The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 83 I want to see blood flow into rivers

Hearing Shenxiu urging them to stop, the quack man who beat Shenxiu up with a stick just now stood up and said, "Skills are inferior to others. If that little monk speaks up, I will never dare to say anything. But you monk If I can't even walk away with one move, how can I have the right to speak?"

As soon as this remark came out, many people in the rivers and lakes applauded loudly.

People in the rivers and lakes are mostly rebellious people.

Even if Ouyang Chun, No. 1 in martial arts, stands here, it will be difficult to convince everyone.

They are all professional players who lick their blood at the knife edge. There are some who are afraid of death, but not many.

Although they were crushed to the ground by a song by Dao Ran, not many were really convinced.Shenxiu was also a weak person who had been beaten badly, and she had no right to speak.

Shenxiu was scolded, but he didn't take it seriously, and continued to persuade: "Amitabha, the poor monk just doesn't want you to continue to sink into murder, and has no intention of giving orders. You must know that the crime of murder is very serious, and you will go to endless hell in the future. There is a cloud in Huajing..."

Shenxiu is worthy of being a person who is familiar with Buddhist classics, and she speaks without stopping, citing various scriptures and allusions, explaining profound things in simple terms, making clear arguments and well-founded statements.If it was a law conference, he would have already won it.

The problem is, these Jianghu people in front of them didn't listen to a word.

If it wasn't for Daoran standing beside him, they would have already slashed over with their knives.

Everyone is paying attention to this weird trio, a monk who doesn't threaten and only plays tricks, a girl who is very beautiful, and a monk who is too young to be mysterious...

Wait, monks, women, and children, aren't these the three types of people that have been circulating in the world for a long time that they should not be provoked?
In the past, this kind of ruthless character was a loner, but now he formed a group?And the most powerful one is actually both a monk and a child, so he must be the leader of this small team!

No wonder it is so powerful, just using the sound of the flute to suppress everyone so that they can't even move their fingers.

What kind of martial art is this, what kind of skill is this?

Everyone was guessing the identities of these three people, never heard of such a strange combination in Jianghu, nor such a terrifying sound skill.

Shenxiu is not an idiot either, seeing how many people he said were not moved by him, he understood that the first method would not work, so he decisively changed to the second method, and asked: "I would like to ask, why are you fighting?" I heard that the Martial Arts Conference is about to be held, if you are all here for the spirit jade pill, why bother to kill each other now, wouldn't you have no chance to win the spirit pill?"

There is some truth to this statement. Some people in the Jianghu said loudly: "Lingyu Dan is not something we small characters can covet. We are here to grab a magic weapon."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone's eyes gathered in the same place.

It turned out that there was a long sword stuck on the mountain wall.

The sword is three feet long, and the exposed edge is like a pool of autumn water, which seems to be lingering with a stream of light, and it is indeed extraordinary.

Daoran has seen Taoist Shi Chan's experience in refining weapons, and knows that this is not an ordinary sword, but a magic weapon long sword.

Although I don't know how powerful it is, the sharpness should not be comparable to that of ordinary soldiers, and it is not wrong to say that it is a sharp weapon of a magic weapon.

Lingyu Pill can increase one's skill and make one's martial arts greatly improved, even a magic weapon can do it.

This group of Jianghu people are not stupid. The so-called thousand birds in the forest are not as good as a bird in the hand. Instead of fighting with thousands of people for a spirit jade pill, it is better to fight here. Wouldn't it be profitable to get this sword? .

"I see."

Shenxiu breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn't some unresolved hatred, it was just a sword, as long as the sword was taken away, they would not fight again.

Shenxiu turned her head to look at Daoran, her meaning was very clear, she hoped that Daoran could take away this divine sword and eliminate this source of disaster.

Those Jianghu people couldn't help looking at Daoran, they all knew in their hearts that among those present, Daoran was the most qualified to take away this divine sword.

If Daoran wants this sword, they have nothing to do.

At this moment, a young man's voice came from the top of the dwarf mountain: "It's boring, I want to see blood flow into rivers."

A white figure jumped down from the top of the mountain and landed lightly in front of everyone.

"What a lightness kungfu! I, Sangmen Gun Wantian, have never seen such a superb lightness kungfu. How dare you ask who is your Excellency?!"

"You man, you didn't give your name by yourself. It's useless to say your name a hundred times for someone who has no ability." The boy in white said disdainfully. He seemed to have no other people in his eyes. It fell entirely on Dao Ran.

Daoran is also looking at this Long Aotian who descended from the sky, he is really good-looking, dressed in white, with picturesque features, although a little feminine, but his appearance can be compared with Shenxiu before he was injured.

At this time, Xiaoqing leaned into Daoran's ear and said, "It's him, he is one of the murderers."

Daoran nodded, five people can kill dozens of people, the martial arts are really good.

The still-living Jianghu people let out a mocking sneer, this Wan Tian really felt a little boastful, how could he get a nickname again and again, and he couldn't be so deliberate when he was famous.

Wan Tian couldn't hold back his face from the laughter of the crowd, and yelled at the boy in white: "Who are you, you dare to insult me ​​like this, you will die!"

The long iron-clad stick was like a gust of wind, hitting the boy in white on the head.

Shenxiu wanted to stop him, but he really couldn't react. Seeing that the boy in white was about to be beaten to death, who would have thought that the stick would stop suddenly.

The extremely elastic wooden stick made a muffled buzzing sound, and Wan Tian's hands cracked, and he couldn't even hold his weapon.

Only then did everyone see clearly that the boy in white stretched out two fingers and tapped on the long stick when there was no time to move.

The iron sheet wrapped around the head of the stick was clearly dented by his fingers, and the two forces collided, making the stick tremble endlessly.

As a result, Wan Tian couldn't bear it anymore, his hands were dripping with blood, and the long stick fell to the ground.

This move is a judgment call.

The boy in white looked at the disastrous Wan Tian, ​​and said with a sneer, "Now I understand, you call your name a hundred thousand times, but it's not as good as me with a single finger. It's like the divine sword you're fighting for, but it was actually my sword." of."

Everyone was shocked, they never expected the owner of the Excalibur to be at the side.

Wan Tian was ridiculed again and again by the boy in white, and said angrily: "What's so arrogant, you can't even keep your own sword? As a swordsman, even if you lose your sword, you're just a waste."

The boy in white laughed wildly when he heard this, and said to Wan Tian, ​​"I lost my sword? I did lose it, but I did it on purpose."

"What did you say?" Wan Tian said in shock.

The Excalibur they were desperately fighting for was actually thrown away by this man on purpose?

The smile on the corner of Bai Yutang's mouth was still there, and he sneered, "I saw you guys discussing poisoning Ouyang Chun here, so I wanted to make a joke with you. But I didn't expect that you really don't have any faith at all. I swore to advance and retreat together for the sake of Lingyu Pill, and when I turned around and saw this sword, I started to kill each other, I really laughed to death."

"You!" Wan Tian was so angry that he wanted to fight him desperately, but now that his hands have been severely injured, it is impossible for him to be an opponent.

The young man in white seemed to have had enough of laughing, and was no longer interested in Wan Tian, ​​so he performed his peerless lightness kung fu again, jumped onto the mountain wall, and he grabbed the divine sword in his hand.

Falling down again, this person came to Dao Ran, only to hear him say in a solemn tone: "Since my game has been destroyed by this master, let's see the real chapter under the sword. In Bai Yutang, please enlighten me."

Bai Yutang's swords merged into one, stabbing towards Daoran.

(End of this chapter)