The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 132
"Who?"

Hearing people's voices, and seeing that mandrill's head was decapitated in an instant, the three of them shrank back quickly, their faces full of surprise and horror.

Looking intently, only to see a ghost-like figure standing under the shadow of the lamp.

When the man walked out, the truth frightened the three of them so much that their scalps went numb.

Because this man has disheveled hair and a short thick black mustache on his face. He is tall and strong, and he has not seen the sun for a long time. He looks like a savage, and it is hard to see his true face; Flood beasts make people feel like sitting on pins and needles, like a light on their backs, like being in a world of ice and snow, and like burning their bodies like fire.

This man is still holding a mandrill's head in his right hand, and gently weighs it in the palm of his hand as if playing with it.

"Tianli taught? Could it be that your surname is Feng?"

Seeing that the person in front of him broke his foundation by opening his mouth, the bald man was really surprised.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you kill my pet, die!"

He held a soft whip in his hand, and at the same time he opened his mouth, he shook the whip and shot it fiercely, the shadow of the whip seemed to spread into the sky like a rainstorm, covering the savage in front of him in unison.

But the man lightly raised his hand, and with a "pop", the soft whip exploded inch by inch in mid-air.

"Hit the magic whip?"

The bald man was shocked, his eyes almost didn't go out, but soon he was surprised, "Senior, could it be that you and my elder brother are old, to be honest, my elder brother is Feng Jianqing, the leader of Tianli sect, but he was harmed by others in the past, so I can only Fleeing here, I have no intention of breaking into this place."

The savage casually dropped the monkey brain in his hand, and said casually: "Feng Jianqing? He and I are far more than old, I don't think we can run into an acquaintance in this barren mountain and ancient temple...My surname is Chen, and my name is a clumsy word."

At first, the bald man heard that the person in front of him was having an affair with his dead elder brother, so he couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief, thinking it was only the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

However, when he finished listening to the last sentence, the smile on his face froze for an instant, and cold sweat dripped from his temples, "Chen...Chen Zhuo?"

There are indeed old, old grudges, old grudges, blood feuds.

The other two turned pale when they heard the word "Chen Zhuo", "Raksha ghost?"

Pfft!
The two knelt together, "Master Chen, please forgive me!!"

To them, this is a legendary figure, and even an unworldly murderer. There are rumors in the world that if this person wants to kill someone, he will die in the sky and on the earth.

Chen Zhuo didn't look at the three of them, but looked at the murals on the wall, his eyes were dark and deep.

The more he practiced these 72 murals, the more unpredictable they became, and the more he practiced, the more profound and obscure they became.

For more than a year, except for the time when he went out once to bury Nianhua's body, he has been practicing hard in the crypt. When he is hungry, he fills up his energy with those natural treasures, and when he is thirsty, he drinks the water dripping from the cracks in the mountains. Spring water, forget life and death.

Seeing that Chen Zhuo didn't pay attention to him, the bald man's eyes were dark, and he had been on the run for many years, how could he be slaughtered by the neck, willing to wait for death; if there is such a shocking treasure, he would not let it go.

The two people beside them also made eye contact with each other, instead of retreating, they made a surprise attack instead of retreating.

The three of them each had their own tricks, and attacked Chen Zhuo with the momentum of a joint attack.

They were quick enough to attack, but when the flames flickered, Chen Zhuo was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, two big hands pressed down in the air.

"puff!"

The bald-headed man then saw the two people beside him spurting blood mist, their complexions were bright red, and they had already died of shattered spirits and exhausted breath.

In an instant, all greed and murderous intentions seemed to be washed away in the bone-chilling chill. The bald man turned sharply, and all his dead souls fled outwards.

Chen Zhuo glanced at the two corpses lying at his feet, and then at the big bald man who had already got half of his body into the crevice of the mountain. He twisted his body into a vigorous posture that he had never seen before. Stepping forward, the ups and downs seem to be slow, but when one step is taken out, the other person stands behind him silently, and retreats as soon as the punch is dropped.

In the dark crypt, the ground seemed to shrink into an inch, and after a flicker, it returned to the original place, as if it had never moved.

And the big man just fell straight down at this time.

This is the body method he realized from these 72 murals, and the name is called shrinking into an inch.

