"Um?"

The monks who were chatting all looked at Zhao Lang. After thinking about the sign on his cuff, their expressions changed slightly. They were chatting behind their backs, but they were heard by the monks of the Huanxi Demon Sect. They felt a little regretful. The monk who was the most excited just now closed his mouth and looked at Zhao Lang with a bitter smile on his face.

Ning Qiben was fascinated by the side. When he heard that the Demon Lord Huanxi had broken his legs, he suddenly felt that the decision to release that guy was very correct, fighting against four! With such an existence, his combat power was probably stronger than that of the five Yuan Zuns and others. Perhaps it could really bring some minor trouble to the Daoyan Immortal Emperor!

"Why? I don't say anything? Who gave you the courage to ask you to discuss the leader of my sect?"

Zhao Lang's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Brother, I can't really be a false discussion. Many monks have seen this with their own eyes. Every sentence we just said is the truth."

The other party smiled bitterly.

"The truth? Do you really think I am a fool? Who in this world can defeat my sect leader by fighting one against four? If you don't give me an explanation about this matter today, don't think about leaving here!"

Zhao Lang said coldly.

"Don't bully people too much. Since we have come here, we don't take our lives too seriously. Do you really think you are a cultivator of the Huanxi Demon Sect, so don't we dare to attack you?"

The other party was angered by Zhao Lang's words, and seven or eight people stood up and looked at Zhao Lang with a fierce look.

Zhao Lang's expression changed, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. Some monks knew his identity but dared to be so disrespectful. He was about to get angry, but Duanmu Chong and You Feng stopped him. The two asked the group of monks a few words. The other party told the things that happened in the Dead Valley. The monks in the ruined temple looked very wonderful, half-believing and half-doubting.

"So many things happened in the Dead Man's Valley..."

Bu Shaofeng was shocked and regretted not seeing this spectacular fight with his own eyes, which could razed the Dead Valley to the ground. The battle was definitely very exciting, but if he knew that the cause of this battle was entirely because of the senior around him, he would probably not think so.

"Impossible. The leader of my sect is a peerless strong man. How could someone cut off his legs? If I learned that this was something you were spreading rumors, and if you escape to the ends of the world, my Huanxi Demon Sect would not let you go!"

Zhao Lang still didn't believe it, but he didn't plan to delve into it. Because he considered his current situation and was indeed not suitable to fight with others, he threw down a harsh word and sat down cross-legged.

Seeing this, the other party looked a little ugly, and he snorted in his heart, and then continued to chat. However, the one who talked the most was the Yuanzun of the Immortal. After all, with the lessons of the past, it is not good to talk about the Demon Lord Huanxi and the others, so they changed their perspective. From the perspective of the Yuanzun of the Immortal, many monks were attracted by the stories they told and listened to them.

Bu Shaofeng and his sister listened the most seriously, and their ears trembled from time to time. When they heard the wonderful things, they were dancing.

boom!

A huge thunder sounded again from the sky.

"It's going to rain soon, those guys are coming out again, right?"

A female cultivator stared blankly outside the dilapidated temple with a little sad look. She probably had a friend who died here.

"It's here! Fortunately, I've caught up!"

A familiar voice came from outside the door. Tukong, Zhang Qinghua and Ji Kui flashed into the room, with a look of gratitude on their faces. As soon as they entered the dilapidated temple, raindrops as big as beans suddenly appeared outside, but the color of these raindrops was not transparent, but blood-red, as bright as blood!

Everyone glanced at Tukong and the other two, curled their lips and ignored them.

"Brother Tukong, there is a seat here, let's sit here."

The seat chosen by Ji Kui was not far from Ning Qi. When the three of them walked here, their expressions were stunned and they looked at Ning Qi in disbelief.

"Xuan, Brother Xuanbei? Why are you here?"

Tu Kong looked at Ning Qi in amazement, feeling incredible in his heart. How could Ning Qi, who had long died, reappear here?

Zhang Qinghua reacted very quickly and secretly gave Ji Kui a wink. They had to beware. After all, Tukong had betrayed Ning Qi before. If Ning Qi was in mind, he would probably take the opportunity to take revenge!

A hint of mocking flashed in Ning Qi's eyes, and he smiled lightly: "I'm fast, isn't I?"

"This...haha, I knew that Brother Xuanbei was fast enough to not die in the Dead Valley. I didn't expect that we would see each other again. It was a fate..."

Tukong nodded without laughing, then sat down with Zhang Qinghua and the other two girls, but was afraid in his heart. Ning Qi's words just now were obviously mocking him for the excuse of Ning Qi's fast speed at that time, and then betrayed Ning Qi neatly.

"Fifty, exactly fifty people. If someone comes, the number will exceed that. But it has started to rain now, so no one should have come in, right?"

Bu Shaofeng was very nervous about the number of people and counted it again.

As a result, he came whatever he wanted. A group of monks broke into the dilapidated temple, with about ten people. Zhao Lang looked at the group of monks and showed a hint of joy on his face.

"It seems like..."

Xiao Wuye frowned.

"It doesn't matter if it's full, just throw a few people out."

Zhan Donglai sneered.

"You can throw it away."

Fu Ji smiled.

"Amitabha."

Shakyamuni Ruye clasped his hands together.

In addition to these four people, the other seven or eight people were also disciples of the seven major sects. It can be seen from their clothes that Zhao Lang and the other two quickly got up.

"You got out of that restriction? Where are the others?"

Duanmu Chong asked with a frown.

"We are lucky, it will take some time for others to come out first."

Xiao Wuye said lightly, his eyes scanning the ruined temple. Many monks felt a little uneasy when they saw this, especially those with relatively low cultivation levels. The number of people in the ruined temple has exceeded fifty people, and more than a dozen people must be eliminated, and they are likely to be thrown out by the other party.

The seven or eight cultivators who had had a quarrel with Zhao Lang before immediately lowered their heads. If they were not afraid of Zhao Lang and the others before, it was because Zhao Lang and the others were only three, but now it was different. This group of cultivators who arrived were either the Six Paths of Reincarnation Sect or the Yin-Yang Sect. Even the monks from Zhan Sect and Jiusha Ancient Temple had cultivators. If there was a conflict, they would definitely be defeated!

"It's not good..."

A trace of worry flashed in Bu Shaofeng's eyes. He and Bu Qingshi can be said to have the lowest cultivation level in the ruined temple. If more than a dozen people were to be eliminated, they would definitely be among them!

"So they were dragged by some forbidden area, no wonder..."

A sudden look flashed in Ning Qi's eyes. At this time, Zhao Lang and the others had already started to select monks and clicked more than ten people: "You guys, get out by yourself."
Chapter completed!