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"I've heard of it, it seems that a set of vajra palms is practiced well. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" In the surprised gaze of the women, Xiao Yuesheng actually nodded, not caring.

"You know ......" Pei Jinyi couldn't help but smile bitterly, secretly sighing that he was bold, he was an Emei faction, and he didn't want to provoke him, of course, it was also because he didn't provoke the Emei faction, and the well water did not interfere with the river water.

The ability of Perak Hall to stand tall is related to Fan Xisheng's strong martial arts and extraordinary strategy, and more importantly, he has the shadow of Shaolin behind him.

Fan Xisheng is a Shaolin lay disciple, martial arts talent is extremely high, although can not learn the Shaolin seventy-two arts, but the King Kong palm is born from the seventy-two arts of the powerful King Kong palm, although the power is slightly inferior, but it is also a very clever palm in the martial arts.

With a pair of King Kong palms, he broke out of the prestige, coupled with his square character, gathered a lot of masters, founded Perak Hall, deterred Sichuan and Shu, and stood out in the entire Chengdu City.

When Xiao Yuesheng first came to Chengdu City, it seemed that he had already figured out the old bottom of the Thunderbolt Hall, but he didn't have the idea of moving, because the Water Cloud Sect was not strong enough.

But now he is not afraid, with the protection of the formation, no one can invade the Purple Mountain, his teleportation ability has been restored, although the Taoist cultivation has not reached its peak, but the people in the martial arts in the world, in his eyes, are not worth mentioning.

"Qiu'er, do you still want to provoke the Shaolin faction?!" Wen Yubing was surprised, could his eldest disciple eat the bear's heart and leopard gall?

Shaolin has a long history, although many sects can be strong for a while, but can not be eternal, only Shaolin, after a hundred years without falling, its foundation is thick, the first in the world, even if it is the Wudang faction, it is far from being able to compare.

"Master, rest assured, as long as the disciples are strictly ordered not to go out of the mountain, who can bear me?" Xiao Yuesheng said with a calm expression.

His voice carried a calming power, Wen Yubing heard it, thought about it for a while, and also understood that with the existence of the formation, it was difficult for outsiders to invade the Purple Mountain, as long as the disciples did not go out of the mountain, it would be no big problem, besides, over the years, the disciples rarely went down the mountain, and as soon as they went out, they caused trouble.

"Senior Brother Xiao is right, with such a mysterious formation protection, no matter how strong the martial arts are, they can't get in. Pei Jinyi nodded, she had a deep understanding of the wonder of all the formations in Purple Mountain, it was indeed unpredictable, and it couldn't be broken at all.

"But Shaolin has deep roots and lush leaves, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, it is difficult to guarantee that someone is also proficient in formations......" Wen Yubing shook his head, still worried.

"Huh...... , Master doesn't look at disciples too much, even if he is a person who is proficient in formations, he will definitely have to come and go!" Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand and smiled, nodding heavily: "Master-Father——, rest assured, it's okay!"

Wen Yubing saw that he didn't care about smiling, although he was worried, he was helpless, and sighed: "You can make less trouble if you can ——, don't cause trouble!"

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The outside is dilapidated, and the furniture inside is still so, downright dilapidated, but the windows and doors are very tight and the sound insulation is excellent.

At this time, in the dilapidated hall, although the weather was hot and humid, the windows were still closed, and there were three people sitting and three lying in the hall, all of them were silent and extremely dull.

On the main seat, he was dressed in gray, similar in texture to the monk's robe, with a simple face, a straight nose and a wide mouth, a strong and majestic body, and he looked very powerful.

The next one is one on the left and one on the right, one of them has white eyebrows, the wrinkles on his face are densely packed, the eyelids are drooping, as if he is sleeping but not sleeping, he looks drooping and old, only occasionally the eyelids open and close, the essence is shining, and there is no sense of twilight.

The other is a middle-aged man with a clear face, with a clear beard under his chin, clear eyes, and clear eyes showing extraordinary wisdom.

"Slap" The middle-aged Yingwei man slapped the square table hard, got up, and walked around on the dark purple carpet with an irritated face.

This middle-aged man, if the people of Chengdu City saw it, they would definitely greet him busily: "Master Fan is well." ”

In the city of Chengdu, the most popular figure, Fan Xisheng, the hall master of Perak Hall, is this middle-aged man who is not amazing.

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He didn't care, as the number one gang in Chengdu, Perak Hall was constantly doing things every day, and it was not uncommon for something to happen.

