The moon was dark and the wind was high, and there was a chilling air everywhere.
After Zhou Jiang took Su He and others out of the car, they also walked quickly towards Lingyin Temple.
Just as they were about to arrive, two figures blocked the group's path.
Zhou Jiang and Yu Liang immediately stood in front of Su He and Li Menghan. Only two figures, a man and a woman, slowly walked out of the crowd.
The woman looked at the group of people in front of her and immediately focused her attention on Su He. Then she raised her finger and pointed at Su He and said, "Keep this girl here and I can let the rest of you go!"
When Yu Liang heard this, his expression immediately changed and he was about to step forward to take action. Zhou Jiang grabbed him and smiled at the woman: "This is not difficult, but we have to know who to hand over Su He. In this way
Qi Huanxin asks, so we can have an explanation!"
The man opposite smiled slightly, looked at Zhou Jiang and said disdainfully: "Huanyin Pavilion, Great Elder, sit down, Black and White Rakshasa!"
Zhou Jiang frowned slightly, thought for a while and said: "I have heard of Huanyin Pavilion, but I have never heard of Black and White Rakshasa! Okay, I got it. When I ask about it, I will say that it is from Black and White Rakshasa."
Chashou protected Su He and asked him to owe us a favor and treat us to a drink."
Zhou Jiang said the second half of the sentence to Yu Liang. Yu Liang nodded repeatedly when he heard it. He thought this little monk was quite smart.
When the man opposite heard this, he instantly showed a ferocious smile and said to Zhou Jiang: "Have you thought clearly? A young boy from Maoshan and a lay disciple from Wutai Mountain, just you?"
Zhou Jiang remained emotionless and said calmly: "Maoshan's may be just that, but I, the little monk, am really strong. If you don't believe me, you can give it a try."
When Yu Liang heard this, he became unhappy and said angrily to the young monk: "I put the thousand-year history of Maoshan there. If I can't do it, how can I be worse? What do you mean it's just like that?"
Zhou Jiang smiled and said nothing, then reached forward and made a gesture of invitation. Yu Liang also saw what he meant, so he asked dissatisfiedly: "Why don't you come?"
Zhou Jiang shook his head and looked at Yu Liang and said: "I'm here, who will protect the two girls? Don't you want to prove that your senior brother Maoshan is not a wasted reputation? Just open the eyes of the two girls!"
When Yu Liang heard this, he felt that what the young monk said made sense, so his momentum instantly increased several notches, and he shouted at the man and woman in front of him: "You couple of bitches, Huanyin Pavilion is the scum of Xuanmen, human beings
If someone gets it, he will be killed. Today, Master Tao, I will do justice for heaven and accept you two."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Liang stepped on the ground with his right foot, jumped into the air, and killed the two of them.
Huan Xin, who had escaped from the siege, also headed towards Lingyin Temple at the fastest speed, with Li Yanfeng and Master Pan chasing after him.
The more Huan Xin ran, the more blurry his vision became. He knew that if his senior brother hadn't given him the "Snow Lotus Resurrection Pill", he would have died of the poison a long time ago.
Huan Xin also had a sad and helpless expression on her face. The one in her left hand was black zombie poison, and the one in her right arm was Miao Jiang's poison. Huan Xin also worked very hard to suppress these two with Taoist power.
Plant toxins to prevent the poison from spreading and affecting the heart! He also has to go all out to use the "Wind Technique" to escape. The current situation can be said to be very stressful.
Just after Huan Xin ran a few kilometers, three figures blocked his way.
Huan Xin stopped and looked at the three people in front of him carefully.
I saw that the three of them were dressed differently. One was in the shape of a ninja, wearing black night clothes and holding a Japanese sword standard in the island country.
One was dressed in the attire of an ethnic minority, and Qing Xin judged that he should be an ethnic minority from the Miao border. The other was dressed in a Chinese tunic suit, and he looked very much like a senior government official.
Huan Xin stopped, and the three of them slowly walked towards him. When he got closer, he saw that this ninja had his face covered, so he couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman, or how old he was. But the remaining two were all men, and their age seemed to be
They are about the same, they are all in their forties or fifties.
