Jueqing was in charge of vigilance, and immediately rushed out with Shaolin disciples, and the Emei disciples who were in charge of the vigil had already surrounded the visitors, and the Tianshan disciples rushed out, holding torches to illuminate the inn as if it were daylight. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiao Han opened the door and went downstairs and came to the courtyard, Lin Junshen and Jueqing saw him come out and immediately came up. Xiao Han waved his hand, and the two retreated. Xiao Han glanced at it, Sima An and Chu Tianshu did not come out, knowing that the two of them were protecting the seventh son of Wudang, he was relieved, and then saw that the fifty or sixty people in the courtyard were surrounding an old man in a blue shirt.

This old man had a round face, like a leather ball, and his facial features were deformed, and they all gathered in the middle, with a strange appearance, comparable to Sima An with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks. Short and fat, holding two iron galls, the image is funny, standing in the circle and not careless, squinting his eyes and scanning the door of the guest room.

Meng Wanxi and the five monsters stood upstairs from afar, looking coldly at the courtyard. Xiao Han glanced back at her and found that Chai Xinyue was standing behind him at some point, and when he saw him turn around, he smiled and said, "You are really a troublemaker, you will cause a lot of trouble wherever you go." ”

Xiao Han glanced at her chest greedily, and secretly swallowed his saliva and said: "This head of the family is strong in martial arts, and he is handsome and chic, whether it is white or underworld, men, women and children, they naturally want to be close to me, who are you looking for if you don't look for me?" Chai Xinyue smiled like a flower, and said coquettishly: "Nonsense again." Xiao Han said happily: "Let's go and see which old monster is coming." ”

The two of them walked into the courtyard, and the disciples of the three sects immediately flashed a path. Xiao Han and Chai Xinyue came to the old man, and Xiao Han arched his hand and said: "Xiao Han, the head of the Xia Wudang faction, has seen his predecessors. ”

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked him up and down, and sneered: "I heard that you killed the four of Qiushanjun?" Xiao Han's heart froze, he took a step back slightly, and said coldly: "Exactly, dare to ask which of the twelve murderers is the senior?"

The old man suddenly laughed, looked at the surprised Xiao Han and said, "Good killing, those four old guys died in Yu Gu, but they died a little unjustly under your hands." Xiao Han said coldly: "Who are you?

The old man's face suddenly changed, and his eyes burst into flames: "Do you know Murong Qiuyu?" Xiao Han said in a daze: "Of course I know, she is my friend." Chai Xinyue interjected: "Sister Murong is our friend, since you know her, you are naturally also our friend." ”

The old man smiled strangely and looked at the two of them: "What a couple, do you know who Murong Qiuyu is? You bullied her, you must not want to live." ”

Xiao Han was shocked and said loudly: "Murong Qiuyu is a member of the Divine Sect, and he is inferior to her in martial arts, how could he bully her, the seniors misunderstood, they must be joking." ”

The old man's small eyes rolled in his sockets, obviously thinking about the truth of his words. After listening to him, he snorted coldly and said: "Murong Yatou is the holy daughter of my Divine Sect, except for the sect leader, anyone who dares to disrespect her in the world is killing himself." You ignorant boy, you dare to make her angry, and today the old man will come to teach you a lesson. ”

Xiao Han listened to the meaning of his words, as if he was here to teach Murong Qiuyu a lesson for himself. Then I remembered that I had said that Murong Qiuyu would follow him to Jinling later, but when I arrived, I didn't see her shadow, but instead came this ball-like dead old man. There must be something strange in this.

Xiao Han gently signaled to Chai Xinyue to retreat, Chai Xinyue shook her head, Xiao Han was in a hurry, grabbed her hand, and retreated at the same time: "If you want to teach me a lesson, try my three formations first." With a wave of his big hand, the Shaolin disciples swarmed up, and twenty long sticks instantly wrapped him in the middle, and the outer layer was escorted by the Emei disciples, and the outermost layer was the Tianshan disciples, wrapping an old man like an iron bucket.

Xiao Han pulled Chai Xinyue to the side, Chai Xinyue's face was flushed, but she looked very happy. Lin Junshen and Jueqing came over to ask for instructions, and Xiao Han said gloomily: "Give me a dead hand, if you can't live, you will die." Since the four murderers were burned to death, both of them felt that Xiao Han had changed too much, so they immediately nodded at each other and retreated to command.

The Shaolin stick array was immediately activated, and twenty warrior monks began to circle around the old man. The old man stood coldly in the center, rubbing two iron galls in both hands, and two cold lights shot out from time to time from his two eyes. Jueqing got Xiao Han's order, and without hesitation, he smashed the old man with a stick first.