When he entered the lobby, he saw a lot of people standing in the hall, several guest masters, as well as deputy hall masters and elders, gathered together, and the son he saw was lying on the ground, rolling hard, screaming fiercely, and couldn't bear to hear it.

His right-hand man, Jiang Zhaonan, the deputy hall master of the Perak Hall, and Li Mufeng, the elder, were about to hold down their son and inspect the injury.

Fan Cunyi's son was born to the most beloved wife of Fan Xisheng, the owner of Perak Hall, when he went to Shaolin to learn art, his qualifications are outstanding, his surname is upright, and he is a rare good seedling.

And he did not agree to the master's advice, never shaved his degree to enter the Shaolin Temple, and only became a lay disciple, because he loved his wife deeply.

He returned from Shaolin to learn art, and his wife married, because of difficult childbirth, his wife gave birth to a son for him and then died, but he never had the idea of continuing.

This son, he likes abnormality, but he is well aware of the scourge of doting, so he is extremely strict with him, and he is often punished, especially the cultivation of his martial arts.

But after all, he is busy with help and rarely can take care of his son, Fan Cunyi is afraid of sticks in front of him, but he is also a good son.

The son is lustful and has a surname, Fan Xisheng has also heard of it, and the two right-hand men have also bluntly persuaded each other, and they need to control the young hall master, and he can't let him do anything, otherwise, he will definitely cause big trouble for the Perak Hall.

But Fan Cunyi is not a straw bag, before causing trouble, he will inquire about his background, do what he can, bully the soft and fear the hard, all along, there has been no turmoil, Fan Xisheng didn't care, men, a little lustful, is not a big shortcoming.

"What's going on?!" Fan Xisheng didn't pay attention to his son's screams, but looked at the two corpses standing upright on the ground, and asked in a deep voice.

His face was solemn, and he took two steps forward to remove the white cloth covering their bodies, revealing two faces that were as peaceful as sleep, and the dark red blood stains on his brows were extremely eye-catching, like cinnabar dots.

"Hall Master, I've encountered a hard stubble!" Brother Zhao and Brother Zhang ...... in order to protect the young master," one of them clenched his fists and said sadly, with a faint look of confusion on his face, and his expression was fluttering, which was not normal.

Fan Xisheng leaned forward and probed their snorts, and found that they were extremely cold, obviously dead for a long time, but they couldn't see it on their faces.

He raised his head and got up, his face was cold and murderous, so that people didn't dare to look directly, and said to one of the middle-aged people with a calm face: "Start from the beginning, Brother Jane, you talk about it!"

Most of them had a dazed look on their faces, and the Jane brothers were calm and comfortable, standing out from the crowd.

He spoke clearly and eloquently, and in the miserable howl of Fan Cunyi next to him, it only took a few words to explain the truth of the matter, but he only said what happened, and did not describe Xiao Yuesheng's terrible.

Fan Xisheng looked at his unconscious son with a pale face, Jiang Zhaonan tried all the tricks, and saw that he couldn't relieve his pain, so he could only point to his faint point.

"So, it was the people from the Shuiyun Sect who killed Brother Zhao and Brother Zhang?!" he looked at Keqing, whose surname was Jane, and his face was calm and calm at this time.

"Well, I'm not sure,...... This person's martial arts are too high, unbelievable, I really don't know where it came from!" The man surnamed Jian shook his head, and his calm face also showed a look of confusion.

Fan Xisheng waved his hand to let them go down in a trance, and in the stuffy hall, only the deputy hall master Jiang Zhaonan and the elder Li Mufeng remained.

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Jiang Zhaonan, dressed in a green shirt, with a bit of elegant style, got up from the chair, came to Fan Cunyi's side, reached out and touched his pulse, and then pointed at his faint point, got up and shook his head: "Cunyi's method of restraint is very weird, and it can't be completely suppressed!"

"Water...... Cloud...... Send ......!" Although Fan Xisheng felt sorry for his son, he never paid attention to him, as if he couldn't hear his moans.

Jiang Zhaonan and Li Mufeng have always been blind to their son's lust, but they didn't expect that they were unfortunate enough to cause trouble, and Fan Xisheng's heart was full of anger.

"You deserve it!" Fan Xisheng glared at his unconscious son and scolded hatefully.

"This Shuiyun Sect, I'm afraid it's not simple......" Li Mufeng kept lowering his eyelids, as if he was asleep, and the old god said.

Jiang Zhaonan sat back in the chair and nodded: "Elder Li is right, this person, I am sure, is from the Shuiyun Sect, otherwise, those two women would not call him the master uncle,...... Besides, if it is only a member of the sect who has made good friends, at most it will only give a slight punishment, and it will never be such a ruthless attack!"

