Market from time to time, and occasionally show their thunder methods.

At this moment, with the appearance of the gray-robed monk, when everyone looked at the proprietress of the bitter tea shop and Huan Yin again, they all looked at them with pity. They all felt that Huan Yin and the proprietress of this bitter tea shop had fallen into blood mold today, and they happened to meet the vice president of the church when they were arguing with the members of the White Tower Society. They all thought that Huan Yin and the proprietress had paid the fine today, and they were afraid that it would be difficult to gain a foothold on the outer islands of Huangquan Island in the future.

The onlookers thought so, and the proprietress of the bitter tea shop naturally did the same. She was already slumped on the ground at the moment, her eyes were blank, how could she still have the menacing appearance before? In her mouth, she just kept chanting: "One hundred thousand magic crystals...... 100,000 ......"

100,000 magic crystals, even if it is the current high-priced bitter tea, it will have to be replaced with a thousand bowls, and she can't afford this kind of fine. It is not easy for her to be a lone woman on this Huangquan Island, and she has finally gotten to the point where she is today, but today's fine can make her spit out all her years of business income in an instant, what is the difference between this and taking her life?

Outside the bitter tea shop, the black-clothed monks of the brigade stood quietly, murderous. And the gray-robed monk, after he had spoken two words before, did not speak again, only stared coldly at everything in the teahouse, waiting for the two monks who did not know whether to live or die.

The gray-robed monk knew very well in his heart that he was a transcendent existence, and it was not appropriate to talk too much, because if he talked too much, he would lose his identity. The feeling he wants is the feeling that his words can decide everything. So, the second sentence is not necessary.

However, he was glad to see stunned young people like Huan Yin and the proprietress of the bitter tea shop dare to disobey the will of his organization. In this way, he would be able to take the opportunity to collect a high fine, and the task handed over by the White Tower Immortal would be completed faster.

At the moment when the proprietress of the bitter tea shop was paralyzed, the leader of the blackfriars standing in the tea shop suddenly lost the pressure. And when he saw the vice president outside the tea house, he was even more overjoyed.

He didn't expect that he would hit the big luck today, and he happened to meet the vice president patrol when collecting the management fee. In this way, he can not only give away the anger he has just received, but also take the opportunity to show himself in front of the vice president.

The blackfriar's face soon became fierce again, like a dog that had just been beaten to ashes, but suddenly found that its master was standing behind him.

Then, he laughed twice, and said to Huan Yin and the proprietress that "toasting without eating and drinking, and trying to mess around on our territory is simply looking for death!

Then, he stared at the proprietress who was paralyzed on the ground and said, "Stinky bitch, shameless, now your fine is 100,000, and no one can be less!"

After saying this, the leader of the black-clothed monk directly ignored Huan Yin first, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed the proprietress who was already lying at Huan Yin's feet. Looking at him like that, it is obvious that the previous lust is immortal, so now he wants to take advantage of this opportunity to take advantage of the boss lady again. As for Huan Yin, he never paid attention to it from beginning to end. Now that the vice president was present, he expected that Ding Huan would not even dare to move.

However, just as the black-clothed leader was about to touch the collar of the boss's blouse with a lewd smile on his face, a strange scream suddenly came out of his mouth. And at this moment, the proprietress suddenly felt an irresistible scorching heat coming from the front, which made her subconsciously crawl backwards in panic and came behind Huan Yin.

And in the eyes of all the onlookers present, including the vice president of the White Pagoda Sect, the black-clothed leader's whole body suddenly burst into blood-red flames. However, the flame only appeared for a moment, and then suddenly dissipated. But the moment the flames dissipated, the original black-clothed monk also turned into a pile of ashes and scattered them in the bitter tea shop.

Silence, at this moment, there was a moment of complete silence on the street where the bitter tea shop was located. This kind of silence is much more obvious than when the vice president of the White Tower Association appeared before. Because at this moment, not even half of the people made a sound, their eyes widened, as if they had seen a ghost looking at everything that had just happened in the bitter tea shop.

In less than half a breath, a monk of the Tianchong realm was inexplicably turned into ashes, which was really too strange. No one, including the vice president, could understand who had done it and how it had happened. Even in their divine senses, they didn't even catch the fluctuations of spiritual power.

At this moment, the proprietress of the bitter tea shop was also stupid. She had been closest to the ash-turning monk just now, so she had felt the terrifying heat for an instant. However, she didn't expect that the high temperature just now could bring such a shocking effect.

From beginning to end, Huan Yin sat at the table, looking indifferent, as if he was an outsider. But at this time, Xue Buping shouted excitedly in Huan Yin's mind: "Cool! Damn, this breath is comfortable, these dogs and people are all clean for me!"

The one who shot just now was naturally Huan Yin. However, with his current cultivation, it would be too easy to destroy a Tianchong Demon Cultivator, and he didn't need to do anything at all, just a thought.

He had thought about it before, and he wanted to go to the White Tower Immortal in a direct way to ask about the news of the enemy of Hades. And this direct way is to be unceremoniously, crush with strength, and ask for answers. In this way, it can also teach this arrogant White Tower Immortal a lesson.

However, in fact, Huan Yin was not a person who liked to be public, so although he had chosen a direct way before, at least he had not thought of openly slapping this White Tower Immortal in the face. But everything changed with the appearance of the vice-president of the church. Now Huan Yin not only wants to use a direct way, but also prepares to crush the White Tower Church in a flamboyant way, so that they will always remember in their hearts that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky.

On the entire street, the one who reacted the fastest was the vice president of the sect who had cultivated the highest. Although he didn't understand it at that moment just now, he guessed the crux of the problem, so his eyes suddenly widened, and he pointed to Huan Yin in the teahouse and said, "It's you!"

Huan Yin was noncommittal, only leisurely picked up the bitter tea, and then took a sip gently, without even looking at the vice president.

However, at the moment when he drank the tea, the black-clothed sect members who were still standing in the entire bitter tea workshop suddenly burst into flames, letting out the same screams as the black-clothed leader before. It's just that the screaming only stopped abruptly for a moment, and after the screaming, in the entire bitter tea shop, except for Huan Yin and the proprietress, there was no one else, only piles of black ash.

This scene was too strange and terrifying for the monks present. And now they have all figured it out, the death of the White Pagoda Sect is probably inseparable from the seemingly harmless white-clothed monks in the teahouse. As a result, many people began to look at Huan Yin's gaze, and they began to have a little more fear.

And this time, the vice president felt extremely bad. Because his divine sense had firmly locked on Huan Yin just now, but when his sect members were burned to death, he still didn't feel the slightest fluctuation in spiritual power, and even Huan Yin was like a mortal in his eyes.

What does such a phenomenon represent, the vice president already has a guess in his heart that makes him feel scared. And the moment Huan Yin put down the tea bowl, a cold word made him feel like he was in an ice cellar: "Demon Xiu, I haven't killed it for a long time." ”