On the 70th birthday of Lin Gelao, heroes from all over the world gathered here. Those who dare to come up and provoke a scene at this time are either crazy fools, or top masters who really have great magical powers. The man rushed from the outfield of Qingweiju to the door of the cabinet, obviously proving his strength.

Good guy, challenge the Central Plains heroes with the strength of one person, even the master of this young master is not so crazy!

Before they met, Qin Yan had a deep admiration for that person. It was really a good time for that man to come, and there was finally a good show at the long and boring banquet!

Qin Yan couldn't wait to go out and watch the excitement, but when he saw that everyone around him was indifferent and calm, he didn't dare to take the lead. He thought for a while and said to Lin Muyao: "The junior of Fanbang actually offended the majesty of the pavilion boss, it is simply a crime that deserves death. Miss, should we go out and cheer for all the heroes?"

Lin Muyao glanced at him and said, "You don't have to worry about it." What waves can a thief with no eyes make!"

Qin Yan sensibly chose to shut up. That person's might made Young Master Ben feel terrified, not much worse than my master, Miss, do you really treat him as a little thief?

At this time, an angry shout came from outside the hall: "Where did the monk dare to spread wild here!" Then someone shouted and cursed, and soon the sound of fighting sounded.

For a while, I only heard the sound of dragons and tigers, the wind and rain howled, and the sound of the battle between the masters spread far away, like a drum.

Lin Muyao listened attentively for a while, and said, "That monk can let the third brother and the master of the wooden hall make a move together, which is also a bit of a skill." ”

Hearing her say this, Qin Yan felt that he couldn't miss this good show, so he got up and said, "I'll go and serve tea to Miss Mu." So saying, he walked out.

As soon as he reached the door, he saw that the curtain covering the door was blown up by a gust of wind, and a scorching wave of air rushed to his face, causing him to breathe stagnantly, and his whole body seemed to be blown backwards. He struggled to stand his feet, and then he heard the sound of cups and dishes shattering, and he didn't know how many tables had been killed under the strong wind.

The heroes in the hall could no longer sit still, and walked out one after another. Qin Yan raised his eyes and swept it, and saw Yan Moran's handsome face, as well as the dignified and beautiful woman beside him. After a few years, Yan Indifferent's appearance has not changed much compared with the past, and there is a charm of evil in the calm. The woman beside him is also the best in the world, dignified with a little bewitching charm, Qin Yan glanced at the past lightly, and there was an illusion that his soul was about to be reached, so he quickly lowered his head. He was worried that Yan Indifference would recognize himself through the resonance of the spiritual power of the Demon Gate, so he hurriedly concentrated his breath, mixed in with the crowd, and walked outside the hall together.

There were originally a few tables outside the hall, but they had already been dismantled in the battle of the top masters, and the soup and water were all lifted aside. When Qin Yan came out, the three people in the battle had already decided the winner. The tall monk in the crimson monk's robe stood still, while the other two fell back to the sides, stumbling slightly, apparently suffering a great loss.

At this time, when the group of heroes walked out together, the monk immediately turned his eyes to this side, closed the eleven salutes, and grinned: "The poor monk heard that Qingwei Ju is the head of the five righteous sects, the five elements of arrogance and the secret of the Heavenly Dao, and there is also the Buddhist treasure book Mahayana Wanzang Sutra to guard the Central Plains Qi vein. The poor monk came from the wilderness in the southwest, and he specially wanted to borrow the treasure land scriptures to take a look, I wonder if your sect can satisfy the poor monk's small wish?"

"What nonsense is the thief monk talking about!" Lin Muxiao had just suffered a loss under him, and when he heard his arrogant words, he couldn't hold back at the moment, took out the treasure carving bow behind him, opened the bow and set up an arrow, and wanted to shoot it.

Before he could reply, he knew his every move, his index finger curled slightly, pinched a Buddha seal, and said solemnly: "The poor monk came with sincerity and did not want to hurt people's lives. However, if this little benefactor had to be entangled, he would not blame the poor monk for being polite. ”

Lin Muxiao's face was pale, and he gritted his teeth and was about to shoot this arrow, when he suddenly heard Lin Muyang shouting sharply on the steps: "The third stop!"

Lin Muxiao's arm was full of strength, and he looked at the eldest brother with a disapprehensive face, but saw Lin Muyang say fiercely: "You specialize in cultivating a broken moon technique, and you haven't practiced it to the fullest, why do you fight with others!

The eldest brother is like a father. Lin Muyang scolded Lin Muxiao in front of the heroes of the world, and Lin Muxiao had to swallow this breath, silently put away his longbow and retreated to the side.

Yemol made a Buddhist salute to Lin Muyang and said, "This benefactor must be the person in charge of Qingwei Residence, I don't know if he can be the master and lend the scriptures to the poor monks?"

Lin Muyang smiled coldly: "Monk, today is my father's seventieth birthday, I don't want to kill, please leave for the time being, what is there to worry about tomorrow, how about it?"

