At this time, the sunset was like blood, shrouding the entire temple in a yellowish blood red, which made people look a little gloomy, Meng Liang saw that he jumped in front of the pig demon, pulled his big head and saw that there was nothing but black hair on his face. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Meng Liang was so frightened that he cried: "Oh, Li ...... Oh, young master, you let this stupid pig eat it, damn, how can I explain it to the owner of the village. Oh, the owner of the village...... Hey, who filmed Lao Tzu?" Meng Liang turned around, and it turned out to be Jiao Zan.

Jiao Zan said: "Lao Meng, the owner of the village is still alive, don't be busy crying first." “

Jiao Zan was one step ahead of Meng Liang, and when he jumped to the temple wall, he happened to see four women in red shirts lined up, facing each other with the four elders of Qingliang Temple.

The four red-shirted women covered their faces with red gauze, the same was that they couldn't see their true faces, but their posture was peerless, radiant, their palms were not really aligned, and the red-shirted woman led by the red-shirted woman and the pine elder were separated by an invisible internal force, but at the same time as the internal force emitted in front of the palms of the red-clothed woman, there was also green mandala pollen emitted from the palms that were clearly visible.

More than 100 disciples in the temple clasped their palms and watched, no one dared to take the initiative without the order of the presiding elder, and there were traces of water splashing on the firewood and grass on the surrounding walls, but there was still thick black smoke emitting from the trunk of the thick tree that refused to disperse for a long time.

A woman in white stood in front of the thick black smoke, her long hair fluttering, facing the setting sun, the red glow reflected her whole body was blood-stained red, and she couldn't see her face clearly, but the cold light from her eyes was enough to freeze the large red mandala flower embroidered on her chest instantly.

The woman's voice was even more poignant, and she looked at the four of Songmu: "Old bald donkey, don't you say that you are dying?"

The four of them had actually been forced to retreat by the four red-shirted women, and the palm wind between the two groups of them was still four or five feet apart, but judging from the palm wind emitted, the mandala pollen in front of the red-shirted woman's palm had almost touched the palm of the pinewood master.

At this moment, there was a loud bang, and a behemoth broke into the door, and his body had already squeezed the door frame, not only squeezing the door frame off, but even the wall collapsed, it was a century-old temple.

This behemoth went straight to the middle of the red-shirted woman and the pine master's palm, and the two rows of people were calmly fighting with all their strength at this time, when suddenly such a force appeared in the oblique thorn, and the internal force of the two rows of people collapsed at once, and each flew out upside down with a 'poof', and the eight people fell to the ground heavily, all the internal organs were damaged, and the eight people hurriedly sat down in place, adjusting their minds and calming their minds.

And the woman in the white shirt had already jumped up, and was about to give the monster a palm, only to see that the monster had a person in its mouth, and the man only showed a head, and one of his hands was outside the monster's mouth, holding a fan in his hand, and he was still beating the monster's teeth.

Originally, the woman in the white shirt didn't care about those at all, whether it was a person or something else in her mouth, and what did it matter to her, her palm had already touched the black hair of the monster's face, but when she saw that the person in her mouth had a golden hairpin pinned to her head, she immediately withdrew her hand, and at the same time, the other hand pulled the wrist of the other hairpin, and the other hairpin man soared out of the monster's mouth.

Li Xiaoyao's whole person was dragged out by the white-shirted woman, just landed, and was already unable to move by the white-shirted woman's acupoint, Li Xiaoyao turned his head to see that the woman was about thirty years old, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were raised high, her skin was better than snow, and the whole person was like ice and snow, Li Xiaoyao only looked at her, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into an ice cave.

The woman's voice was still so poignant, and she said, "You are the king of the golden hairpins?!"

Although Li Xiaoyao didn't know who she was, he knew that this person was definitely not Wang Jintong's friend, and thought to himself, if I didn't admit that I was Wang Jintong, then Wang Jintong would inevitably be in trouble, so he nodded and admitted it immediately.

The woman's cold face suddenly showed a sneer, and at the same time, the behemoth pig demon collapsed like a huge mountain, with a loud bang, and fell to the ground, and even Li Xuanxing, who was close behind, was shocked and jumped far away.

For a while, the courtyard was silent, only the sound of the pig demon shaking the bluestone slab surface was continuous.

It was at this time that Meng Liang broke in, he was touched by Jiao Zan, and only then did he feel that the atmosphere was wrong, and he was dumbfounded when he looked around.

At this time, I only heard a piercing and shrill voice coming: "You bastard donkey ball, hey, little girl, what are you doing with my son?"

Meng Liang was frightened and his heart was sudden, as soon as he heard it, it was the voice of the owner of the village, this owner of the village came too fast, he accidentally cried the wrong person just now, and he didn't hear it, can you find the back account.

When the words fell, Huo Jun had already appeared in front of the woman in the white shirt, the woman in the white shirt locked Li Xiaoyao's throat with her slender jade hand, she couldn't help but be stunned when she saw Huo Jun's appearance, and turned her head to look at Li Xiaoyao, and couldn't help laughing.

Her laughter was as miserable as a ghost's howl, and she said, "He is your son? ”

Li Xuanxing had already stopped and stood firmly, he heard Wang Xin's two steps forward, and after identifying the woman, he said: "You are a hundred flowers and a smile on your face, a thousand-year-old flower demon Chai Xinyi? You are an immortal banban, how do you know Wang Xin? Where is he?"

Master Songmu had already seen Li Xuanxing, there was blood oozing from the corners of his mouth at this time, and he was surrounded by little monks to protect him, in fact, this was useless, if the martial arts of the little monks were equal to the Baihuamen, the four masters would not let them retreat.

Master Songmu originally closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, but when he heard Li Xuanxing speak, he suddenly opened his eyes, his expression became extremely excited, and he said, "Brother, you are here." ”

It turned out that before Li Xuanxing and Master Songmu became monks, they were brothers with different surnames, and Master Songmu's common surname was Ji Shangshu. The two were in a village, and when they grew up, they each left the village to learn art, and due to different views, one became a monk and the other became a Taoist.

Although the two have different views, this does not delay the friendship between the two, and in each other's free time, they both walk around each other to learn martial arts.

Li Xuanxing came to the back of the pine wood and sat firmly, and had already begun to heal his luck, he said, "Brother, what are these turtle sons going to do?"

Songmu felt that the true qi came from his back, and he immediately felt a lot more relaxed, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Some time ago, the Seven Spirit Sword of my temple was stolen by the head of the hidden weapon gate, and I didn't care about it. But today, the people of Baihuamen said that the house was poisoned to death, and when they were dying, they said that it was our Qingliang Temple, and they came to seek revenge today. ”

Li Xuanxing said: "You are an immortal banban, the hidden weapon door house is strange for you to be a turtle son, you stole the sword Lao Tzu hasn't come to you to settle accounts, why did you die? ”

Huo Jun listened ridiculously on the side, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, he said, "If you don't die in your hands, you're lucky?"

Li Xuanxing said: "Of course, but there is something I don't know about Lao Tzu, that is, the house is strangely dead, why do a group of girls from Baihuamen come to seek revenge?"

Huo Jun said: "No wonder you don't understand, you are a monk who doesn't understand the affairs of men and women, Lao Tzu can see it at a glance, this girl must be a strange good house, the master is dead, the girl is looking for widows, can you spare these monks?"