Xue Dabao is a man with broad shoulders and a thin waist and an extremely martial appearance, although he is already fifty or sixty years old, but when he starts, he is a tiger.

He walked quickly to Shangguan Jiannan's side and said, "Helper, what are your orders?"

Shangguan Jiannan asked: "Why is the master not in the house, could it be that the 'plague god' has come to the door again?"

Xue Dabao smiled bitterly and said, "The helper expected it to be good, the 'plague god' came yesterday, and the master saw the opportunity early and left the house early. ”

Shangguan Jiannan sighed, and said with some pain: "According to the law, since that 'plague god' is here, he will definitely not leave easily, it seems that we have a good lake villa, and it will be a few days of trouble." ”

The more Yue Wudi listened, the more strange he became, and asked, "Shangguan Gang Master, what is that 'plague god'? Can't you kill such a large group of people? Just let Lord Xin leave home to hide?"

Shangguan Jiannan shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said, "Boy Yue, you don't know anything. The skill of this plague god is really great, if the old man is in his heyday, he can still fight with him, but now, he can't stop him at all. ”

Mo Youming asked strangely, "Couldn't Uncle Xin beat him?"

The wry smile on Shangguan Jiannan's face was even stronger, and he said: "With the master's martial arts, I was not afraid of him, but the master was ashamed of him, and he refused to fight him for anything, so he could only dodge by all means." ”

Yue Wudi's heart moved, the relationship between Mo Youming and Lord Xin, he had never asked before, but now it seemed that her elders were very familiar with Lord Xin.

"Youming, is Master Xin really a martial arts master?" Yue Wudi was a little skeptical.

"Of course. Mo Youming nodded seriously and said, "When I was a child, I heard my father say that when Lord Xin was young, he led more than a dozen people to break through thousands of troops. and once single-handedly entered the camp of the golden soldiers and beheaded a traitor. And then he walked away. ”

Yue Wudi was extremely surprised, he had heard the story of Xin Qi's anger and beheading righteousness in his previous life, but he didn't take it to heart, thinking that it was made up by later generations.

And now it seems that this story could be true?

Shangguan Jiannan also said: "Boy." The little girl is right, my lord's martial arts are strong, even more powerful than in my heyday, do you think what I said before is bluffing you?"

Yue Wudi said: "Where, it's just that this matter is really unexpected by me. In my heart, Master Xin has always been a well-educated bachelor and a Confucian general who worries about the country and the people. Never thought that he was an old man. He even has a high level of martial arts. ”

"There's so much you kid doesn't know. Shangguan Jiannan couldn't help but smile happily when he saw Yue Wudi praising Xin Qiji.

Suddenly, Shangguan Jiannan's face suddenly tightened, and said, "Boy, I'm afraid you have to leave quickly with your little girlfriend, that plague god is here." ”

Not far away, there was a sound of heavy footsteps, and a rough voice scolded and shouted: "Xin Qi Ji! Xin Qi Ji! You come out to the poor monk!"

"You killed my brother, come out quickly. Come out and pay for my brother's life!"

"You have the courage to kill my senior brother, but you don't have the courage to see me. Don't you have the courage to fight me? Senior brother, you died so miserably......" scolded and scolded, and the rough voice suddenly burst out crying.

Yue Wudi was amazed, this style of acting was somewhat similar to that of the old naughty boy.

Seeing that Shangguan Jiannan and Xue Dabao both had strange expressions, presumably this plague god has always been like this.

"Boy. If you don't leave, it's too late. Shangguan Jiannan persuaded.

"It doesn't matter. Yue Wudi smiled and said, "I want to see and see, what is this plague god like?"

As soon as the words fell, at the corner of the house in front of him, a bald monk rushed over. He was about fifty years old, and he was unusually tall and unusual, but he looked crazy.

The bald monk ran while crying, and looked around with his eyes, looking for Xin Qiji.

Seeing someone here, the bald monk immediately stopped crying, his face was full of anger, and he rushed over, shouting: "Where is Xin Qiji, where are you hiding him? Hand it over quickly, or I will tear you apart!"

Shangguan Jiannan said with a straight face: "Little monk, my lord is not at home, we don't know where he went, you don't have to look for it, you don't have to ask us, you go back." ”

The bald monk was furious and said, "You wicked people, you all deserve to die if you shield Xin Qi's disease!"

As he spoke, he opened his hands and pounced, like a brawl between people who don't know martial arts.

Yue Wudi was in his heart, this monk is obviously an extremely advanced martial arts cultivator, how can he be unknown in this world?

That seemingly ordinary pounce actually has great power, and it can turn decay into magic at any time, so that Yue Wudi dare not underestimate it.

was about to make a move to stop the monk, but Shangguan Jiannan greeted him with high spirits, with his hands behind his back, and resisted the bald monk's killing move with his skinny body.

Yue Wudi was shocked, and as soon as his mind moved, he wanted to send out his true qi to block it.

The monk stopped suddenly, his hands had become double-peaked, less than an inch away from Shangguan Jiannan's ears.

The bald monk suddenly burst into tears, crying and saying, "You are not Xin Qiji, you are not killing my senior brother, you should quickly hand over Xin Qiji to me." Otherwise, I will tear down your house. ”

As he spoke, he really bypassed Shangguan Jiannan, walked in front of a rockery, and suddenly split out a palm, the palm was fierce, and the rockery was broken into two, and the upper one flew out.

Then he walked in front of a camphor tree, and his fists came out together, hitting the trunk of the camphor tree, leaving two fist marks directly on the camphor tree, and the leaves and branches fell one after another.

Seeing that the camphor tree did not fall, the bald monk was even more furious, and he was so angry that he shouted: "Xin Qi disease, Xin Qi disease! You see if the poor monk can kill you!"

While shouting, he attacked the camphor tree with all his might, first slapping his palm, cutting a deep black mark on the camphor tree, and then his body rose vertically, and his legs kicked out in a row, leaving small pits on the main trunk of the camphor tree.

Then the palm is like the wind, palm after palm, as if a thousand palms come out together, bombarding the camphor tree, leaving countless palm prints.

In the palm prints in the sky, the bald monk suddenly shouted, and those palm shadows suddenly dissipated, and the bald monk sat on his horse, exhaled and opened his voice, and pushed out a palm, not slowly, and printed on the camphor tree that was full of holes.

Although that camphor tree is as thick as an adult's hug, how can it withstand the destruction of so many stunts by a bald monk, not to mention that his last palm is so powerful, it is almost comparable to the eighteen palms of the descending dragon.

Under the palm of the bald monk, the camphor tree collapsed. (To be continued......)