In the evening, as the sun sets in the west, Donglai Town is filled with smoke and the faint smell of burning dead grass. Chickens and dogs are barking, children are playing, and adults are calling to go home for dinner. It is quite lively.

The Donglai Building was also very lively. People gathered together to chat, and most of them talked about the beast. Because the beast occupied Yuanxin Temple, no one dared to offer incense.

"They are lying there obediently, like kittens, but who knows if they will suddenly lose their temper and swallow us in one bite!" An old man in brocade clothes shook his head and sighed.

A young man next to him said: "Uncle He, you are too timid. I tried it, but it was fine at all. They were all lazy and too lazy to pay attention to us. I also tried to pat a tiger on the head, but it just opened its eyes and stared.

He hit me and closed his eyes again!"

"Hey, Xiao Feng, you're just touching its head. You can touch its butt and see how it reacts!" An old man in Geyi chuckled.

The old man in Jinyi who spoke earlier said hurriedly: "Xiao Feng, don't listen to him, Lao Meng, you are full of bad water. You can't touch the tiger's butt. Who doesn't know!"

"Haha, I can't tell. I think Master Zhanran's Dharma is so subtle that it can subdue their wild nature. It doesn't matter if you touch their butts!" the old man Ge Yi said with a smile.

"It's just a bad idea, Xiao Feng bids farewell to being fooled!" said the old man in brocade clothes.

Xiao Feng scratched his head and said with a smile: "Uncle Meng, don't fall for your old trick. You can't touch a tiger's butt, I know!"

"You kid, you just talk about being brave, but you have no real courage!" The old man in Ge Yi shook his head and looked at Xiao Feng with disdain.

Xiao Feng chuckled and said, "What do you say, Uncle Meng!"

"Lao Meng, please be more honest!" The old man in Jinyi shook his head and laughed.

Everyone was chatting and laughing. Mr. Hu and Mr. Zheng were sitting at the same table with no one else around them. Their identities were somewhat aloof.

Everyone was talking and laughing when they suddenly stopped. Three beautiful girls in white came in, their faces were like ice, their eyes were like lightning, and they were menacing.

Although they are beautiful, their temperament is indifferent, making people stay away from them. The atmosphere in the hall suddenly cooled down, and people looked over curiously.

The three girls in white have slender figures with different looks and similar temperaments. There seems to be a frosty atmosphere around their bodies, making people afraid to approach them.

Everyone saw that the swords on their waists were very simple, but there was a chill in them. The long swords hung on their soft and slender waists, almost breaking their waists.

After they entered the hall, their eyes swept over everyone's faces like lightning, and finally landed on the old man in robes. They took a step forward and said, "Excuse me, I want to inquire about something!"

The old man in brocade clothes is fat and plump, with a smile on his red face. He is as kind as an Antarctic fairy, which makes people fall in love with him at first sight.

He stroked his silver beard and said with a smile: "Three girls, please come all the way. Thank you for your hard work. If you have any questions, I will tell you everything!"

He pointed to the seat opposite. The three girls in white clothes were unmoved. The girl in the lead had a delicate oval face and bright eyes like almonds, which was very beautiful.

Although his eyes were cold and cool, they could not hide their beauty. Being stared at by such beautiful eyes, the old man in golden clothes secretly lamented that beauty is a disaster, and I don’t know how many men have their hearts broken.

"We would like to know if a Zao Wu-Ki came here a few days ago?" the girl in white asked.

The old man in brocade clothes was startled. He glanced at the three women and then at the people around him. They all stopped talking, looked here, and pricked up their ears to listen.

The girl in white frowned and said, "Have you been here?"

The old man in Jinyi nodded thoughtfully: "Well, there seems to be a Zhao Wuji,...I don't know very well."

The girl in white stared at him closely and looked deeply at him: "Who was Zhao Wuji injured?"

"Well... I really don't know." The old man in Jinyi shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It seems that I have never heard of a conflict with anyone."

"Really?!" The girl in white snorted in a deep voice.

The old man in golden clothes stroked his silver beard and said slowly: "Girl, I am not very interested in the things in the martial arts world. I really didn't pay attention... Besides, I am so old that I am too lazy to meddle in other people's business and come and go.

There are so many people from our Donglai town, how can I remember them all, don’t you think?”

"Zhao Wuji has never made a move with anyone?" the girl in white stared at him deeply and hummed.

The old man in golden clothes shook his head: "Maybe he has done something. I think this Zhao Wuji is arrogant and domineering, and it is inevitable that he will conflict with the warriors who come and go."

He glanced at the people around him and said with a smile: "Have you ever seen Zhao Wuji fight with others?"

Everyone shook their heads, and Mr. Hu said: "He stayed for a day and left. I really haven't seen him. Maybe there was an accident outside the town."

"It's very possible!" Everyone nodded.

The girl in white's eyes were like lightning, passing over everyone's faces one by one, thoughtfully.

"Shopkeeper Wu, serve six signature dishes to the three girls and charge them to my account!" Zheng said in a loud voice. He smiled and raised the tea cup towards the three girls and said: "This little girl, you are Zhao Wuji.

My daughter?"

"No!" the girl in white said coldly, her eyes flashed with lightning, and a trace of anger flashed through her eyes.

Officer Zheng smiled and said: "Then Zhao Wuji belongs to a girl...?"

"Just a friend." The girl in white said.

Member Zheng stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Zhao Wuji has indeed come to our town, but at a glance, we have the impression that it is because he is overbearing and overbearing, and he still lets us serve the best food even though he has little money."

"No one cares?" the girl in white asked.

Zheng Yuanwai shook his head: "At first glance, he is a powerful character. We can't beat him. Besides, it's just a meal. If you give him that, you can treat him like a beggar."