The surrounding Shaolin disciples shouted at the same time, and twenty long sticks hit the old man's whole body in three ways. The Shaolin stick array is hugely powerful, and these disciples are all carefully selected, and each stick is really amazing. Twenty long sticks pointed at the old man like a dragon, and Tie Qing even more consciously held the long stick and smashed it on his head.

Seeing that the old man was unavoidable, even if he was a Da Luo Jin Immortal, he couldn't stand so many long stick hits. The onlookers and Xiao Han couldn't help but shout "yes". Even Meng Wanxi and the five monsters changed their faces, but they didn't expect that as soon as the Shaolin stick formation came out, it was really prestigious.

The old man suddenly shouted, and the blue robe on his body suddenly swelled like a balloon, turning into a veritable round ball. Then the two iron galls in his hand suddenly flew out of their hands, and they actually hit the long stick that the Shaolin stick monk hit around his whole body.

Xiao Han opened his mouth wide in shock, and couldn't close his mouth for a long time. Chai Xinyue's eyes were sharp, and she said softly: "There is a thin iron chain tied to that iron gall." Xiao Han nodded dumbly, just stunned for a moment. I only listened to the dozens of sounds of "pop pop" in the field, where the iron ball passed, all the long sticks of Shaolin stick monks were broken without exception, and the strength of the old man could be seen.

Jueqing, who flew in mid-air and smashed into the top of the old man's head, was not blocked, and the long stick slammed into the top of the old man's head with a strong wind. The old man's round head shrank suddenly, his head retracted into the cavity, and his whole body completely turned into a round ball.

The first time Jueqing encountered such a situation, he immediately panicked, fell from the air, kicked with both feet, and chased the ball around the courtyard. The Shaolin disciples were also in a mess, first, the long sticks were all broken and turned into burning sticks, and second, they had never seen such a strange trick. Where the ball that the old man turned into passed, two iron galls came out unexpectedly, and the two Shaolin disciples were accidentally hit in the chest and died instantly.

When the rest of the Shaolin disciples saw their brother killed, their eyes turned red, and they shouted and surrounded them again. In the middle of the field, the ball spun faster and faster, accompanied by a burst of wild laughter, Jueqing knew that something was wrong, and immediately shouted: "All retreat." Only the long stick in his hand was not broken, and he flew in one lunge, right in front of the ball. Who knew that the ball was extremely fast, and it didn't dodge or dodge and hit him straight into his legs.

Jueqing let out a loud shout, and the long stick was picked up high, and smashed down with the wind. Everyone only heard a crisp "pop", and then saw that the ball began to spin rapidly again. Then I saw Jueqing standing in the middle of the field, holding a long stick broken into three pieces in his hand, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, obviously suffering internal injuries.

The two Shaolin disciples immediately rushed up to help him down, Lin Jun cautiously did not wait for Xiao Han's orders, and shouted: "Shaolin senior brothers step down, Emei disciples follow me." ”

Seeing that Jueqing was injured and the weapons in his hands were all broken, the Shaolin stick monk heard Lin Junshen's order, and immediately stepped back and changed his position to the Emei disciples. The Emei disciples all looked solemn, they saw everything just now, and knew that this dead old man was not easy to deal with, and the twenty swords shone with cold light and wrapped the ball in the middle.

Lin Junshen snorted coldly and said loudly: "Emei Quick Sword." The Emei disciple agreed at the same time, and twenty swords were pulled into a sword flower, and at the same time stabbed at the round ball. Lin Junshen was even more unscrupulous, his body flew up, and the thirty-six style of the broken sword stabbed straight towards the human ball rolling at high speed.

The ball in the middle didn't seem to care, it was still spinning at high speed, and the twenty swords of the Emei disciples stabbed him at the same time, but he heard a light sound of "clanging", and seven or eight swords immediately snapped, almost stabbing the same door around him. Someone shouted, "This old thief is invulnerable." ”

Lin Jun was startled, he didn't dare to hesitate, a sword hit the ball, and suddenly felt a strong rebound, and hurriedly withdrew in shock, but he was a step too late, only to see the ball flying straight towards him, and immediately more than ten Emei disciples came to the rescue.

This round ball is as invulnerable as if it was cast in iron, and all the sword hits are all broken into two sections, and three Emei disciples were accidentally stabbed by the broken sword, turned over and fell to the ground, and were snatched out by the Tianshan faction on the periphery, but fortunately there was no worry about their lives.

Seeing that the ball was about to hit Lin Junshen, Lin Junshen's face turned pale, and the sword in his hand trembled and stabbed at the old man again. The round ball burst into a strange laugh, and suddenly two iron galls flew out from above, hitting Lin Junshen's chest.