In the night wind, countless pairs of eyes fell on me, and countless figures poured out from all directions. I stood in the middle of the crowd. Around me were the monks from the Eight Hundred Evil Temple, and outside the monks, there were thousands
Doumen disciples and the allied forces of the tomb robber gang, tonight, the Temple of Evil is brightly lit, and in the huge open space, no one is destined to escape this fierce battle.
Qin Shisan stood in front of the crowd. Behind him were the Doumen disciples on the left and the elites of the Qin family on the right. The second master of Qin loved his family and Qin Xuanxuan wanted to be his son-in-law. For the sake of his daughter, the second master of Qin sent all his best soldiers and generals to fight.
I came just because of my words and because I am Chen Huafan.
As for the Duanmu family being able to come, I didn't expect it, but when I saw Duanmulei pretending to be serious in the crowd, I was relieved. This guy has a heart-to-heart relationship with me, and I remembered the friendship of being able to come this time.
At this moment, there was a commotion in the Temple of Evil, and it was Qing Feng who came.
He stood in front of all the monks from the Evil Temple. As far as he could see, there was a strange look on his face. He was a genius that had not appeared in the Evil Temple for a hundred years. Many of the monks present recognized him and knew his deeds. Two
Ten years ago, in order to save a pregnant woman, Qingfeng openly became an enemy of the Evil Temple. In the end, he was attacked by the masters of the Evil Temple, captured back to the temple, and imprisoned in the dungeon for twenty years.
Now, Qingfeng has come out. His temples are not white yet, which is in obvious contrast with the bald monks in front of him, but this does not affect his status in the minds of many monks at all.
"The Evil Temple is no longer the Evil Temple it used to be. Nowadays, how many people are full of fear of us, and how many monks are preying on the people under the guise of the Evil Temple? Tonight, I, Qingfeng, are at odds with the evil people. If you want to do it again,
Those who have restored the former glory of the Evil Man Temple, please stand up and fight side by side with me and Brother Chen to eradicate the evil traitors!"
Qingfeng's words vibrated and sounded like thunder. His words shocked the eight hundred monks of the Evil Temple into an uproar.
Who is Qingfeng? He was the proud son of the Evil Temple twenty years ago. Now, this genius is middle-aged and how much of his former majesty is left. Qingfeng doesn’t know, and I don’t know either.
I watched every move of the eight hundred monks on the field. The Doumen disciples around me were silent. We were all watching how many of the eight hundred monks were about to become our comrades, and how many were about to fight to the death with us.
!
Qingfeng looked around, then opened his clothes, revealing his skinny upper body. I looked up and saw that his body was covered with scars, as densely packed as ants.
"These injuries are my contribution to the Evil Man Temple when I was young. I have no regrets about every injury, because I regard the Evil Man Temple as my faith, and the scars are my achievements; but today, the Evil Man Temple
But it has become a nightmare for countless people. The monks no longer take it as their duty to eradicate evil and support good people. Instead, they intensify their efforts and covet beauty and money. If the temple is not subverted, it will never get ahead!"
"I, Qing Feng, ask once again for the last time, if any of my fellow disciples will come forward to fight side by side with me, Qing Feng, to eradicate the evil traitors!"
After Qing Feng finished speaking, countless monks looked at each other, and then a burst of shouts broke out from the crowd!
"Uncle Qingfeng, the young monk is willing to follow you!"
A young monk took the initiative to come out, and soon after, the second and third ones also filed out.
"The poor monk is also willing to fight alongside Master Qingfeng!"
"And the little monk..."
Among the monks of the Eight Hundred Evil Temple, there are many who have conscience. A happy smile appeared on Qingfeng's lips.
Soon, I saw one or two hundred monks from the Evil Temple standing next to Qing Feng, but on the opposite side, several bald-headed old monks did not come over. They were very senior in seniority and status in the Evil Temple. They
If you don't move, the disciples below won't dare to move.
At a glance, I saw that these old monks all had at least six burn scars on their heads, and two of them had seven burn scars. They were obviously very powerful, and they knew they were full of evil, so there were no
What does it mean to stand over to Qingfeng's side...
"Uncle Bu Er, Uncle Bu Confucian, you are the most senior ones in the Evil Temple. If you want to come over, Qing Feng will definitely follow you two." Qing Feng said sincerely.
He was not the white-faced old monk who spoke in a sinister manner. He glanced at Qingfeng and said with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Twenty years ago, it was the poor monk who put you in the dungeon himself. Twenty years later, you gathered outsiders."
If you want to come to the Tushu Temple to take revenge, Qingfeng boy, your wishful thinking is very good."
"Uncle Buer, what Qingfeng wants to do is to clear out the evil traitors in the temple!"
"Evil traitor? That poor monk will tell you that the evil man's temple is what it is today because of the cycle of cause and effect. No one can change it. If you want to make trouble, you must first get past the poor monk." Old monk Bu'er sneered.
Qing Feng showed a wry smile. In terms of qualifications, he was definitely not as good as these two old monks in the Evil Temple. At the moment, he had only summoned less than two hundred monks, and most of them were young. A fierce battle would take place tonight.
It is inevitable that since the old monk in charge of the temple refuses to come, they can only fight face to face...
The old monk Bu'er suddenly looked at me, with a cold look in his eyes, "Chen Huafan, right? You are the master of a sect at such a young age. How dare you, a young disciple, fight with a poor monk?"
Old monk Bu'er has seven burn scars on his head, and his skills are definitely not weak. Now he wants to fight me in a duel. This wishful thinking is really a good one!
"What's the point of fighting?" I said solemnly.
"Okay, the poor monk will come and meet you for a while!"
Suddenly, accompanied by a gust of cold wind, old monk Buer came striding on the ground with extremely fast speed and thunderous potential!
I focused my eyes and quickly locked onto the figure of the old monk Bu'er.
"Old bald donkey, you came just in time!"
I patted my belt, and the ancient sword flew into the air. I held it tightly with one hand and went straight to meet the old monk Bu'er.
The ancient sword made a crisp chirping sound in mid-air. The sword was stained with rust, but in my hand it was as light as a phantom. In the darkness, only its light could be seen but not the blade. Even if the old monk Bu'er rushed to kill him,
Don't dare to be careless.
Before the big battle, the duel between me and the old monk Buer started first. He knew that the situation in the Evil Temple was not good tonight, and he thought that if he could kill me, they would have a chance to reverse the situation.
It's a pity that Old Monk Bu'er's wish came true. The battle tonight is inevitable, and he, an old bald donkey with seven scars on his head, will soon become my sacrificial flag!
The old monk Bu'er's fleshy palm has already been slapped, and the speed of his attack was much faster than the speed of my sword. But just when his fleshy palm was about to fall on me, a trace of panic suddenly appeared in his old eyes.
color!
I saw a ray of light flashing out of thin air in the dim night. My body was firmly hit by a flesh palm from Bu'er Laohe, but in the next second, a ray of light in the air fell on the head of Bu'er Laohe.
head on.
In an instant, I couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, and looked around. Old monk Bu'er was standing there, his eyes wide open, and tiny wounds appeared on his bald head out of thin air, and traces of blood flowed from the wounds.
It flows out, just like the blooming iron tree, beautiful and bloody...
[Author's digression]: I have to take a bus tomorrow morning, so I'll go to bed first. Everyone should go to bed early. Good night!
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