The hall was suddenly silent, and the group of heroes all looked at Huiqing and Guang together, Cheng Ruoguang was not in the hall, and everyone was the only one who looked at the two of them, but the two of them still bowed their heads and chanted, ignoring the prospects. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hey! If you die, you will die! If you die, your reputation will be used again! Anyway, my old Xu is lonely!" Xu Dahai strode to the right and looked at Lan Daoxin proudly.

Immediately, a few people cheered loudly and walked over, but most of them were unimpressed, one was that they were all alone, and the other was that these people were reckless.

"National teacher, marshal!" A voice came from the top of the main hall, "Cheng Ruoguang has been arrested!"

These words were like a plate of cold water, extinguishing a little flame of hope in Cheng Ruofei's heart, she knew that her brother was caught and had little luck, and as the wife of Ling Chaozong, she not only had to take care of the face of the Ling family, but also could not lose the face of the Cheng family, so she strode to the right.

Qunhao saw that Cheng Ruofei didn't let the women shave their eyebrows, and they were even more arrogant than men, and immediately more than a dozen people walked over.

"Amitabha, a stinky skin, what's the use of keeping it!" Liao Guang suddenly stood up and strode to the right.

Immediately afterwards, Huiqing also stood up, Sanjing followed him to the right, Nangong Shaoyou dragged Murong Feifei with one hand, and Song Wan'er with the other strode to the right.

Murong Feifei struggled hard, wanting to take his hand out, but Nangong Shaoyou's hand was like an iron hoop, and he walked to the right, Nangong Shaoyou took Murong Feifei into his arms, and protected her head with one hand, and finally she didn't resist, but hugged him tightly, while Song Wan'er held his hand and stood aside.

For a while, more than forty people in the main hall walked to the right, and there were twelve people standing alone on the left, all of whom lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the other side.

"Straight thief! Lu Xiong, you turtle-egg! You are so greedy for life and afraid of death, Lao Tzu is blind with a pair of dog eyes, and he actually worships you as a brother!"

It was Hong Jun, the strange man of Yandang Mountain, who spoke, and after speaking, he gave himself two loud slaps, took out two knives, and cut them on his robe.

On the other side, Lu Xiong said with a guilty face: "Brother Hong, I have a ..... Alas!" finally still couldn't speak.

"Good, very good!" Lan Daoxin stood up and raised his right hand.

Nangong Shaoyou felt a tightness in his arm, knowing that Song Wan'er was about to attack, he said softly, "Feifei, I don't know why you misunderstood, I hope that in the next life you and I can be the branches, like the winged bird." With that, he gently pushed her off his chest and took her little hand with one hand.

Murong Feifei's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance, "Born as a member of your family, die as a ghost of your family!"

And both Guang and Huiqing are monks' robes rose slightly, obviously full of internal strength.

"Slow!" I saw that Fan Zizhu grabbed Lan Daoxin's raised arm with one hand.

"Fan Zizhu, why are you doing this?" Lan Daoxin immediately took two steps back, a look of surprise on his face.

"Don't be suspicious of the Lan Guoshi!" he immediately analyzed, "I heard that Shaolin is the master in the martial arts, and Shaolin is the first in the Shaolin - Wen-Zhi--Xiang, and today I have the fate to meet with the majority of teachers, and this Shuai will definitely have a competition with him to solve the hatred of his life." ”

Lan Daoxin heard him say this, and his face softened slightly, "Originally, the stakes were very high, and there could be no delay for half a minute, but since the Chaotian King has spoken, my brother will naturally comply, please!"

"Amitabha!

"Master, please slow down", Huiqing stepped forward and said, "Martial arts are respected by Shaolin, followed by Wudang Emei, today Fan Shi mainly competes with Shaolin monks, and first defeats the poor nun." ”

Huiqing knew that Guangren was very upright and didn't know how to transfer, so he asked him to compete with Fan Zizhu, and he would definitely go all out, and he would soon be able to distinguish the winner and loser, if he fought by himself, even if he couldn't win this person, but he fought slowly, he should be able to fight for an hour or two, and he could be regarded as struggling at any time, gaining a little time, and seeing if the Buddha would be merciful, someone would come to the rescue or what would happen.

