The man with the scar muttered, "How can there be only one? ”

The night owl said: "After all, the surname Sun has limited ability, and it is already good to be able to get this portrait of Concubine Yan." ”

"There is also a possibility that the person surnamed Sun scattered things and hid them in different places, and this Wutong Temple is just one of them. ”

It's a pity that the surnamed Sun doesn't know which gutter to hide in, so he can't ask him for clarification for a while. ”

The man with the scar was silent, his head bowed, as if pondering something difficult to decide.

The night owl urged: "Brother Ma, this place may attract the attention of other people, shall we go back first?"

The scar man nodded and smiled: "Well, it's not too early, we should also hit the road!"

The night owl heard that his tone was different, and his heart was not good, so as long as he pulled out and retreated, he suddenly saw the cold light shining in front of him, and he couldn't open his eyes at all.

The man with the scar pulled out the long sword behind his back.

The first sword of the Spring and Autumn Period, Zhan Lu.

The blade broke free from the sheath, and the spilled out of the forest flames instantly made everything in the temple lose its color.

The night owl couldn't see, and in his haste of running, he suddenly heard a sneer in his ear, followed by a cold air that penetrated his chest, and drained all his strength.

The night owl turned his head, his eyes widened, and hissed, "You, you, why ......"

The man with the scar said lightly: "The price offered by Jingshi Meizhai to Concubine Ming is 350,000, and if it is not exploited and sold directly to the Zhi family, it can be sold for about 400,000." There were four of us, 100,000 taels each. Dude, do you think your life is worth it?"

The night owl's face slowly twisted, his legs trembled, and he slowly fell. His eyes were not closed, and his mouth was open, and it seemed that he still had a lot to say. It's a pity that he can only breathe out after all.

The man with the scar drew his sword back into its sheath, leaned over and tore open the night owl's clothes and pants, and carefully searched it from head to toe.

Before he could find the beautiful painting worth 400,000 taels, a clear voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "The surname is Ma, it's not beautiful if you do this." ”

With a squeak, a handsome young man in a bright yellow silk shirt and a young swordsman in white walked into the house one after another. The two of them were shrouded in a mist of true qi, and they came from the pouring rain outside, but they were not wet at all. This alone made the pupils of the scarred man shrink by a few points.

When he saw the faces of the two and recognized their identities, the suspicion in his heart couldn't help but show on his face. These two uninvited guests were the famous Xiao Meng Xiang Fengchao and the white-clothed Xiu Lu Yuqing in Ebony Town, and it was Xiao Meng Wei who spoke out just now.

"The eldest brother is guarding outside, how did these two people get in......?"

'No, it can't be! Big Brother is such a character, there are only a handful of people in the town who can be his opponent, even if he is defeated, he can calmly get out. It's just that why hasn't the eldest brother made a sound until now?'

The scar man instantly turned a few thoughts in his heart, slowly stood up, stared at Xiao Meng, and said, "Uncle Ma, what's not beautiful?"

Xiao Meng tasted: "People are not beautiful, and the means are not beautiful!"

"Really?" said the scarred man with raised eyebrows, "It seems that Xiang Gongzi thinks he is very beautiful?"

Xiao Meng smiled faintly: "Of course." ”

While talking to Xiao Mengwei, the man with the scar secretly searched for the location of the eldest brother outside the temple. When he sensed that the fierce and violent aura was still in place, his mind settled down and grinned: "Then, after today, Xiang Gongzi may not be beautiful!"

Xiao Meng was not annoyed, Lu Yuqing beside him took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Childe, I took care of this madman first!"

Outside the temple.

It's dark.

Cheng Gang stood quietly in the rainstorm, like a silent statue.

The raindrops that poured down seemed to feel the incomparable ferocity hidden in this statue, and they parted to both sides three feet above his head, not daring to wet his person at all.

Cheng Gang watched Xiao Meng and the two walk into the temple, but he didn't stop him. Ten paces away from him stood another person, an old man in dark robes and a gloomy face.

"Bloody Zhou Tibetan Zen Guan Xiu, sideburns Xiao Qing turbid ghost broken intestines. ”

Zhou Buping, the junior disciple of the hall master, is an unexpected opponent for Cheng Gang, and it is also an opponent that is enough to make him jealous. Cheng Gang didn't expect that with this old-timer's identity and family business, he would also be interested in the little things that Sun Buren had at hand.

The two stood silently in the rain, and after a long time, Cheng Gang took the lead in speaking: "Why did the predecessors come to this muddy water?"

The momentum exuded from Zhou Buping's thin body was a little more fierce than that of Cheng Gang, a big man in Angzang, and he said expressionlessly: "The old man has his own reasons. ”

Cheng Gang looked at Zhou Buping deeply, and said slowly: "This thing, contemptible people are determined to get it." Can the seniors be accommodating, and the contemptible people will definitely remember the kindness of the seniors this time?"

Zhou Buping shook his head: "This is exactly what the old man wants to say." ”

"The seniors refused to give in at all?"

"If you turn around and leave, the old man owes you once. ”

The resolute lines of Cheng Gang's face turned cold, his thin lips turned slightly, and he said, "In other words, you have to fight?"

"Whether to fight or not depends on your choice ......"

Cheng Gang snorted, and a chain burning with purple-black flames poked out of his sleeve, and the triangular prismatic thorn at the very front was like a python's head, with the breath of blood and death, and shot towards Zhou Buping's chest.

This old man has a great name and is extremely arrogant, but Cheng Gang, as the second disciple of the Demon Sect, has never served anyone, and this time he has to weigh the other party's catties.

Zhou Buping did not disappoint him.

Seeing the chains attacking like a giant python, the old man was not in a hurry, his left arm was bent at the elbow, and his right palm was pushed forward, just by posing in this posture, there was an extremely strong momentum emanating from his body, as if it was not a person standing there, but a majestic mountain!

Cheng Gang's pupils narrowed suddenly. He had already accumulated a wave of stormy attacks, but when he felt the aura of the other party, his heart was terrified, and the other chains hidden in his body could not be pierced out for a while.

The chain hit Zhou Buping's fleshy palm. Zhou Buping did not dodge or dodge, stood with five fingers, and launched it blatantly. The wizened body swung out the palm technique, but it was the most rigid and fierce, faintly there was the sound of a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, and the swift chain was slapped by him, like a withered twig, and the netherworld flame at the tip of the chain was even weakened a little.

This understatement also stirred up a violent wind, and the air whistled past Cheng Gang's face, and the hat on top of his head trembled uneasily.

If it were an ordinary person, just this empty palm ten steps away would be enough to shatter his internal bones. But Cheng Gang took this blow, but his burly body was as majestic as a mountain and did not move.