The man in the middle tunic suit stood still, smiled politely at Huan Xin and said, "Mr. Qi, fellow Taoist Qi, it's better to meet after hearing for a long time. We finally meet today!"
Huan Xin clasped his hands behind his back. He knew that these three people came with bad intentions, not to mention that Huan Xin clearly felt that the cultivation level of the three of them was higher than his.
So Qingxin asked warily: "Who are you?"
The man in Chinese tunic suit did not avoid his question and replied seriously: "I am Wang Chao, the steward of Leng Mansion in Huanyin Pavilion. You can call me Uncle Chao. Leng Ruoxi is our young master!"
Leng Ruoxi? Huan Xin felt that this name was very familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere. After thinking about it, Huan Xin finally thought of who this Leng Ruoxi was. Isn't he the playboy who had his leg broken in the words of his second senior brother?
After hearing about Huanyin Pavilion, Huan Xin instantly understood who had arranged all this. I am afraid that only the most feared Huanyin Pavilion in the world has such strength.
Huan Xin knew something was wrong, but he still acted calmly and said: "Oh, is it the one whose legs were broken by my second senior brother? Then you should go to my second senior brother? Oh, I'm afraid that my second senior brother will also interrupt him.
Your legs, that’s why you came to me, right?”
Uncle Chao smiled slightly, nodded and said: "Yes, your second senior brother can't even find us in Huanyin Pavilion. We really doubt whether he is a dead person, because we are the only ones who can't find dead people in Huanyin Pavilion."
Huanxin nodded and asked the two people beside Wangchao: "Where are you two? A ninja from the island country and a Gu master from the Miao border have also taken refuge in the Huanyin Pavilion as lackeys?"
The ninja didn't say anything. The middle-aged man from the ethnic minority stood up and said, "It's cooperation. We will benefit from taking your life!"
Huan Xin nodded again. At this time, there were pursuers behind him, tigers in front of him, and he was poisoned and injured. What should he do? Huan Xin quickly thought about countermeasures in his mind.
At this moment, several coughs broke the silence of the scene, and an old man was seen walking slowly from a distance. The old man was wearing a long robe. He looked frail and frail, but in fact he walked steadily and steadily.
, the heel carries the wind, and the breath is calm, you can tell that you are a master.
Several people showed surprised looks at the same time. Wang Chao knew that this person must not be from his side, and Huan Xin had never seen this person before, thinking that he was another master invited by the other party.
Huan Xin was also a little speechless. He thought, do you need so many people to deal with him? Is Beiming so powerful that the other party takes him so seriously?
The old man came closer, looked around first, and then set his eyes on Huan Xin. After looking up and down, he let out a long sigh, and then gave a big salute to Huan Xin, who was stunned on the spot.
, can’t figure out what’s going on?
After the old man stood up, he smiled and said to Xingxin: "You are the 81st generation of walking, let's call Xingxin together!"
Huan Xin was very sure that he did not know the person in front of him, but he told him that he was a disciple of the 81st generation. Seeing that this person must be from his side, he asked respectfully: "I wonder who this old man is?"
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The old man stood up, stood upright, and said to the three people in front of him: "Wu Yousan, the head of the Wu family in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, the eighteenth sect of the Northern Ming Dynasty, and my ancestor Wu Xinglian is a walking disciple of the seventy-eighth generation of the Northern Ming Dynasty."
As soon as these words came out, Huan Xin instantly felt a warmth. Finally, he had someone here, and he was no longer fighting alone.
Wang Chao had obviously heard of Wu Yousan, so he raised his hand and said: "I didn't expect that the famous Third Master in the world was actually a loser of the Beiming Sect. No wonder he was so confident when he was young!"
Wu Yousan smiled and returned the greeting: "Mr. Wang is serious. He has hurt my little old man. I am just a paper maker in a coffin shop. How can I be so powerful?"
At this time, Mr. Wang's face was a little ugly. He did not expect Qiang Yuan to appear in his heart at this time. This Wu Yousan also had a name called Wu Sansheng, which means the yin and yang Feng Shui of the three provinces of Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Jiangxi.
He had the final say. Manager Wang also knew how powerful this person was, but he didn't expect that this person was actually Beiming's outer sect.