Huairen watched them eat and drink, waited patiently on the side, and when they were all finished, he said, "Boy, can you let the abbot go now?"

Jiang Han shook his head: "Not yet." ”

Huairen glared: "What else are you going to do?"

Jiang Han smiled: "Give me back my knife first." ”

Huairen was stunned: "Your knife, what knife?"

Jiang Han smiled and said, "Is that the knife I brought? ”

Huairen shook his head: "Just that blunt knife, I don't know where to throw it, if you want a knife, I will compensate you for a good one." ”

Jiang Han shook his head: "Hurry up and find me, if I can't find it, I'll strangle the old monk." ”

Huai Ren was angry, pointed at Jiang Han and scolded: "Boy, you don't have to inch in, just a blunt knife, what do you have to ask him to do?"

Jiang Han glanced at Huairen disdainfully: "What do you care about me?" ”

Huairen had no choice, so he hurriedly ordered: "Go and go, go and find him his knife." ”

It didn't take much time, and a monk ran over with Jiang Han's knife, panting.

Huai Ren scolded directly: "A bunch of waste, let you get tired like this with a knife?"

The monk hurriedly explained: "No, Jian Temple, this knife is very heavy." ”

Huairen frowned and said, "Why don't I believe it, show it to me." With that, he reached out and grabbed the broken blade.

How do you know that as soon as he grabbed the handle of the knife, Huairen was so grateful that the knife sank down, and he didn't pay attention, and the broken blade smashed in front of his foot, almost slashing at his own foot, and Huairen trembled.

It took a lot of effort for Huairen to pick up the broken blade from the ground, and muttered, "This broken knife is really heavy." ”

Jiang Han smiled and said, "Okay, stop playing, give it back to me quickly." ”

Huairen handed the knife to the monk and waved his hand at him: "Give him back, give it back to him!"

The monk came to Jiang Han with a knife, Jiang Han put Mingkong down, strangled Mingkong's neck with his left arm, and grabbed the broken blade in his hand as soon as he stretched out his right hand.

Huairen watched Jiang Han holding the broken blade as if he was holding a straw, and couldn't help whispering: "Good girl, how much strength does this kid have." ”

Jiang Han put the broken blade on Mingkong's neck and shouted at Huairen: "Okay, sons of Tianlei Temple, now get out of the way, you are going down the mountain." ”

Huairen sneered: "You are delusional, you will definitely not be able to get out of this Tianlei Temple today." ”

Jiang Han frowned and said, "What, just with your few goods, you also want to stop me? ”

Huairen nodded: "You're right, you are strong in martial arts, no one of us can stop you, but they?" After speaking, he pointed at the women behind Jiang Han with his hand.

Jiang Han hesitated for a moment, and then said: "This old monk is in my hands, aren't you afraid that I will kill him?"

Huairen shook his head: "You don't dare, if you kill the abbot, you will have no hostages, and these people will all have to die." ”

Jiang Han frowned, thought for a while, and suddenly waved the broken blade in his hand, directly cut off one of Mingkong's fingers, and shouted loudly: "Hurry up and get out of the way for me." ”

Monk Mingkong screamed in pain, and his body writhed desperately, trying to break free from Jiang Han's control, but after writhing for a long time, he was still tightly strangled by Jiang Han's neck and couldn't move.

The monks were all taken aback by Jiang Han's move, they never thought that this young man would do it when he said it.

Jiang Han stared at Huairen and said loudly: "Do you let it or not!"

Mingkong shook his head: "Don't let it!"

Jiang Han pointed at the broken blade in his hand: "You really won't let it?"

Huairen nodded: "Don't let it!"

Jiang Han waved his knife violently, and cut off another finger of Mingkong, and Mingkong screamed in pain, and then asked loudly: "Do you want to let me?"

Huairen still shook his head vigorously: "Don't let me!"

Jiang Leng laughed: "Okay, you are good, since this is the case, then don't blame me for being rude!" After speaking, he raised the knife and chopped off one of Mingkong's hands.

The old monk of Mingkong had been tossed and lost his appearance, one hand was chopped off, and the whole person screamed, and immediately fainted in pain.

Jiang Han asked Wang Fu to pull off his clothes, bandaged the severed limbs of Monk Mingkong, and asked viciously: "Han Ergou, if you let me or not, if you block my way again, I will chop off all the hands and feet of this old monk!"

Huairen's chest kept rising and falling, and he gasped for breath in his mouth, and after a long time, he still shook his head: "Don't let me!"

At this time, someone next to him spoke: "Prison Temple, why don't you let them go? If this continues, the abbot will not be able to do it!"

Huairen roared loudly: "Shut up, don't you all have a brain! You don't know what you have done for so many years, if you let him go and he spreads the matter to the rivers and lakes, is it possible for this Tianlei Temple to exist?"

"Not to mention letting him go, what if he goes back to the division to bring rescue soldiers, even if he settles these people down and kills them back to Tianlei Temple again, which of you can stop him?"

"So taking advantage of the fact that he is now with so many people, he doesn't dare to break the net with us, it's better to fight, leave him in the Tianlei Temple, and then go and wipe out all his gang, our Tianlei Temple still has a glimmer of life, otherwise today is the time when the Tianlei Temple is destroyed!"

The man hesitated, "But the abbot ......."

Huairen didn't wait for him to finish, then interrupted him loudly: "What abbot, can't you see that the abbot is already a wasted person? He is no longer worthy of being the abbot of this Tianlei Temple, I am the supervisor of the temple, now it is up to me to decide!"

After speaking, Huairen sneered, looked at Jiang Han, and said viciously: "Boy, we don't want this old monk, leave it to you to dispose of as you like, you want to kill or chop whatever you want, but after you kill the old monk, none of these women will survive!"

Jiang Han was stunned for a moment, if the people of Tianlei Temple really didn't care about the monk Mingkong, then he really didn't have any good way, he originally thought that holding Mingkong hostage would make the people of Tianlei Temple throw a rat taboo, so he pretended to confess and deceived Mingkong to come, who knew that killing a Huairen halfway would ruin his own good deeds, if the people of Tianlei Temple were determined to die with him, then what would these poor women do?

Thinking of this, Jiang Han asked tentatively, "Then what do you want?"

Huairen sneered: "How about it? It's still the same, you put down your weapons and tie your hands, I can consider letting them go." ”

Jiang Han laughed after hearing this: "Han Ergou, haven't you woken up in the middle of the day?" Do you think I will believe your words?"

(End of chapter)