When Su woke up, it was already sun, and it was nearly noon. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he turned his head, a little dazed for a while, and he didn't know where he was. Lying in the woods, I could hear the birds chirping and insects in my ears, and it was a long time before I remembered the events of last night. There was a sudden sharp pain in his brain, Su Zhuo sat up with his head in his hands, gasping for breath, and it took half a stick of incense to slowly relieve.

Just then, a noisy shout was heard. Su Zhuo didn't know why, got up and staggered towards the shout. The sound came from the square in front of the Daehavira Hall. A clearing was enclosed in the middle of the group, and one man stood with his sword in hand, while the other fell to the ground, bleeding from his thigh, apparently not lightly wounded. Su Zhuo didn't recognize these two people, and he didn't know what was going on for a while. Looking at the front steps of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, a row of heads sat on chairs, all eyes fixed on the two people on the field.

Su Zhuo opened the crowd and squeezed to the front, only to see the man standing upside down with the hilt of his sword, and said with a smile: "Accept and accept!" After speaking, he looked at everyone, full of pride.

Shen Zangfeng, who was sitting on the steps, stroked his short beard with his hand, turned his head to look at Wei Qian, who was sitting next to him, and said, "Master Wei, the apprentice didn't know the severity of his shot, and accidentally injured his nephew, I hope you have a lot, don't be angry......!"

Wei Qian smiled indifferently, his head did not move, he still looked at the field, and said: "Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, a good apprentice trained by Master Shen!"

The Wei family stepped forward and carried the injured man to the ground. Immediately, someone jumped out and shouted: "Huang He Gong Cheng leads the tricks!" After speaking, he opened the ghost head knife in his hand and walked towards the sword-wielding man.

When Su Zhuo saw this, he suddenly remembered what Hua Ping said last night, it turned out that these people were here, and they really wanted to rely on the martial arts competition to elect the leader of the martial arts alliance! The competition had just begun, and the people on the stage wanted to preserve their strength and see the details of others, so they naturally would not go on stage first, so they each sent their own disciples to the field. It's just that in just one morning, someone was injured, which was unexpected. Many reckless people saw the blood, which aroused the ferociousness in their bodies, and Huaishan, who was a monk, saw that the Shaolin inner courtyard had become a place of competition and competition, and sighed from time to time.

Su Zhuo knew his difficulties, but how could he and Huaishan stop the wishes of these hundreds of people? He was helpless for a while. Just thinking about it, I saw the man with the sword holding a sword flower, and with a slight stroke of Gong Cheng's wrist, he brought up a blood flower when he landed. The ghost knife in Gong Cheng's hand fell to the ground, and he lost. But he clutched his wrists, and his eyes shot with rage.

Su Zhuo also frowned slightly, thinking to himself, this Shen Zangfeng's apprentice is too heavy, and he will see blood when he shoots his sword. It seems that this Shen Zangfeng generation of wizards, and Taoguang has been practicing hard for decades, and he is determined to establish himself in the martial arts in one fell swoop, which really does not match his name Zangfeng!

Gong Cheng was defeated, and no one played again for a while. Only because of the wound in the hands of the sword-wielding man there were already four or five people. Most of the heroes in the group feel that they may not be able to win, and if they don't do well, they will be injured, and the gains outweigh the losses. Shen Zangfeng looked at the situation on the scene, his face was full of joy, and said: "I can't imagine that the apprentice's three-legged cat's kung fu has lasted so long, which really surprises the old man!

His voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly. Although the group of heroes was not convinced, the apprentices taught by Shen Zangfeng were really not simple, and they couldn't be convinced. Unexpectedly, the Huashan faction has been silent for many years, and it is actually going to shine in the hands of Shen Zangfeng!

Su Zhuo looked at Wei Qian, only to see that he was not angry at all. But Wei Sheng, who was standing behind him, was a little breathless, and said angrily: "Father, let me teach him a lesson!"

Wei Qian's eyebrows were raised, and he said in a deep voice: "Presumptuous! How can you be embarrassed here?"

Wei Sheng's face was full of anger, but he didn't dare to disobey Wei Qian's order, staring at the field, his eyes almost erupting with fire. Su Zhuo couldn't help but be a little strange, according to Wei Sheng's strength, it was not difficult to defeat Shen Zangfeng's apprentice, why didn't Wei Qian let him play? Could it be that he had other intentions? Just thinking about it, he suddenly felt that someone was looking at him. He looked away, and just as he saw that not far from Wei Qian, a small guy was staring at him with big blinking eyes, with a smile on his eyebrows.

Who else could this person be if this person wasn't Wei Xiu? Su Zhuo's heart warmed, and he suddenly remembered Wei Xiu's advice last night. Immediately afterwards, the figure of the man in white also appeared in front of him. Su Zhuo's heart jumped, and a sense of foreboding enveloped his heart. He carefully recalled where he was when he woke up this morning, and suddenly remembered that it was not the Houzen Courtyard, and that courtyard was not inhabited by others, but the residence of Ma Du, the head of Mount Tai!

Su Zhuo secretly shouted that it was not good! He didn't care about the situation of the martial arts competition on the field, so he turned around and rushed out of the crowd. The heroes were all huddled together, and when he rushed like this, there was a commotion. Huaishan, who was sitting on a high place, saw Su Zhuo's back at a glance. It was a little strange that he didn't find Su Zhuo in the crowd in the morning. At this time, he suddenly saw Su Zhuo's performance, and suddenly realized that something had happened again, and he didn't have time to explain anything, so he got up and left his seat in a hurry. Shen Zangfeng, Songgu and the others around him were a little strange, but Wei Qian smiled and said, "The abbot left in a hurry, something important must happen." Why don't we go and see it together?"

Saying that, he chased Huaishan with a few people around him. Su Zhuo hurried to the courtyard where Ma Du was. This time, there was no blood outside the house, and there were no bloody internal organs. However, as soon as Su Zhuo approached the door, he smelled a strong bloody smell. The afternoon sun is just right, and the heat is steaming, and the smell of blood is far away. His heart sank, and with a gentle push of his hand, the door opened.

At this time, Huaishan and the others had also arrived in a hurry, and they couldn't help but be shocked when they stopped at the door with Su Zhuo. The house was littered with large pools of blood, and a corpse lay in the center. However, the head on the cavity was gone, leaving only a bloody slit on the neck towards the door, as if grinning at everyone.

This situation was already terrifying, and Matsuya suddenly trembled and pointed to the side and said, "You...... You see......"

Everyone looked at his fingers, and saw a head on the table in the room, facing the corpse, with wide eyes, as if looking at their own body. Who else could this head be if it wasn't Mado?

Su Zhuo's heart jumped, isn't this the second picture of Zhong Kui's ghost hunting? He and Huaishan glanced at each other, and the two of them saw the deep horror and worry in each other's eyes at the same time.

The disciples of the Taishan Sect exclaimed in surprise and knelt down at the door. Matsutani Daoren said in a trembling voice: "This ...... This...... Who the hell is this!

The white-clothed figure was always in Su Zhuo's mind, lingering. He knew that this person must be the murderer who stole books. But who is this person, is it a human or a ghost? Su Zhuo himself was a little confused.

Shen Zangfeng analyzed: "For two days in a row, two heads of the family have died! And the killing methods are equally ferocious, it seems that the murderer is the same person! Those who can easily kill Du Zhangmen and Ma Zhangmen are afraid that their martial arts will not be bad." ”

The others didn't speak, and Wei Sheng, who was standing on the side, suddenly said: "At this point, isn't the name of the murderer about to come out? Where is the murderer? It is clearly the abbot of Shaolin, the monk of Huaishan!" )