Who is missing in Chapter 123?

On a dirt slope hundreds of miles away from Shaomu Mountain, a camp is located in it. The camp was lit with fires and tents. The tent in the center of the tent was so tall and ornate that it stood out as if it stood out from the crowd, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the person in charge of the camp was among them.

The camp here is heavily defended like a military camp, with a large number of people guarding the front of the camp, patrolling the camp constantly, and many people hidden in the shadows, and no wind can escape their eyes.

In the main tent, Zhang Feng sat on a futon at the top and closed his eyes to recuperate, while an old monk lay in the corner. Unlike Zhang Feng, he was bound by thick iron chains, like zongzi.

"Humph!"

Suddenly, the old monk snorted, his face suddenly turned pale, his whole body trembled, and the sweat of beans rolled down his cheeks, soaking the monk's robe on his body.

Zhang Feng's eyes opened, and he stared at the old monk for a while before he got up and came behind him, his right palm stretched out against his back.

The old monk was hit three times in a row, especially the palm of the Demon Lord, which almost killed him. However, although the old monk is still alive, his internal organs are already bleeding, and the big points in his body have been hit by Zhang Feng, and he can't mobilize the slightest internal force to heal his injuries. If I don't receive treatment again, I'm afraid I'll have to go to the west to see my Buddha coming.

The old monk's martial arts were unfathomable, and it was naturally impossible for Zhang Feng to unlock his acupoints. For a master like him, once the acupuncture point is solved, it is very difficult to think about it again. After all, once you master your own internal force, move the meridians a little and change the acupoints, the meridians in the body will change greatly, how can you be hit again?

With the drive of Zhang Feng's internal force, a wisp of white smoke came out of the heads of the two people, slowly rising upward, the white smoke condensed at a distance of one foot above the heads of the two people, and the temperature in the entire tent gradually increased with the appearance of white smoke.

A cup of tea time passed. Zhang Feng suddenly withdrew his palm, and his body shook and appeared on the futon.

Burst!

At the moment when Zhang Feng's palm was withdrawn, the old monk suddenly spurted out a mouthful of black blood, which was bloody and black, staining the ground black. As the blood in his body spurted out, the old monk's pale face was much more rosy.

"What a handsome kung fu, what a magical internal force. The old monk exclaimed. In a short period of time, one of his feet that had stepped into the ghost gate had been withdrawn.

"Thank you for the compliment!" Zhang Feng smiled lightly.

"The donor is so young, and he has actually reached this point, such an amazing talent. It's amazing! It's a pity, it's ......a pity," the old monk sighed long. It's a pity that he is naturally a talented person, and he actually fell into the Demon Dao, which is not only a big loss for the rivers and lakes, but also a nightmare for martial arts.

Zhang Feng's smile faded, and his eyes stared at the old monk.

"How do you know I'm very young?" Zhang Feng squinted and said.

"A person's eyes can reflect a person's age, and I guess you're no more than thirty years old. The old monk said.

Zhang Feng listened. Nodding. Newborn babies have clear and bright eyes, while old people have cloudy eyes. The age of the body can be seen.

"Donor, the poor monk has something to understand, I don't know if I can solve the poor monk's confusion?" Although the old monk was reduced to a prisoner, he did not have the slightest anxiety. On the contrary, he was calm.

"Say!"

"The poor monk has not stepped into the rivers and lakes for forty years, how do you know that the poor monk is in the Shaolin Temple. The old monk asked. He felt that this demon lord had come to arrest him.

Zhang Feng glanced at the old monk lightly. Apparently he did not want to answer the question.

"Why did you arrest the poor monk, if you think the poor monk is a threat to you, you can kill the poor monk. Lao He continued to dig deeper.

"We don't have any grudges, but I have a problem that I need your help with, so I have to make this decision to arrest you. Zhang Feng said.

"Really?" the old monk smiled noncommittally. He naturally knew that what the Demon Monarch said was not a good thing, but if he was caught, would he be able to coerce himself into compromise? Now that he had already put life and death on the line, he didn't know what could threaten him, so the old monk only took the Demon Lord's words as wind in his ears.

"What I wanted to do, I never didn't succeed. The Demon Lord smiled confidently.

The old monk smiled lightly at this, obviously unimpressed by the Demon Lord's words. Although he didn't say it, Zhang Feng also knew what he meant. 'If I don't want to do something, it's useless for anyone to force me. ’

At this moment, Feng Lin's voice came from outside.