Yemol pronounced a Buddha horn and said, "The poor monk finally came to visit, how can there be no reason to return in vain." Since the donor has blocked the poor monk from entering the Tao, please forgive the poor monk for being rude!" As the words fell, he slowly raised his arms, his wide arms and sleeves bulged, and he took a solemn step forward.

When the footsteps landed, there was a slight sound, echoing in people's hearts.

The heroes of the world are all here, but this monk treats them as if they are nothing, and he steps out as if he is slapping everyone.

However, the scene of his defeat of the Master of the Wood Hall and the Third Young Master is still in front of him, who has the confidence to be his opponent? If he fails to challenge, won't he lose face in front of the heroes of the world! Even if he has this ability, he thinks that he does not need to work hard for the sake of others. Anyway, everyone was there, and I wasn't the only one who lost face. What's more, I feel that Qingweiju's reputation is too loud, and it is not bad to frustrate its prestige. Aren't you Qingweiju known as the head of the five decent people, someone is bullying the door today, see how you deal with it!

For a while, Qunhao had all kinds of thoughts, and they all fell silent. Lin Muyang didn't know what to think about, so he didn't say anything for a while.

Qin Yan was in the middle of the crowd, feeling the waves of agitation emanating from Yemol, and he was so sad that he was almost suffocating. He couldn't help but regret a little, his old injuries had not healed, and he shouldn't have stood so close with this group of masters. The power of Yemol alone made the aura in his body disordered. If it goes on like this, it's really going to be ugly in public......

After taking three steps, Yemol had already reached the bottom of the steps, and he could clearly see the subtle changes in the expressions on the faces of everyone in front of the hall. He paused for a moment, then bowed his head and said, "If the donors have no objections, please make way out, and the poor monks will go and learn the scriptures by themselves." Otherwise......"

"Otherwise, will the master have to fight and turn this place into a sea of blood?" At this time, someone finally took over Yemol's words. The group of heroes parted on both sides, and the man stepped out of the crowd and walked down to meet Yemol's cold gaze, "If this is the case, there is no difference between the master and the robber who kills and sells goods, how can he be counted as a member of the Buddhist sect?"

This person is Hao Chengang. He walked down the stairs in a few steps and came to Yemol, the two were only half a meter apart, and they could hit each other with a single hand, but they forcibly suppressed the urge to make a move, and only fought with momentum.

Jemol was secretly surprised. He came to the Central Plains to attend the meeting, and he also did a lot of murder and book robbery along the way, including many elders in charge of a certain faction. This time, he thought that Dongtu Wulin was just like that, and he came to Qingweiju to kick the field with a swagger, and after several fierce battles, he found that the heroes of the world were really not to be underestimated, and although several people were defeated by him just now, they were also first-class masters. And the young man in front of him is only a weak crown year, and his momentum is no longer below him, and he is a rare enemy in his life.

Thinking of this, he gathered up his arrogance, pronounced a Buddha name, and said: "The Buddha once made a grand wish to benefit all sentient beings. However, sentient beings are mediocre, entangled in greed, and do not understand the Buddha's compassion. The poor monk is not talented, and he is willing to help the Buddha to overcome the suffering of the world, even if he commits some sins, the poor monk is willing to bear it. Little benefactor, the poor monk looks at your face, it is a rare person born with spiritual roots in a hundred lifetimes, and he is really related to the Buddha, why not take refuge in my religion and prove the fruit of bliss, wouldn't it be beautiful?"

Hao Chengang smiled slightly: "Thank you Master for your kindness, below-" Before he finished speaking, he saw a flash of light in front of him, and one of Yemol's fingers had gone from far to near, pointing directly at his throat.

There was a terrible sound of wind in his ears, and the surrounding world drifted away in an instant, and only that dark finger became the only truth between heaven and earth. When a finger was shot, the evil spirits in hell seemed to move in unison, screaming loudly, and it was extremely terrible.

"Despicable, even sneak attack!"

"It's the Doom Finger of Phantom Island!

All the reminders seemed too late, and that finger hit Hao Chengang's throat without hindrance, penetrating deeply, with a soul-seducing aura, to shatter his vitality. As Jemol had wished, where he pointed, the other man's form turned into powdery dust, shattered with the wind. And at the same time as the alarm rose in his breast, a palm glowing white struck from his right side, imprinted on his shoulder without any fancy and solid, and the vast power rushed to him. His body trembled, the big red monk's robe fluttered and flew, and a short body took out of Haochengang's palm, and his figure flashed to the periphery of the clearing in a shaking, and finally broke away from Haochengang's pursuit.

One attack and one dodge, neither of them was injured, and it seemed to be a draw. But Yemol knew he had lost a move.

"The person just now used the method of 'breaking karma and giving up delusion'. Is that monk from Phantom Island?"

"Impossible, Phantom Island only accepts female disciples. He must have learned it halfway......"

In the midst of the discussion, the face of a lightly veiled girl beside Qin Yan became extremely ugly. She clenched her fists and stared at the figure of the monk in the field, her eyes almost bursting with fire.