Chen Zhuo suddenly felt something strange when he moved up and down, turned his head to look, and couldn't help but tense.

At this moment, gusts of gusts of wind suddenly blow in between the cracks in the mountains.

He frowned, and looked at the 72 murals on the stone wall.

However, all the lifelike and lively women on it seem to be decaying and weathered, and clusters of faint green fires are ignited on it, like will-o'-the-wisps.

It turned out that the shining brilliance was mixed with phosphorous fire.

The murals were burned in a fire, and there were traces of flames spreading in an instant, as if all were prosperous and all were damaged, and the 72 murals were burned in an instant.

Chen Zhuo's eyes widened, his black hair flew up, he didn't know whether he was short of breath or extremely angry, he swallowed his breath suddenly, his chest and abdomen swelled, his internal organs trembled, his cheeks bulged and his fists clenched, and then he opened his mouth and let out a loud and angry cry The roar of the tiger is like thunder.

"what!"

The roar spread, and the vitality burst out, rumbling and rolling in this crypt, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was shaking.

As the violent energy passed by, all the paint, phosphorous and fire on the stone wall peeled off, and the woman in the painting seemed to break free from the stone wall in a trance, floating in the air and moving with the wind.

For a moment, Chen Zhuo only felt that there was an erratic figure beside him, like a ghost. Looking around, there were crisp buttocks, pink cheeks and slender waist, full of figure, charming and seductive, and blossoming flowers. Will-o'-the-wisp.

All the people in the 72 murals circled around him in the crypt with the wind.

The roar is over.

Chen Zhuo remained expressionless, he clenched his right hand and punched the void in front of him.

And those erratic figures, everything, just like a dream bubble, was silently shattered under his fist and turned into dust.

Looking at it again, all of the 72 murals are gone, leaving only shallow marks of ravines and some mottled marks.

Finally, he took a look at the magic formula on the wall, he waved his big hand, and slapped it with a palm, the stone powder scattered, and after erasing the handwriting, he swept into the crevice of the mountain.

Inside the Daxiong Palace.

Seeing that the eldest brother went down for a long time without any response, the people above couldn't wait any longer, opened a secret passage, and went down five or six people in a row, but just halfway down, a loud roar was heard at the end of the mountain crevice.

The screams came out one after another, and when the five people crawled back desperately, one of them was bleeding from both ears, and two of them simply passed out.

Before everyone came back to their senses, a person suddenly appeared at the entrance of the dark passage.

"who?"

There were shouts and shouts, and the knife flashed.

The man was already outside the Daxiong Palace, and several people behind him paused, and were about to turn around and chase after him, but suddenly they seemed to be surprised by something, and hurriedly touched his neck, only to see blood stains on their hands, and their expressions changed. There was a long and narrow mouth of blood on the neck without a sound, followed by a mist of blood, and he fell to the ground.

"Master, please forgive me!"

Witnessing such ferocity, the young men were frightened out of their wits.

Just before kneeling down, a wisp of icy light like a swimming snake had already circled and floated around the necks of several people.

"Hey, benefactor, why kill them all, there are still a few young people who have not been in the world, and they must have been fascinated for a while."

Seeing that all the bandits were dead, and that Chen Zhuo, who had put away his sword, had no more intention to kill, a teacher sighed, clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.

Chen Zhuo rolled his eyes, frightened those little masters like a frightened rabbit, "You are in danger and still have the mind to save others. If I don't kill them, you will die."

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, the teacher's wife turned pale, and pretended to be calm and said: "Thank you, old lady, for your help. It's not that I don't know how to be flexible. I just feel that it's a pity. These children should be able to accomplish a lot in this chaotic world."

Chen Zhuo replied: "There is nothing to regret, right is right, wrong is wrong... Please Master, please temporarily close the temple from tomorrow until I save you from the scourge of this secret passage, otherwise you may not live long... From now on, if anyone dares to make trouble again, please report my name, my name is Chen Zhuo."

The teacher nodded too much and didn't ask any more questions, but just thanked: "Thank you, League Leader Chen!"

half a month later.

More than [-] donkeys and horses came from Tianmen Temple, and there were seven ox carts at the foot of the mountain, and they returned with a full load...

(End of this chapter)