Sleeping Arhat

Chapter 281
Sitting on the pavilion, Zhao Min looked down at the chaos in the square, her black eyes were rolling, and she put her snow-white chin on her hands, and murmured: "Xiao Xianzi, you are so impulsive. Now, I can see you!" Let's see how you solve it."

Wu Xian sneered three times, his eyes flicked over Chen Hou first, without staying for a moment, Chen Hou felt as if he was underestimated, and his face was a little ugly.

And then, Zhou Zhiruo saw the teasing look in Wu Xian's eyes, but apart from the teasing look, there was absolutely no threat in Wu Xian's eyes. Doubt to yourself.

Zhou Zhiruo pursed her lips halfway, raised her pretty face, and there was an extremely firm killing intent in her eyes. As long as Wu Xian, a righteous person like Wu Xian, was killed, then Zhao Min's words would not be credible. Zhang Wuji has no reason to believe Zhao Min, a witch, but not her.

It is precisely because Zhou Zhiruo stole Xie Xun's long-cherished dragon-slaying sword that she has been so unsmiling and indifferent for several months, not only avoiding Zhang Wuji, but also avoiding places with Wu Xian and Zhao Min. Stay away.

As long as Wu Xian is eliminated, then there will be no hidden dangers in stealing the dragon sword, and there is no need to be wary of someone poking through his disguise, knowing that he is not as glamorous and pure as his appearance.

Zhang Wuji looked elsewhere, not daring to look directly at Wu Xian, he also listened to Yang Xiao's words, and when the Beggar Clan was in trouble, the Mingjiao would help, then the grievances between the two factions could be resolved from now on, and would not be brought up again.

Wu Xian's eyes are burning, staring at people's hearts. He never expects anyone to help him, because people always rely on themselves.With a wave of Wu Xian's right hand, ten Beggar Sect disciples rushed out of the crowd and rushed forward to protect Meng Yi.

Meng Yi raised his head with difficulty, opening his mouth to say something.

Wu Xian waved his hand, signaling Meng Yi to take care of himself quietly, and he said, "Master, please rest assured. Let me explain this matter to everyone."

Meng Yi nodded. Seeing the discord between the Beggar Clan and other sects, he might start a fight, but he was seriously injured, and his internal strength was not at all.

A look of determination appeared in Meng Yi's eyes, no, I must hurry up to recover my strength, so that I can fight with everyone and not drag everyone down.Thinking of this, Meng Yi hastily closed his eyes, exercised his energy and qi, and paid close attention to recovering his internal strength every moment.

"What are you doing, threatening me? Could it be that you think our beggar gang is easy to bully." Wu Xian replied sternly.

Behind Kongzhi was a fat monk with a big belly, fat on his face, big belly, squinting his eyes like a Maitreya Buddha, but he smiled and said: "Wu Shaoxia from the Beggar Gang, known as 'Sleeping Arhat' by people in the Jianghu, has high martial arts and strength. He is not only the best among his peers, but even among the masters of the older generation, he is rarely rivaled."

"But the rivers and lakes are rivers and lakes. They are not your rivers and lakes alone, but everyone's rivers and lakes. Now that you have committed public anger, we will not embarrass you. We will give you two choices, either to apologize respectfully to everyone, or We fought with swords and blood spattered on the spot."

Chen Houyu said in a strange tone: "Wow, Wu Daxia, you have never apologized to others since you have been walking in the rivers and lakes for so long. Today, we people have a lot of face, and we will blow it when we go out in the future." Chen Hou looked Looking left and right, looking at the surrounding heroes for approval, and finally looking at Wu Xian, he said with a weird and teasing face.

Li Subo's eyes looked cautious, and he hurriedly said: "Our Beggar Clan is willing to admit defeat. This time, Chen Shaoxia of the Huashan faction will win, I wonder if it is possible?"

The fat monk shook his head, with a very kind smile on his face, but he was full of honey and a sword hidden in his smile. He turned to Chen Hou and said, "It was originally a duel between the leader of the beggar gang and Chen Shaoxia, but you broke the rules first, so it will not work. Should I ask Chen Shaoxia?"

Chen Hou cursed inwardly, Shaolin Temple is really bad, there is nothing good.He hurriedly said again: "As long as Wu Xian is willing to admit his mistakes and give in, this matter is not a big deal."

Wu Xian snorted coldly, walked up a few steps, and said in a threatening manner: "The Shaolin Temple raises tigers and teaches such a villain as Cheng Kun, who even has a nest with Chen Hou. Accept my apology, Master Kongzhi, do you think so?"

It is impossible to apologize, and it is absolutely impossible to apologize to Chen Hou and Shaolin Temple.

Wu Xian wants to be willful today, not only to live well, but also to live standing up, instead of kneeling to survive.

Kongzhi's face was blue and red for a while, he closed his eyes and recited the Buddha without saying a word.

"Ignorant boy, what nonsense are you talking about?" The fat monk's face sank, there was no smile on his face, his eyes were gloomy, and he gritted his teeth resentfully. He didn't look like an eminent monk.

Wu Xian didn't say any more, he didn't have any definite evidence, even if Cheng Kun's conspiracy was revealed, no one would believe it except the Mingjiao people, so why bother to say more, let Cheng Kun be prepared.

"Today, I, Wu, stand here. Anyone who has grudges or grudges can come to challenge. No matter whether it is a one-on-one or a group battle, I will take care of it alone." Wu Xian said proudly.

"Elder Wu, we, the beggar gang, will live and die together with the elders of the gang leader." Almost at the same time, all the beggar gang shouted in unison, but there were only a thousand people in the beggar gang, but compared to the dark crowd in the square, there were tens of thousands of people. People, that's not enough.

"Hey, the beggars want to rely on their numbers and power, so they don't abide by the rules?" Someone said coldly.

Some people in Shaolin were proud and some were sad. A white-browed monk was overjoyed and shouted, "Where are the Shaolin disciples?"

In time, hundreds of Shaolin disciples rushed into the square from alleys and roads, and saw that most of them were holding sticks in their hands, a few of them were holding knives and swords, axes, forks, and various weapons.

"Everyone back away first."

"This is a grievance between Shaolin and the Beggars' Clan. Let's retreat first, so as not to suffer an unwarranted disaster." Someone saw the situation clearly and hurriedly ordered everyone to retreat aside.

"The beggar gang is really domineering, mother, their gang leader's life is his life, so our lives are not our lives?" someone cursed.

Wu Xian hooked his fingers, and said mockingly: "There are only 36 monks in Shaolin, I don't see enough fighting."

Zhou Zhiruo was terrified in her heart, suppressed her excitement, and watched the fire from the shore for the time being, so that Wu Xian would not be caught in the net and tell the whole truth.

Chen Hou clenched his fingers tightly, really wanting to crush Wu Xian, who was dancing happily on the stage, like an ant, to calm the resentment in his heart.

(End of this chapter)