Li Taibai, who was in the distance, glanced at Zhang Rang's camp and shook his head helplessly.

On the side, a burly swordsman with a large waist and a round waist carried a giant sword that was one person tall and more than a foot wide.

"Uncle Junior, what's wrong? Is there going to be a fight there?"

Li Taibai glanced at the nephew next to him, who was only a few years younger than him, "Yes! I just met a friend, and it seems that I am in trouble." ”

"Do you need my help? Can you kill someone? Hmmm...... Uncle Shi, I don't want to kill people, I'm just worried that I will accidentally kill them when I make a move, so ask in advance. ”

The reason why Li Taibai wanted to follow the disciples of the Kunlun Sword Sect this time was ostensibly to protect these young disciples.

But in reality, it's to protect other people.

Prevent others from being killed by the people of the Kunlun Sword Sect.

For example, now the nephew next to me who is two heads taller than him.

Who would have thought that the fifth place on the hidden dragon list, the sevenfold Shentian Sword King of the Four Gang Realm, would not stay, and he would be a guy who couldn't even control his strength.

"No, no, no, kill, that guy is a professional. ”

At the same time, in the direction of the camp of Qinglong Hall, some people also noticed this.

In fact, at the beginning, when Zhang asked them to come over, the leader of the Qinglong Hall felt a familiar aura, but for a while, he couldn't remember why this aura was so familiar.

"Elder Lin, what are you looking at?"

Just when the elders of the Qinglong Hall noticed Zhang Rang's movements, this time the strongest people of the younger generation of the Qinglong Hall also noticed that direction.

Elder Lin glanced at this young man who had been secretly cultivated by the Blue Dragon Hall for more than twenty years.

"Baiyaozi, I felt that there seemed to be a familiar aura in that direction, but I couldn't remember what it was. Can you feel it?"

"Golden cicada. ”

Bai Yaozi gently spit out three words, but in his eyes, he instantly became full of fighting spirit.

When the golden cicada came to their Qinglong Hall to retrieve the golden cicada that had been refined for many years, he wanted to fight with the golden cicada of Leiyin Temple.

But it was stopped by the elders of the Qinglong Hall.

Later, I heard that Jin Chanzi and an ordinary person named Zhang Rang in the rivers and lakes fought on a par, and the name Zhang Rang was firmly remembered by himself.

"Elder Lin, I'll take a look. ”

In the next instant, Bai Yaozi's figure flashed and disappeared beside Elder Lin.

At this moment, many people have noticed the contradiction between the Holy Light Temple and the Frostfall Division.

Twenty-four Sword Division, the name sounds a bit bluffing.

But in fact, among the counties scattered in the four northern states of the Twenty-Four Sword Divisions, most of them are second-rate rivers and lakes forces, and the only few first-class rivers and lakes forces are also not the first of the first counties.

It can be said that behind the seemingly infinite scenery is the suppression that the entire rivers and lakes do not tolerate and disdain.

This time, when they saw the Frostfall Division, many people didn't think that the Frostfall Division had the courage to argue with the Holy Light Temple.

As a result, they didn't expect that the people of the Holy Light Temple just pushed the people of the Frost Descending Division, and the Frost Descending Division rushed out hundreds of people, ready to do it.

"What do you want to do?"

These people from the Holy Light Temple arrived first, and they took a fancy to this good place, so they wanted to leave it here for the follow-up army.

However, relying on the prestige of the Holy Light Temple, he felt that no one dared to come and rob their place, so he went around and showed off in front of some monks who wanted to join the Holy Light Temple but couldn't.

When he returned, he found that the place had been occupied.

The matter is messed up, and when the large army of the Holy Light Temple comes, they will inevitably be scolded.

But at this moment, they knew that if they really did it, they would still consider the problem of being scolded in the future, and they were afraid that they would even lose their lives.

"If you make a move on our Frostfall Division, we'll do it to you, and that's fair. ”

Cao Jie dusted off his clothes and said to the monks of the Holy Light Temple in front of him.

"Our Holy Light Temple is one of the three temples of Buddhism, do you know what the price of offending us is?"

Cao Jie sneered, "Just a few of you, are you also worthy of representing the Holy Light Temple?"

Cao Jie said, stepped forward and slapped the monk in front.

Even though a slap fell, the monk did not dare to fight back.

The hundreds of people around him were all members of the Frostfall Division, and he believed that the majestic murderous aura around him was definitely not fake.

As long as the other party is willing, all of them will die here.

"This place was chosen by our Holy Light Temple, and it is our place. You took advantage of our absence to occupy this place, and let you leave now, fair and reasonable!"

"Huh. Cao Jie smiled and slapped his backhand again, "Don't fart here! This place is now our Frost Descending Division and the entire Yanmen County martial artist! Do you have any nonsense?"

"You ......" Although the monks of the Holy Light Temple were not convinced, they did not dare to be stubborn.

"Count you ruthless! If you have the ability, you will always stay here and don't leave!"

The monk said, turned around and took a few monks behind him, and was about to leave.

"Who allowed you to leave? Did you just attack me, thinking that this is the end of the matter?"

The monk who had been slapped twice suddenly turned his head and glared at Cao Jie angrily.

I pushed him, but the other party also slapped me twice!

"What do you mean?"

Cao Jie sneered, "What do you mean? We, the people of the Frost Descending Division, have always been reasonable under the teaching of our Master of the Division. If you hit me, you have to apologize. Now, a few of you are on your knees and kowtowing three times. After kowtowing, you can leave. Of course, I also know that you monks always kowtow to your Buddha, but you don't like to kowtow to people, and it doesn't matter, didn't you just slap me? If you don't want to kowtow, cut off a hand. You see, I'm giving you two options, how kind I am. ”

Several monks of the Holy Light Temple were furious when they heard this.

"Do you Frostfall Division want to start a war with our Holy Light Temple?"

Cao Jie shook his head, "Hehe." Just a few of you stinky fish and rotten shrimp, do you mean that you have won the Holy Light Temple? Now there are only two choices, first, kneel down and kowtow, and second, cut off a hand. Everyone has a choice to make. Of course, if you don't choose, I'll help you choose. ”

As Cao Jie spoke, many of the martial artists of the Frost Descending Division around him had already drawn out their blades.

Many onlookers were stunned.

They knew that although the Twenty-Four Sword Division seemed to have a strong background, in fact, most of them were very low-key in the rivers and lakes. Even if you encounter a force of the same strength, you are polite.

But what they saw today was completely different from what they had heard before.

"You want us to kowtow and dream!"

"If you say that, I'll assume you've made your choice. Everybody, cut off a hand!"