"That's right, in the martial arts, Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, and the beggar gang are respected, at this moment Wudang Lingyun is your person, and the beggar gang Cheng Protector has also been calculated by you, and can only be fought by Emei, Shaolin on our behalf, if Mao Ziyuan's Sanyuan Sect is afraid of Emei's prestige, anyway, we are already meat with the chopping board, and the majority of teachers don't have to compare, just see the arrows." Nangong Shaoyou immediately said loudly.

The heroes in the main hall immediately responded, but how could the two Dharma Kings of the Three Yuan Sect be mediocre people, where could they not guess everyone's thoughts, Lan Daoxin said loudly:

"Nangong Shaoyou, how can you call the name of the sect leader of this sect!"

"Well, that's right, Mao Ziyuan, the shrunken turtle, borrowed the name of Young Master Ben, and I haven't calculated it with him yet, okay, I'll have a fight with you Lan Daoxin today!"

"Phew!" Fan Zizhu roared, shaking everyone's hearts, "At this moment, it is up to us to decide whether you live or die, and you can't say much, great monk, please make a move!"

"Master, please be careful!" said Hui Qingdao.

"Amitabha!" said a Buddha call, "Chaotian, Zizhu are all holy relics in front of Guanzi, but at this moment they are demons, and the little monk should use Buddhism to subdue demons!"

"Whew!" Fan Zizhu saw that a monk and a nun were still talking, and he couldn't bear it anymore and punched him.

Guang's left palm rose, and if there was nothing, he lightly dissolved his fist of the mountain rubble, and a burst of cheers erupted in the hall.

"Okay!" Fan Zizhu ignored everyone's voices, but his face showed a magical color, like a child seeing candy.

"Whew, whew, whew" three punches in a row, as if opening a stele cracking a stone, the fist wind rolled up the plates on the table and fell to the ground, and the faces of the people who were watching close to the watch were scraped with a faint pain, and they retreated.

For a while, the Ya Que in the main hall was silent, everyone had always been very contemptuous of the Three Yuan Sect, and they had to praise at this moment, "No wonder this Demon Sect can fight with the major factions for decades, and it will be prosperous for a long time, and it can indeed produce many people inside." ”

The strength of Fan Zizhu's fist continued to strengthen, like a meteorite meteorite in the sky, but Li Guang's palm technique was like a calm sea, the meteorite fell, only a trace of ripples were seen, but there was an undercurrent hidden inside.

After more than 100 moves, the palace is all big experts, and they have already seen that Guang has the upper hand, although they know that as long as he wins, his death will come, but he very much hopes that this great monk can kill Fan Zizhu with one palm, and let out a bad breath for everyone.

"Master, kill him!" I don't know who shouted!

"Kill him, kill him!" shouted in unison in the hall!

Fan Zizhu suddenly threw four punches in a row, forcing Guang to take a step, and then separated his feet, luckily dantian, and roared with the magic skill of "roaring towards the sky".

With his hands folded, his monk's robes fluttered, like a Buddha, and his mouth shouted Buddha's name, "Amitabha!"

When saying the word "Buddha", carry on the Shaolin magic skill, with the "lion roar" of the gong issued, Buddhism often says that when the stick drinks, the wide this trick is the same way.

I could only hear a loud "pop!" between the two of them, and two powerful air currents surged out to both sides, and the two tables were immediately shattered, and debris flew everywhere.

"Amitabha", with his palms together, he slowly retreated into the crowd, Fan Zizhu stroked his chest with his left hand, and with a "wow" sound, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body shook, and he almost wanted to fall.

"Hmph, useless person, leave you to do something!Master, there is one more Chaotian King on the Netherworld Road as your companion!" (To be continued.) )