In the next few days, the entire Xinlu River and Lake ushered in a series of drastic changes.

In the inn, the Red Sun Monk was meditating with his eyes closed. One of the disciples who had been following him before, the young man in white with a sharp sword, walked into the door with a respectful look on his face.

The young master bowed and said, "Master."

The Red Sun Monk still closed his eyes and after a while, he slowly spoke: "How?"

"Vulnerable, after all, they are just small minions." The young master said: "In the past few days, we have smashed the signs of seven martial arts schools. I think some people will not be able to sit still."

The Red Sun Monk said lightly: "It's okay, as long as we rarely see blood, the Shadow Corps will only endure it."

"What the master said," the young master turned his eyes and said, "But Master, those martial arts hall signs were smashed and people were deposed. Although they could not be opened, Rakshasa died so miserably. Could it be that they would be let go?"

"Let me go?" The Red Sun Monk opened his eyes, and the blood in his eyes flashed, as if thick blood covered his pupils: "When they kill the Ghost Fist, they will all be buried with them."

The young master laughed. He understood the meaning of the Red Sun Monk. The other party just didn't want to directly conflict with the Shadow Corps as soon as he came up, so he chose to openly repair the plank road and secretly travel to Chencang.

At this moment, there were loud noises in the direction of the inn gate.

The young man in white smiled, and a vicious look appeared on his face: "Master, it seems that the miscellaneous martial arts schools are united."

"Yeah." After saying this, the Red Sun Monk closed his eyes and silenced again. He entered the state of the old monk entering into meditation. He seemed to have not taken what was about to happen at all. In fact, those who have been playing around and demolishing the signs of the martial arts hall in the past few days, that is, his five disciples are taking turns doing it. It is impossible for him to do such a small thing in person.

...

On the other side, a middle-aged man in his thirties walked towards the inn surrounded by more than 100 martial arts masters and students.

He is the owner of the Xinlu Branch of Zizai Pavilion, He Minghai.

At this moment, he stood in front of the inn gate with a hint of unique pride on his face and asked to the people around him: "Master Lin, do those outsiders who are causing trouble live here?"

"Yes." A martial artist who broke one hand and was bandaged said angrily: "I saw them enter here with my own eyes. These beasts are not counting in martial arts competitions. They are also vicious and often useless hands and feet. Master He, you must be fair for us!"

After He Minghai came to Xinlu, he always paid attention to winning people's hearts and wanted to conquer the entire Xinlu martial arts world. Fortunately, his father made some achievements. Now that there are people from other places coming to Xinlu for trouble, it is simply better for him.

However, after a moment of indignation, he turned his head and looked at A Fei beside him and asked, "A Fei, can't Master Zuo come yet?"

A Fei said a little embarrassedly: "Senior brother, he is going to go out for a long time these days, so he can't come back for the time being."

"Oh, that's it."

However, the people around him looked at A Fei with obvious disbelief. When can't walk well, they just walked at such a critical moment.

Someone whispered: "Hmph, I'm still the president like this? I don't think it's because I'm going out far away, but I'm afraid, and I'm hiding."

Someone who watched the game sighed and said, "You can't blame him. I have seen those outsiders take action, which is unfathomable. They are much more powerful than Zuo Zhicheng. I'm afraid they are not ordinary people."

Some people guessed: "Isn't an ordinary person? Could it be a disciple of a sect in the world?"

"I'm afraid yes, otherwise you can see that those old people have been hiding? Now we can only rely on Master He. After all, he has the background of the Free Sect, so he should be able to retreat when he sees the difficulties."

"Then it goes without saying that Master He has obtained the true teachings of Zizai Pavilion." A student from Zizai Pavilion said: "Even in Haijing, Master He's martial arts can rank in the top 15."

Haijing is the capital of the Nanwan area and the main hall of Zizai Pavilion.

A Fei naturally heard the whispers of these people. Seeing He Minghai smiling but not smiling, he could only endure the tone in his stomach and curse the bastard in his heart.

At this moment, a young man with a slightly feminine face walked out of the gate of the inn with a thin sword on his waist.

As soon as he came out, a large number of martial artists and students were in a hurry to have a stir.

Someone pointed at him and shouted, "It's him! It's him who injured Master Hou! Cut off Master Hou's thumb."

"Bow him to death!"

"Let him know we are not easy to mess with!"

The man sneered and said lightly: "Trump is garbage, will you just rush over?"

"What did you say!"

"You say it again!"

Seeing the people around him pretending to pounce, a faint murderous aura appeared in the man's eyes.

At this moment, He Minghai walked out: "Is this brother too aggressive? We who practice martial arts will first cultivate virtue. During these days, not only will we dismantle people's signatures, but we will use martial arts skills, but we will act too viciously."

"He Minghai?" The man smiled faintly: "The scene was very good, but I don't know how many successful you learned from you. Don't talk nonsense, just go for it. I don't plan to waste time for you guys."

He Minghai frowned. If there weren't too many people around him, he would have cursed, but at this moment he just walked up slowly: "Since you are so stubborn, you and I have to see the truth."

"You can draw your sword."

"Get out the sword?" The young man in white looked suffocated, and then laughed: "Do you think you are qualified to let me draw the sword? I will only use one hand to deal with a spoiled young master like you."

What He Minghai hated the most in his life was that he was said to rely on his family. At this moment, he heard the other party's words, his face turned pale and said, "Okay, okay, just don't regret it later."

On the roof of the inn, three men and one woman looked at the fighting at the gate with a boring look on their faces.

Bai Ghost's face was like a zombie. Ah Hai held his chin with one hand, and his face was full of disdain. There were also two men with a somewhat similar appearance, except that one was carrying a big knife and the other had several muskets on his waist and the two were slapped in the direction of the door with a giggle.

The man with a gun on his waist laughed and said, "Brother, how long does it take for senior brother to solve them?"

"Who knows, it depends on the mood of the eldest brother." The man with a big knife on his back laughed and said, "I can't kill them, it probably takes ten breaths.

But this group of waste is really not good at it, just don’t know how powerful that ghost box will be.”

The younger brother with a gun on his waist said, "If you can tear off Sister Ghost's hand, it's probably similar to us."

Bai Youling's face turned cold and said in a cold voice: "Yuwen... are you looking for death?"

"Hehehehe, just be a joke." The younger brother, known as Yuwen, said: "That ghost box must be very powerful. What do you think of the second brother?"

Ah Hai snorted coldly: "I will solve the ghost fist. After killing him, I will challenge the Styx."

"Oh!" Brother Yuwen said excitedly: "Is the Century War?"

At the same time, the battle on the street was coming to an end, and even ten breaths were useless. He Minghai was half kneeling on the ground. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

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