"I think," Wen Qiang said unhurriedly, "this is my most legitimate demand!"

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"You have to let my children go first!" Wen Qiang said, "so that I can rest assured that the Sword of Evil will be in your hands." ”

"No!" Tu Dahu said resolutely, "I must first see if the Evil Sword is real or fake." His tone was unmistakable.

After a long time, Wen Qiang had no choice but to say, "Okay! I hope you can keep your word." So saying, he handed him the sword of evil.

Tu Dahu took the sword of punishment of evil, with an extremely reverent expression, solemnly removed the yellow brocade package on it, pulled out the sword, and looked at it under the light for a long time, but saw that the sword light was dignified and the cold air was faint, but he had never seen the sword of punishment for evil, and of course he could not tell whether it was true or false.

At this moment, outside the temple gate, a monk with a nine-ring tin staff walked in, but he saw that his face was wide and square, his eyes were as bright as electricity, and his eyebrows were like the fire of the mountains. That kind of expression not only did not have the slightest compassion of a monk, but was like a fierce god and a fierce spirit.

As soon as he walked in, Tu Dahu respectfully raised the Evil Sword in front of him with both hands, "Duan Protector," he said respectfully, "Please verify the authenticity of this sword!"

The other party roared, and inserted the nine-ring tin staff in his hand into the floor tiles under his feet, and only then did he shake his wide sleeves and take the evil sword that Tu Dahu respectfully handed over. He grasped the sword in his hand and looked at it for a long time, "Look at the color of the scabbard on the outside, it looks like it's real," he said leisurely, "I just don't know if the sword in here is real." ”

In fact, he didn't know whether it was true or not, but Liang Jiazhuang personally tried to drag the evil sword in Nanjian's arms with a few people, so he concluded that the color of the scabbard was genuine.

He drew his sword and held it in his hand for a long time, but he could not determine whether it was true or not.

"How is it, Duan Protector!" and at this time, Tu Dahu asked him on the side, "Is this evil sword real or fake?" The reason why he paid so much attention was because the authenticity of this sword involved his merits and rewards for the Kyushu faction this time.

"No matter what you say, you can't lose your worth in front of your subordinates!" the monk pondered in his heart, "If you take this sword back to see the young master, if it is fake, it will be his fault; ”

Therefore, he shook his head in disappointment, put the sword into the scabbard, handed it to Tu Dahu's hand, shook his head, and looked very disappointed, "Mr. Tu, what's going on!" he said, "Where is this evil sword, it's clearly fake." ”

And Tu Dahu had never seen a sharp weapon with such a bright color and such a dignifying sword aura when he came out of his mother's womb, so when the monk said it was fake and handed the sword into his hand, he really couldn't put it down and hesitated for a long time. After that, he threw the sword and handed it to Wen Qiang's hand in displeasure, "Hmph!" he snorted coldly and said, "You are so bold, you dare to use a fake evil sword to fool us!

As he spoke, he instructed the swordsmen, "What are you waiting for, don't do it yet!"

"Slow down!" Wen Qiang shouted, "Stinky monk, how can you say that this evil sword is fake, what evidence do you have." ”

Seeing his burning words, Tu Dahu was so convinced that this was a good sword, but Duan Debiao's protector always insisted that it was fake and fake, "fake is fake," the monk Duan Debiao held his head high and said with a lofty look, "What else do you need to prove." ”

"Suddenly, in the midst of the struggle, a fierce snoring suddenly sounded above the temple, and everyone looked around in astonishment, only to find that the beggar in tattered clothes was sleeping at the feet of the Bodhisattva's golden body!

"Dog kills!" Suddenly, Tu Dahu shouted, "The sky is about to fall, you flower who doesn't know whether to live or die, you still sleep so peacefully, aren't you really going to heaven." So saying, he walked over in a huff, and was about to walk up to the flower child, when he kicked him in the stomach with all his might.

However, before his cruel kick arrived, the flower child suddenly reached out to scratch the itch on his foot in a dream, so he bent his foot up, just enough to make Tu Dahu's powerful kick empty, but with a boom, it kicked over the wooden frame with the flag next to Jin. Immediately, Tu Dahu was covered in white sweat because he estimated that his toes must have been broken several times!

Suddenly, he screamed in pain, and the steel knife in his hand also slammed, and he threw it on the ground at will, and hurriedly picked up his kicked foot, and sat down on the steps of the temple to ease his spirit!

"Someone!" he roared, pointing to the flower on the ground, who was still asleep, "chop this dead beggar into eight pieces." ”

Immediately through the back door of the temple came two men with knives, and they rushed into the temple without saying a word, and struck at the beggar, who was still lying on the ground.

The knife in the man's hand actually slashed at the floor tile where Hanako was lying just now, and sparks appeared, and Hanako's body just turned on its side naturally, just like all the sleeping people occasionally turn sideways! Seeing this, everyone was still angry, annoyed, and confused, and the man who slashed at the floor with the knife became even more ashamed.

So he and his companions waved the steel knife in their hands, and each slashed seven or eight times on the ground, but the flower child was like a mouse wandering all over the ground, and always happened to dodge the other man's sharp knife. Seeing this, the monk Duan Debiao sneered and said:

"Don't make any more trouble, this is still a master!" As he spoke, he had already pulled out the nine-ring tin staff on the ground, and quickly smashed it towards the beggar on the ground from the sky.

At this smash, the flower still only turned sideways, and opened his eyes, "Stinky monk!" he said, "Your brute strength is not small, why don't you go to plow the field for the peasant uncle?"

When the monk Duan Debiao heard this, he was furious and roared, "What a big boldness," he said, "You dare to treat the poor monk as a cow and look for death!" As he spoke, he pulled the nine-ring tin staff in his hand and was about to pull it back, but he didn't expect the other party to hug the head of his nine-ring tin staff and stand up. When he looked closer, the monk was taken aback, "Ahhhh He exclaimed, "Why, so you've been here a long time ago!"

"Yes!" said Nan Jian, "Smelly monk, I've slept all here." As he spoke, he was slapped in the face with a crackle, making him lightheaded, with smoke in his nine orifices and fire in his seven orifices.

At this moment, Tu Dahu had already called in all the masters who were ambushed on every big tree in the courtyard, "Come in for me," he shouted, "They are already in the temple!"

So, people from outside rushed in. Among them were the swordsman who sold the knife in the afternoon and the swordsman who sold the brown rope, and thirteen men came in, and two men with iron spears in their hands. Wen Qiang knows all these people, and they are all well-known martial artists and darts in Cowherd Town.

Taking advantage of this chaos, the monk also dragged the nine-ring tin staff and flashed to the door to stand! Because he knew the power of the southern sword, and he knew how important it was to seize the door and be ready to leave at any time. (To be continued.) )