The atmosphere in the Juyi Hall was solemn. There were four people sitting on the Taishi chair. They were Feng Erlie, the master of the back hall of the family, Nie Gandang, the master of the Shen Tai hall, Fei Keding, the master of the Xijin hall, and Ying Donghan, the master of the Xuanshui hall. The four of them usually
That is to say, they communicated with each other and became very affectionate as brothers, forming a small gang of four headed by Feng Erlie, trying to occupy Huamen and turn this place into their world.
Ximen Lang and Xiao Muqing walked into the spacious hall under the leadership of Qiu Wanshan. The former glanced at the four people and asked in confusion: "Why isn't Elder Feng here?"
Feng Erlie hurriedly stood up and explained: "My father has something to do and is suddenly out of town. Let me introduce the three hall masters to get acquainted with the chief sect master."
Ximenlang's doubts were gone and he said with a smile: "That's right...then who are these three?"
Suddenly, a fishing net made of special material was dropped from the ceiling, forming a circle with a diameter of about three meters, which happened to cover Ximen Lang without any precautions. Then, it clung to the ceiling like a gecko.
The thin man in black flicked his wrist, and the fishing net tightened in an instant. Ximen Lang's body was restrained inside and fell to the ground.
The sudden turn of events shocked both Ximen Lang and Xiao Muqing. The former roared and thrust his arms to both sides, trying to break the fishing net. The force of the effort in anger was more than thousands of kilograms, even if it was a steel bar.
Concrete will also collapse under the huge force, but this fishing net mixed with gold wire and hair wire is extremely tough. It is not damaged at all, but is getting tighter and tighter.
Xiao Muqing was extremely shocked. She flipped her wrist and held a sharp dagger in her right hand. She flashed and rushed over quickly, trying to cut through the fishing net and rescue her sweetheart.
"call!"
A meteor as big as a fist flew from the east, like lightning, and hit the dagger held by Xiao Muqing. Sparks flew, and the dagger broke away from Xiao Muqing's hand and flew to the west to Nie Gandang, the master of Shentai Hall.
He smiled faintly, and quickly stretched out two fingers of his right hand, clamping them accurately on the sharp edge of the dagger.
Fei Keding, the master of Xijin Hall next to him, praised: "Master Nie has great kung fu, and the unique skill of his crab claw claws is unparalleled in the world."
With a proud look on his face, Nie Gandang calmly placed the dagger on the coffee table and said, "Hall Master Fei has given you the award."
I don't know when a beautiful woman appeared in the hall. She was wearing a pink pleated skirt on her graceful body. Her tall breasts were slightly exposed, and her long legs were exposed, like a blooming flower.
Peach Blossom. At first glance, I thought this
The girl is only eighteen or nineteen years old. If you look carefully and notice the fine wrinkles on her neck, you will think that she is a beautiful woman in her thirties. When you look at her, you will see that her eyes are full of vicissitudes of life.
, and even realized that she was forty years old.
The woman in pink skirt flicked her wrist, and the meteor hammer quickly retreated back into her hand. She looked at Xiao Muqing with cold eyes, and said disdainfully: "Little girl, you have some skills, but how can you be so presumptuous in front of the eight talents of Huamen?"
For my part, you can capture me without any effort."
"The Eight Wonders of the Huamen," is a resounding name, equivalent to the eight guardians of the general helm, composed of eight members of the sect with outstanding martial arts. At this time, these four words echoed in Xiao Muqing's mind like thunder.
In the middle, she looked over with surprised eyes and said in a low voice: "Are you the fatal peach lady Liao, one of the Eight Wonders?"
Aunt Liao sneered, "I didn't expect that even though you are young but have a lot of experience, you actually know my name. If you don't want to die, kneel down quickly."
Xiao Muqing gritted her teeth and said: "I don't care what you are, you are not allowed to touch him." She rushed over, her target was still Ximen Lang in the fishing net, the boy who was more important than her life.
, prepared to rescue him at all costs.
Aunt Liao's face was covered with frost, and she said angrily: "Seeking death!" As her wrist shook, the meteor hammer struck hard with the sound of wind.
When Xiao Muqing heard the sound of the wind hitting her in the back, she suddenly dodged to avoid the fatal blow. She stood in front of Ximen Lang and reached out to grab the fishing net.
The man in black on the ceiling suddenly fell down, and his slender black palm struck Xiao Muqing's head in mid-air. Ximen Lang in the fishing net hurriedly shouted a warning, "Be careful!"
Xiao Muqing hurriedly dodged. Although she avoided her head, she was struck by the palm on her right shoulder. Her clothes were torn apart and her snow-white arms were exposed. A black handprint appeared on them. She staggered and almost fell. She barely managed to do so.
He stabilized his body and shouted, "Get out of the way!" He struck the black figure with a hand knife.
However, the meteor hammer flew over like lightning at this moment and hit Xiao Muqing's back. "Wow!" She spat out a mouthful of blood as if struck by lightning, her face was as pale as paper, and she collapsed on the ground.
"Qingqing..." Ximenlang roared with splitting eyes. He was so angry that he was tightly bound by the fishing net. His whole body actually jumped up and slammed towards the ghost-like man in black.
The man in black let out a harsh laugh, "You're looking for death!" Two slender black palms came over with a strong wind.
"Peng!"
Both palms collided with Ximen Lang's body in the fishing net, making a loud thunder-like sound. Ximen Lang's clothes were shattered on his chest, flying around like butterflies. Two black and blue handprints appeared on his strong chest, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.
He fell to the ground, and the square tiles on the floor could not bear the weight and appeared numerous cracks.
The man in black screamed and shot out like a cannonball, knocking over Ying Donghan, the master of Xuanshui Hall who was sitting on the east side. The remaining force did not disappear, knocking out a big hole in the wall of the Juyi Hall and flying away.
Go to the yard.
For a time, the Juyi Hall was filled with dust, and everyone was extremely shocked.
"Hahahaha...there's such a big movement, it's exciting to see!" bursts of laughter came from the back hall, which made people's ears numb.
Aunt Liao said angrily: "Damn monk, I'm working here with the bat, but you can hide and relax, come out quickly?"
"What kind of powerful character is this? You can't solve it even with your magnificent flying bats and deadly peach blossoms, but you still have to work for my monk?" The sound of shuffling footsteps came, and he walked out of the side door leading to the back hall.
A fat monk, I saw
He has a fat head, big ears, and a blessed face. The monk's robe on his body cannot cover his fat body like a pig. His big belly is exposed, and his smile is comparable to that of Maitreya Buddha. He holds the roasted dog leg in his left hand and the roasted dog leg in his right hand.
Liquor gourd, eating and drinking as he walked.
This person is also one of the eight talents of the Chinese sect, killing Maitreya!
"Fuck me, it hurts me so much!" Ying Donghan endured the severe pain and got up from the ground. The chair he was sitting on was now shattered. He tentatively groped his chest with his hands for a moment, and the muscles on his face couldn't hold back.
He was convulsing and said angrily: "Damn, I'm so unlucky, the flying bat broke four of my ribs..."