"Huh, uh... it really feels better to spit it out." 臅
Ning Yan was sitting half-dead against the wall, gasping for air. Beside him, Lu Heng was squatting on the ground cleaning the dirt with a look of resentment on his face.
After receiving the merit money, Zhike Monk did not drive them away anymore. He casually explained a few words and left.
There are many people who came in to seek refuge like them in the inner altar. Ever since the Baogai Umbrella burned inexplicably, some smart people noticed that things had changed and decisively spent money to join the team of great meritorious deeds. The originally spacious inner altar
It suddenly became crowded.
The sudden intrusion of Ning Yan and others also attracted a lot of people's attention, because they were the last to come in, and someone immediately came up to ask them about the situation outside.
Where did this group of ghost-faced warriors come from, what was their purpose, and how did they break the barrier of Nan'an Temple... There were so many questions that Wu Qing and the others couldn't even answer.
The scene was a mess.
At this moment, three familiar faces squeezed out of the crowd and said in surprise: "Brother! Young Master! I just looked at it from a distance and felt familiar. It is indeed you!"
Lu Heng's eyes lit up when he heard the voice. He threw the broom and stood up, his face full of excitement: "Second brother... have you all come in?"
Xue Cheng nodded and said: "It was Shopkeeper Wu who brought us in. We originally planned to wait for you at Dishe, but Shopkeeper Wu said that we might not be able to hold a stick of incense outside due to our cultivation, so he asked us to go early.
We came here to take refuge, and even the merit money was saved by him for us."
"Okay, it's okay..." Lu Heng clapped his hands and laughed. He turned his head and saw that Ning Yan's face was covered with the broom he threw, and he stopped laughing all of a sudden.
"Why aren't you laughing?" Ning Yan said expressionlessly.
"Master, I..."
"Okay, okay, just clean it up." Ning Yan sighed. He was not so petty. He wiped his face and asked, "Where is Shopkeeper Wu?"
Xue Cheng hurriedly replied: "He said he was going to visit Abbot Jingtong."
The abbot of the Zen sect may not necessarily be the most capable in the entire temple, but he certainly won't be able to do much good. Especially for a prestigious Buddhist temple like Nan'an Temple, the strength may not be lower than that of the Twenty-eight Sus, and given his superior status in the world, it can be said that
The word "visit" is also appropriate.铅
What Ning Yan can't figure out is that since there is this big Buddha in the Dharma assembly, how can monsters and monsters be allowed to run wild?
"Did Shopkeeper Wu leave any words?"
"No, I just said there are some private matters, let us wait here quietly."
Private matter?
Ning Yan was slightly startled, and suddenly remembered that Bi Yuewu seemed to have a lot of money that he had given to Nan'an Temple for loans. With his brave temper, the wealth he had accumulated was probably quite astonishing. Such big customers would get preferential treatment everywhere.
, no wonder he can easily write off accounts for Xue Cheng and others.
Damn it, I would have hugged him if I had known it, and I didn’t have to pay for it myself. What a loss.
In short, no matter what personal matters Bi Yuewu is busy with, now that he is still in the inner circle, Ning Yan doesn't have such a headache. Although this person is usually not upright, he will never hesitate to take action at a critical moment. It just so happens that Xiaohu
The team reunited again, and in this harmonious atmosphere, he couldn't help but relax, letting Lu Heng and others chat, while he sat in the corner with his eyes closed to rest. 臅
However, he didn't wait long for a rest, and soon someone with no foresight came to the door.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
Suddenly, a domineering shout came from behind. The people gathered in the front stopped talking, and their expressions changed when they heard the sound. The noise in the venue gradually disappeared, and the crowd slowly divided to both sides.
Wu Qing frowned and saw three or four burly men in black military uniforms approaching from far away. Surrounded by them was a middle-aged man in brocade clothes.
The man was wearing a snow-white fur cloak. He was actually half a head taller than Lu Heng. His eyebrows were like lying silkworms, and his eyes were plump. He had a good appearance, but the sinister look in his eyes made people feel uncomfortable. He slowly walked to Lu Heng and stood in front of the four of them, gave them a condescending look, and said lightly: "I thought who made such a big fuss, but it turned out to be you four mice."
Wu Qing couldn't bear the fact that there were five or six people in front of him. When he was about to argue, Wang Ren grabbed him and quietly shook his head. 荅
Just watch for a moment.
Wu Qing was startled and surprised to find that he could actually read the meaning in Wang Dutou's eyes.
Is this probably the tacit understanding between life and death?
Immediately, he also started to wink at Wang Ren, which made Wang Ren's face darken immediately.
What is this idiot doing...
Lu Heng was not as relaxed as them. At this time, he was bearing the boundless power exerted on him by the person in front of him. It was like facing a towering mountain with no peak in sight, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart.<
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The gap...is it so big...?
Lu Heng's forehead was dripping with cold sweat. Only then did he understand what the chasm between the Xingxing Pass and the Body Refining Pass was. This desperate momentum was worthy of——
Henglang Taisui Cui Pingshan!
"Huh? I haven't seen you for a few days. Are you mute?"
The eyes of Xue Cheng and the other three were red, and they looked like they wanted to fight him desperately. Lu Heng subconsciously stopped in front of his brothers, hesitated for a moment, and finally lowered his head, cupped his fists and said, "I've seen Captain Cui."
When Yang Tielang saw this, he said in disbelief: "Brother! How did you..."
"Shut up!" Lu Heng closed his eyes reluctantly, gritted his teeth and repeated: "Shut up..."
The enemy who brought them to this situation is right in front of them, but he chooses to swallow his anger. It's embarrassing, isn't it? 臅
He, Lu Heng, has never been so embarrassed in his life.
You must know that he has always been called by the wrong name, not by the wrong nickname. If he really lacks blood, how can he get the name of Jiu Shahu? This kind of shame is simply more uncomfortable for him than having him condemned. But what can he do? Should he rush forward and fight the opponent desperately?
Indeed, this may be able to fulfill his reputation as Lu Heng, but in this way, Cui Pingshan will also have an excuse to take action, and his three brothers will definitely not be able to get out of this altar.
This is reality, the bloody reality, he has no choice.
Cui Pingshan snorted coldly: "Lu Heng, I think you have made great contributions to the Caobang. As long as you return to the helm to receive the punishment, I will forget the mistakes committed by the four of you brothers."
Yang Tielang couldn't help but cursed angrily: "Fuck you, mother! Why did we make any mistakes? Why do we need you to forget about it!"
Cui Pingshan glanced at him, then turned to look at Lu Heng, without any fluctuation in his tone: "Is this what you mean?"
Lu Heng gritted his teeth and said: "My four brothers really can't get what Captain Cui wants, so we have no choice but to break away from the Cao Gang and find a way to survive. I hope that Captain Cui will succeed..."
"Do you think that my Sihai Cao Gang just comes and leaves when you want! Come here quickly!"
Cui Pingshan's sudden attack shocked Lu Heng's heart. The majesty of a fifth-grade warrior was clearly revealed at this moment, and the onlookers were so overwhelmed that they did not dare to show their anger.
Sure enough, there is still no way to escape... Lu Heng clenched his fists tightly. The huge gap in strength between the two sides left him with no bargaining capital. He raised his feet as if resigned to his fate, and suddenly put a hand on his shoulder.<