"What?" Sima Lin knew that Chu Feng really didn't laugh, but as if Xingshi was asking for guilt, he hugged his fists and said, "I don't dare to doubt the origin of this green bee nail, but I'm not afraid of the world's heroic jokes: don't say that the respected master Gu Gongwugong has no chance to ask for advice, just saying that Chu Shaoxia has an iron sword, Sima Lin is not an opponent, where did the evil things like Wanhuilou do?"

Chu Feng waited for him to finish before he continued: "This green bee nail was not found below. Sima Lin opened his mouth to ask, but Chu Feng didn't wait for him to ask, so he said, "Judge Shan is anxious for justice and righteousness, and when he heard that this gate had suffered such a catastrophe, he rushed to Jincheng overnight. After the thieves killed people and set fires, they must have cleaned up the 'Wanhui Tower' again and again, but they couldn't find all the hidden weapons they spilled. ”

Sima Lin's mouth was a little dry after hearing this, he said before that he "didn't dare to doubt", but in fact, he was already saying, "Who knows where you found this green bee nail". Who knew that this green bee nail was actually found from the Wanhui Building from Shan Zheng, who was known as the "iron mask", Sima Lin shouted "wronged" in his heart, but he didn't dare to say that Shan Zheng had committed perjury and wanted to attack him Qingcheng faction.

Chu Feng ignored the smile on Sima Lin's face that had stiffened for a long time, and said: "Originally, Judge Shan acted cautiously, and when he first met in Luoyang City when he mourned the deputy gang leader of Ma, he was not completely sure, so he first pressed down this green bee nail and did not mention it to Zaixia. "In fact, Shan Zheng just felt that Chu Feng's martial arts had not yet been completed, and he was the only one in the Northern Sect, so how could he let him directly party with Qingcheng. But now that Chu Feng said it, it seemed that Shan Zheng didn't want to wronged the Qingcheng faction.

Sima Lin knew that Chu Feng had not finished speaking, so he still hugged his fists towards Shan Zheng. It's kind of thankful for his prudence.

"Who knew that at the foot of the Shaolin Mountain, the single judge was in danger of being poisoned, but fortunately the Shaolin monk Master Xuansheng rescued him and got out of danger. Chu Feng followed his words and said slowly, "Judge Shan was outnumbered, and he was ruthlessly beaten and unconscious. It is also said that it is also a good man, and Doctor Xue is just at least Lin, and his magic hands can rejuvenate himself. ”

Sima Lin was worried. I only know that Chu Feng said that Shan Zheng was injured. It must have something to do with him Qingcheng, but it only stopped there, and when he was hesitating, he heard Chu Feng say: "It's a coincidence." The single judge was hit by a hidden weapon. It's a green bee nail again. ”

"The single judge received a trick on the temple......"

Chu Feng hadn't finished speaking. Sima Lin had already hurriedly asked, "Is it the 'Moon Breaking Cone'?"

The group of heroes was in an uproar, and they didn't want to say in their hearts: "Sima Lin is dizzy, this kind of thing is actually rushing to catch it on himself?" The world's martial arts attack this temple is not much, but it is really little. There were even more people who had received Shan Zheng's kindness in the past, so they only showed the blade in their hands and forced them towards the Qingcheng faction.

Sima Lin laughed miserably, and then said: "Chu Shaoxia noble people forget a lot of things, don't you really remember why our faction went to listen to the perfume pavilion outside Gusu City and on the Taihu Lake?" Speaking of this, Sima Lin's voice suddenly became louder, and he shouted: "After the Qingming Festival, the Xuanbei Divine Monk died and became famous under the 'Great Wei Tuo Pestle', and everyone thought of the Gusu Murong Shichuan 'returning the other way to the other'. ”

Chu Feng didn't interrupt Sima Lin either, and listened to him continue: "A few months ago, my ancestor Sima Wei died of a violent illness, and many good friends came to incense his old man's house. In fact, his old man's body has always been healthy, but he was used by someone to use a perfect 'Moon Breaking Cone' internal force to penetrate his brain and kill him!"

broke the moon cone with one move, first killed the former head of the Qingcheng faction, and then almost took the life of the "iron-faced judge" Shan Zheng. The group of heroes didn't know what the situation was, but everyone knew in their hearts that something must have gone wrong with this Qingcheng faction, the former head of the family died under the "Broken Moon Cone", it can still be said that Gusu Murong "returned his body", but how could this "return his body" still fall to Shan Tiemian?

"Master Sima!" Chu Feng greeted, watching the eyes of the head of Qingcheng take back from the stands, and also said loudly, "Qingcheng is a peerless legend, and it shouldn't have been said by me as an outsider. However, these two green bee nails, one move to break the moon cone, are related to dozens of unjust souls in this sect, what is the rudeness, if the head of Sima wants to be surprised, Chu Feng also has to ask. ”

Sima Lin could hear that the hostility in Chu Feng's words didn't seem to be as direct as he imagined, but Chu Feng forced him to say the leakage of Qingcheng's martial arts as a hero in the world, and those two words "no blame" couldn't be said. It took him a while before he squeezed out a sentence and said, "Actually, today Chu Shaoxia helped our faction capture that traitor, and I think it is also the guidance of Master Gu Gong in the dark!"

Chu Feng said: "Traitor?

"Exactly!" Sima Lin broke the jar a little, "It's that turtle son, a white-eyed wolf who can't be raised, he will definitely do this trick 'Breaking Moon Cone';

Chu Feng said: "So, I should go and ask this master?"

Sima Lin squinted at the big wooden shed of the Penglai faction not far away, and sneered: "I don't know if this turtle son has passed on his martial arts to his pro-Laozi...... "The pro-Laozi of the turtle son is naturally the eighth thousand-year-old king."

The Qingcheng faction was almost wiped out by the Penglai faction some time ago, and the warriors in Sichuan later worked together to drive the Penglai faction back who bullied the door, and someone shouted at the moment: "What kind of martial arts of the Qingcheng faction, his grandmother's Penglai faction, knows better than the Qingcheng faction!" Although the Qingcheng faction blushed when he heard it, he had to admit it.

Du Lingzi, the head of the Penglai faction, still had a hateful smile on his face, and said disdainfully: "The surname has spent decades of hard work, and I have pondered thousands and hundreds of times about the confrontation between our faction and the Qingcheng faction over the past hundred years. What you said is really true, what kind of martial arts of the Qingcheng faction, our Penglai faction may really know more!"

The Qingcheng faction and this Penglai faction have a grudge, and then listen to their witty words, they are immediately furious, and the weapons in their sleeves are immediately taken out; the boss of the Penglai faction on the opposite side is not slow to show his blades; the two factions are all big factions that have been inherited for hundreds of years, and they have made a lot of friends, and for a time there are three or four percent of the people who have shown their weapons together, and all kinds of local dialects from Tiannan and Haibei are also colorful!

Bai Shijing saw that there seemed to be chaos under the ring, and he also felt that his scalp was numb for a while, so he wanted to call the law enforcement disciples to come over, and to suppress this momentum before everyone really started.

Who knew that there was a big chaos in the martial arts arena, although he Bai Shijing was anxious, but some people were excited when they heard the excitement, and before the people arrived, the voice came first: "Whoever wants to fight, come and have a few tricks with me!"

That person's body method can also be regarded as a "fast" word, and the voice will fall, and the figure has already fallen on the ring.

I don't know whose sharp eyes saw the thin black figure of the man, and shouted: "The fourteenth! The fourteenth is coming!" (To be continued......