His words are quite pertinent, if you are an ordinary person, when you save people, you will rarely kill people rashly without knowing the depths, and make revenge for yourself in vain.

Fan Xisheng, who was walking around and restless, nodded, tried to catch his breath, calmed down, and began to think about how to deal with it.

"Two pine needles take a person's surname...... In my opinion, Brother Jane and the others are not exaggerating, this is too ridiculous......! , you need to be careful!" Jiang Zhaonan stroked the clear hair under his chin, shook his head and said slowly, his face was calm and not very good-looking.

From the trance on the faces of those guests, Fan Xisheng also knew that the enemy this time was indeed extraordinary, they had always been arrogant, a picture of Lao Tzu's number one in the world, if it weren't for the unbelievable thing, it would be difficult to be scared like this.

"Elder Li, I think that the trick in Cunyi is afraid that it will kill his surname!" Jiang Zhaonan hit Fan Cunyi's faint point again, stopped his moaning, and raised his head and sighed to Li Mufeng, who was sitting on the chair with the curtain down.

His eyebrows were white, and Li Mufeng, who was drooping and decrepit, slowly opened his eyes, lowered his body, probed Fan Cunyi's veins, and after a few breaths, he sat back in the chair and shook his head: "The meridians are contracted, and the blood and qi flow backwards, this technique is really vicious,...... After a long time, it will only be three or two days, and you will explode and die!"

"Is there a way to save me?" asked Fan Xisheng busily.

Li Mufeng shook his head and looked at Fan Cunyi, who was in pain, with compassion: "I'm afraid that it will be difficult to unravel except for the person who made the move,...... Even if it can be unraveled, it will not be three or two, at that time, I am afraid that the person is no longer there!"

Jiang Zhaonan stroked his hair, groaned slightly, and suddenly spoke: "Hall Master, you take Cunyi, go to the Shuiyun Sect, and let the person who made the move save Cunyi, and the people in our hall will hang behind you,...... The two women are safe and sound, forgive him for not forcing each other...... Then what, save Cunyi first!"

Since Li Mufeng said so, Jiang Zhaonan stopped the idea of asking someone to help, in Chengdu City, all the good players are in Perak Hall, if you go to ask someone again, it will not be able to ask for three or two kung fu, besides, it is too risky.

"No...... In this way, how can I face the dead Brother Zhao and Brother Zhang?!"

Fan Xisheng waved his hand, flatly refused, glanced at his son underground, his eyes flashed with determination, and he slapped the table heavily: "Now that the matter is now, I can't take care of this stinky boy,...... Send someone to collect the news of the Water Cloud Sect and kill my Thunderbolt cousin, I will definitely pay for it with blood!"

"Hall Master, slow down!" Jiang Zhaonan hurriedly interrupted him.

"The young hall master is the foundation of our Perak Hall, and there must be no accidents...... Hall master, let's endure the anger for a while, and then slowly figure it out, the gentleman will take revenge, ten years is not too late...... Besides, as long as you save the young hall master, you can also ask Shaolin for help!" He gave bitter advice.

According to his understanding, I am afraid that the hall master can really do such a thing, but maybe it is just a gesture, but whether it is true or not, he can only come out to dissuade it.

Listening to the descriptions of those guests, the man in the Shuiyun Sect was really terrifying, with the martial arts they described, the entire Thunderbolt Hall rushed up, I am afraid that it will be in vain.

"Well, Zhao Nan is right!" Li Mufeng, who had been lowering his eyelids, nodded slowly, then closed his mouth again, and recovered half-dead.

Fan Xisheng was silent, rubbing his eyebrows with one hand, and his face changed.

"Hall Master, I'll tell you the truth!"

Jiang Zhaonan saw that he was still hesitating, so he added another fire: "Even if all of our Thunderbolt Hall people pull out, I'm afraid we won't be able to deal with that person, it's just bloodshed in vain!"

He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled bitterly earnestly: "...... Now, I can only let the hall master endure the humiliation for a while, save Cunyi first, see that person, and then it's not too late to plan later!"

"Cunyi said, it's not unreasonable!" Li Mufeng, who had been lowering his eyelids and seemed to be asleep, suddenly spoke again, and then closed his eyes and said nothing.

“...... Good...... ——!" Fan Xisheng nodded slowly, with a cold face, the palm print on the table was like a three-inch wood: "You don't have to send someone to follow, I'll go alone!"

(To be continued)