The girl in white sneered: "I heard that a monk was meddling in his own business and we got into a fight with him!"

"Is there such a thing?" Zheng Yuanwai was startled and frowned: "Where did the girl hear about it?"

"You don't need to know whether it's true or false?" the girl in white said coldly.

Zheng Yuanwai pondered and shook his head: "I really don't know. You can ask me more, maybe this is true."

The girl in white knew at a glance that the old man was hiding his traitor and telling lies. If he hadn't invited guests to dinner and had a friendly attitude, he would have drawn his sword and killed him long ago.

Mr. Zheng was a sophisticated man, so he saw that the girl in white was not being kind and deliberately greeted her with a smile.

The girl in white waved her little hands and sat down with the other two girls. At this time, the dishes were brought out. Officer Zheng winked and a boy slowly left to report the news.

"Mr. Hu, Mr. Zheng, you are all here. Mr. He, please bring me a table of good vegetarian food!" A hearty and rough voice sounded, Jingkong strode in, and saw three girls in white. They stood like a crane.

Among chickens, you will naturally notice it.

He glanced at it and quickly turned around. He really had no interest in women, all his interest was in martial arts. He just wanted to feed his greedy self and go back to practice hard.

He had been practicing hard these past few days and had forgotten to eat and sleep. Because of his practice, he had a particularly good appetite but had nothing good to eat, so he wanted to come to the East Town Tower for a good meal.

He seemed rough and arrogant, but he was also shrewd. He noticed something strange as soon as he entered the door. Then he saw the looks in Mr. Hu's and Mr. Zheng's eyes and said hurriedly: "Wait a minute, I forgot something!"

As he said that, he turned around and wanted to walk out, when a cold and crisp voice came from his ear: "Stop!"

He recognized the girl's voice, which was cold and sweet. He slowly turned around and said with a smile: "What does this girl do for you?"

"Who are you?" the girl in white shouted.

Jikong smiled and said, "The poor monk Jikong.

"Have you ever fought with Zhao Wuji?" The girl in white snorted, her lightning-like eyes quickly glanced at the people around her, and paused on the face of the old man in brocade.

Jikong frowned and said, "Zhao Wuji, who are you?"

"So, it was you who killed Zhao Wuji!" the girl in white said coldly, swaying and appearing at the door, blocking his way.

Jing Kong said: "This girl is careful with what she says. The young monk is a monk and cannot commit murder. Moreover, he does not lie. I did not kill Zhao Wuji!"

"He said he is a monk from Donglai Town, and you are the only one left!" The girl in white sneered, "Don't deny it, just take the sword!"

In a flash of cold light, the tip of the sword was already in front of Jikong's throat. Jikong had no choice but to slide away and said hurriedly: "Wait a minute, tell me clearly before I hit you. Who are you?"

"You don't deserve to know!" The girl in white twisted her waist and stepped forward. The tip of the sword was close to Jikong's throat again. The sword's power could not be seen clearly. People could only see her shoulder move and the sword tip was in front of Jikong.

Jikong shouted: "This battle was a confusing one. Is Zhao Wuji dead?"

The girl in white used her sword to seize the soul, and snorted coldly: "His life is not worthy of pity, but beating a dog depends on its master. If you kill our people, you must pay for your life with your life!"

Jikong dodged while shouting: "I injured him, but I didn't kill him. There must be someone else. Girl, don't wrongly accuse a good man!"

"Sure enough, it's you!" The girl in white sneered: "He was injured so badly that he only had one breath when he came to us, and he died after saying a few words!"

Jikong said: "If he is not injured enough to die, there must be someone else!"

"I will investigate carefully. Since you are involved, I will risk my life!" The girl in white moved her sword more quickly. People could not see the sword body clearly, and could only see the tip of the sword flashing in front of Ji Kong's throat.

Jing Kong's footwork was excellent, and his sword skills were exquisite and swift, but they couldn't hit him. He didn't use his fists and just focused on his footwork, so he easily avoided it.

The girl in white sneered, and "Buzz" the long sword turned into dozens of swords, covering the sky and the earth. In despair, Ji Kong could only wave his fist.

"Ding..." With a crisp sound, the sword shadow in the sky disappeared, and the sword body appeared, but Ji Kong flew backwards, and an Eight Immortals table was crushed by him with a "click".

The girl in white stepped forward, the sword light turned into a point and stabbed out, intending to take his life.

Jikong pushed it flat and smoothed it out, avoiding the tip of the sword, then turned over and stood up, stepped on the seven stars under his feet, and "swish, swish" to avoid several swords.

The girl in white frowned. She was a master, and her sword energy was externalized, but she couldn't help but think that the little monk in front of her, who was clearly not a master, received his own sword energy but was unharmed. It was really weird.

"This girl, haven't you asked for her name yet?" Jikong learned his lesson this time and was determined not to fight her head-on. Her inner strength was far greater than his own, and his steps became more and more nimble.

"Go to the Yama Hall and ask!" The girl in white sneered, and with a slight "buzz" sound, the long sword transformed into dozens of swords and enveloped it.

Jingkong let out a strange cry, threw it violently, and two table legs flew out. With a slight whistle, the two table legs turned into powder and floated down.

The long swords that filled the sky disappeared, and then a ball of cold light burst out, blooming like a silver flower, getting bigger and bigger, pressing towards him.

Jikong threw out the two table legs again, and "chi" they disappeared silently, but they did not hinder the approach of the silver light at all.

Jikong felt that something was not good, this was an upright conspiracy, and he forced himself to fight hard.

He floated back and hit the east window. "Hi" a ball of silver light bloomed in front of the window, but another girl in white appeared.
To be continued...