"Sect Master, my subordinates have something to report. ”

"Come in!" Zhang Feng said.

Lifting Wei Bu, Feng Lin strode in, his eyes swept over the old monk in the corner, and then fixed on Zhang Feng. After bowing, Feng Lin then spoke up: "Sect Master, the eight layers of people who have come to participate in the Heroes Conference have already fallen into our hands. ”

"In addition to You Tanzhi, the Beggar Gang, Zhongyi Villa, Gusu Murong Family, Wutai Mountain Qingliang Temple, Taiyi Faction, Taibei Faction, Barberry Faction, Qingcheng Faction, etc. "The old monk is already a prisoner, and Feng Lin doesn't shy away from him at all.

"You must know that there are no less than 3,000 people who come, and there are about 300 people who escape on the first floor. Zhang Feng's index finger lightly tapped his thigh and said in a deep voice.

"Only do your best!" Feng Lin nodded and said.

"Good hand, are you going to wipe out the righteous path of martial arts, and you are the only demon lord in the rivers and lakes?" The old monk couldn't help but gasp when he heard the conversation between the two, it was the first time he heard that the form outside was so grim.

"So what? No, you're already my prisoner, and now you should be concerned about yourself. Zhang Feng snorted.

"Amitabha, as the so-called evil does not prevail over good, although the poor monk becomes your subordinate prisoner and cannot stop you, but if you provoke the anger of the heavens and people, I believe that there are still people in the world who can subdue you. The old monk sighed.

"Can anyone subdue me?" Zhang Feng sneered. "Are you talking about Wuyazi, or Li Qiushui, or Tianshan Tong's grandmother?"

"You know them?" the old monk was slightly surprised. To say that the Demon Lord knew about Tianshan Tong's grandmother, the old monk would not be surprised. After all, Grandma Tong herself is in the Tianshan Mountains, and there are not a few people who know it. But now that the Demon Lord actually knows about Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui, who have disappeared for more than forty years, how can this not surprise Honest?

However, thinking that he had lived in seclusion in Shaolin Temple for more than 40 years and had been known to him, it was not strange to know Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui, and he was relieved to think of this old monk.

"Since you know the three of them, you should know their martial arts. Although the poor monks have not seen them for decades, it is conceivable that their martial arts are even more unfathomable, and they are not under the poor monks. The old monk said.

"Haha!" Zhang Feng suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" The old monk suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart when he saw the Demon Lord happy. Since this demon lord knows that the three of them can still laugh now, it is obvious that he has a way to deal with it.

"Sue you, Wu Yazi died half a year ago. Tianshan Tong's grandmother has now also become my subordinate prisoner, and I am locked up in the Divine Sect, and when you arrive at the Divine Sect, you will be able to be her companion, as for Li Qiushui, ......" The corner of Zhang Feng's mouth showed a wicked smile.

"What's wrong with her?" the old monk's voice was a little nervous.

"Li Qiushui and Wu Yazi gave birth to a woman named Li Qingluo, and this Li Qingluo is precisely my wife, do you think the mother-in-law will deal with her son-in-law?" Zhang Feng sneered.

"No!" the old monk smiled bitterly. He has been looking for Li Qiushui for decades, and now he suddenly heard that he was married to Wuyazi, and his heart was both sad and happy, like mixed tastes.

"Are you married?" the old monk muttered in a low voice.

Zhang Feng suddenly frowned, and looked at the old monk in surprise. He suddenly felt that this old monk was a little different from before, but he couldn't tell the difference.

Zhang Feng didn't know that he solved the old monk's doubts, so that the old monk's obsession for many years was eliminated.

"Amitabha, thank you to the donor for solving the doubts of the poor monk, the poor monk is grateful!" Although the old monk was tied all over, he still looked solemn, which made people feel a sense of awe in their hearts.

Zhang Feng also knew him at this moment, and he seemed to have really done him a great favor.

"But the poor monk has to remind you, there is one more person you missed!" the old monk smiled happily.

"Who?" Zhang Feng said curiously.

The old monk smiled and said nothing.

Hmph! Zhang Feng also knew that since this monk didn't want to say it, it was useless to force him, although he didn't know who that person was, but Zhang Feng didn't care, because of his confidence in his martial arts. (To be continued......)