"Zhuo Yifan, don't quibble, if it's just a possibility, how can it be possible for a blood dragon to come out of it?" Xing asked rhetorically.

After saying this, Zhuo Yifan was speechless, because what he said was indeed reasonable. If the Nine Dragons Vampire Zen Staff hadn't fused into the Blood Drinking Sword, how could it be possible for a blood dragon to fly from it.

Regarding the matter of flying blood dragons, many people on the rivers and lakes have seen them, so far, seven blood dragons have flown out, and if I guess wrong, there are still two blood dragons that have not appeared.

Seeing that Zhuo Yifan was speechless, he began to be arrogant to him.

"Since it is something from the Bodhi Temple, then you have to return the blood-drinking sword to the Bodhi Temple. "Wantonly.

"This blood-drinking sword is not all made of the material of the Nine Dragons Vampire Zen Staff. ”

"Even so, it should be partially returned to the Bodhi Temple, and it should be handed over to the Bodhi Temple for safekeeping for a few months every year, right?" Xing said with a sneer.

"You ......"

Zhuo Yifan didn't know how to respond.

"Since you are in the wrong, give me the Blood Drinking Sword to keep it for a few months. "It's aggressive and humane.

"Why? How old are you? Why should I leave it to you for safekeeping?" Zhuo Yifan dismissed.

"I'm the abbot of Bodhi Monastery now, so of course I'll take care of it. ”

"You, a vicious villain who deceived your teacher and destroyed your ancestors, even my master, Zen Master Huiyuan, was murdered by you, and you still have the face to say that you are the abbot of Bodhi Temple, which is really shameless!

"Then ask everyone, am I the abbot of Bodhi Temple?" said Xing Xian, looking at everyone.

"Everyone, don't be afraid, he was not a disciple of my Bodhi Temple from the beginning, he was a spy sent by the Shushan faction, who killed Master Huiyuan Zen Master, and he is the enemy of our Bodhi Temple!" Zhuo Yifan said loudly to everyone.

However, everyone did not respond to Zhuo Yifan, most of them lowered their heads or were expressionless, obviously in the face of the strength of the Shushan faction and Xing Xian, they did not dare to disobey, let alone challenge publicly.

Seeing that everyone was silent, they laughed like a devil. He laughed and stroked the hair on the rat man, looking untouchable.

Yes, under the direct threat, who would dare to put their lives at risk and be the first bird.

And as long as everyone admits that Xing Shi is the abbot of Bodhi Temple, then he is qualified to keep the blood-drinking sword, although not all of them are the sword of Bodhi Temple.

"At the beginning, it was the master and his old man who asked me to take the blood-drinking sword to Zhuo Jian Villa to melt it, and did not let me build the blood-drinking sword, the key is that after the blood-drinking sword was created, the master did not ask for it. Therefore, this sword should not be owned by Bodhi Temple. Zhuo Yifan said.

Hearing Zhuo Yifan say this, he laughed out loud, in this case, what he wanted to do was to highlight Zhuo Yifan's greed for the blood-drinking sword infinitely.

"Listen, everyone, some people regard the Blood-Drinking Sword as their own and want to monopolize it. Xing pouted.

In the face of the threat of wantonness, the people of Bodhi Temple just wanted to protect themselves, and no one was willing to stand up and accuse him of killing Zen Master Huiyuan and taking the abbot of Bodhi Temple for themselves.

The more this kind of mentality, the more the reckless behavior forced everyone to express their position, and for a while, everyone was submissive, echoing the unscrupulous point of view, and had a lot of criticism for Zhuo Yifan.

For a while, Zhuo Yifan felt isolated and helpless, after all, there was a reason for this matter, and the current downward trend completely reversed the direction of the wind.

Just when he was at a loss and didn't know how to respond, the idiot who had been locked in the iron cage and had not spoken suddenly spoke.

"Okay, don't mess around here, the blood-drinking sword was originally cast by Zhuo Jian Villa, of course it is Zhuo Yifan's, we Bodhi Temple will not want it, and we are not qualified to come over. ”

Hearing Xing's idiot's words, Xing Yan suddenly said angrily: "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a dumb person! Close your stinky mouth, it seems that you really have to stay in an iron cage for the rest of your life to keep you from talking nonsense!"

The idiot shook his head and said, "What I said is the truth, don't threaten me, it's a big deal for me to go to see the ancestors of the past dynasties, what's the big deal!"

"Yo roar, this is when you see someone coming to support you, your courage will also be fattened! Don't forget, it's still easy for me to clean up Zhuo Yifan. Don't think he can save you, that's a pipe dream!" Xing rebuked.

"Really, why didn't I see that you were so powerful?" said the idiot, smiling, in stark contrast to his previous weakness.

Affected by this emotion, coupled with the fact that he has been punished and tortured by the wanton, Mu Dun, who has already been dissatisfied, also said loudly: "Xing, you are an outsider, you are not qualified to represent our Bodhi Temple, that blood-drinking sword originally belonged to Zhuo Jian Villa, that is, Zhuo Yifan's, no one wants to get it back, you don't want to say that you can represent us!"

Seeing that Mu Dun, who had been servile to his knees in the past, also called himself to the board, and his behavior could be described as angry, "You are a dead fat man, and now you have become a thin man, it seems that you have not been tortured enough, you planted it this time!"

After saying that, he angrily took his rat man and approached the wooden pier.

Seeing that he was about to come to him, Mu Dun was a little panicked, after all, the cruelty of the rat man was obvious to everyone, and with the current anger of Xing Yan, he was likely to let the rat man bite him to death.

Just as he kept retreating, Zhuo Yifan suddenly appeared in front of him.

Seeing Zhuo Yifan blocking him, Mudun seemed to have seen a big savior, and his frightened face began to shake involuntarily.

"Senior Brother Yifan. He squealed softly, a look of gratitude.

"Senior Brother Mudun, don't be afraid, I'll deal with him. After speaking, he put the blood-drinking sword in front of him to deter the rampant.

"Zhuo Yifan, you really have no face and no skin, you have said it several times, this blood-drinking sword should be kept by Bodhi Temple, I am the abbot, and it should be kept by me. ”

"Okay, you're really shameless, you deserve to keep this sword! Lao Tzu will kill you today, avenge the master and his old man, and see that you are still here to pull the big flag as a tiger skin!" After speaking, he pulled out the blood-drinking sword.

Suddenly, the blood-drinking sword continued to emit a dazzling cold light outward, and the sword aura was pressing.

Everyone saw that a vicious battle was inevitable, so they all retreated, and they all retreated behind Zhuo Yifan, while Xing Yan became a lonely man, and of course, the rat man stood side by side with him.

Seeing everyone like this, Xing Xian immediately blackened his face, "You guys who eat things inside and out, it turned out to be perfunctory, in order to beg for food, the loyalty you showed at the beginning, now you have forgotten?"

"Xing, you are a vicious villain, you are the enemy of Bodhi Temple!" Mu Dun shouted.

When they heard this, they chimed in, and they lost all their fear of recklessness, and began to accuse him.