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Chapter 1515 I’m coming (Meow Meow who is rolling to gain weight)

Martial arts conference.

Generally speaking, a martial arts conference is a grand event.

There will be many well-known people coming to participate, even casual Jianghu people will come to have a look at the martial arts conference.

Even ordinary people who don't understand martial arts will hang out inside to watch the fun, or sell snacks outside to earn some extra money.

But this time it's different.

Many people came to Shaolin to participate in the martial arts conference, but they could not hear any noise at all. They either rode horses or took carriages to the entrance of the West Shaolin Temple, then got off the car, silently greeted the monk Zhike, and then walked inside. There were no unnecessary pleasantries or small talk.

Solemn, solemn, silent.

The huge martial arts arena of the West Shaolin Temple was full of people, including men and women, old and young. They come from different places, different sects, different gangs, and different families.

The identities are also different, children, partners, parents.

However, their dressing up is surprisingly consistent.

Everyone has a white cloth tied on his head and black gauze on his sleeves. Everyone is like this. Whether it is an old man over fifty years old or a child learning to talk. Their eyes were red and they stood silently on the martial arts field, looking as if they were attending not a martial arts conference but a funeral.

Li Xunhuan stood in the crowd with a dejected look on his face.

He was released from prison just five days ago - he was locked up after he sent Long Xiaoyun's body back to Long's house.

Until five days ago, Long Xiaoyun released him and only asked him for one thing.

To avenge his dead son.

Li Xunhuan didn't know whether he should do this, but he knew that he had no choice, especially when he saw Lin Shiyin not far away.

At this moment, the woman who once fascinated Li Xunhuan had become extremely haggard, but she was extremely strong. She stood there silently, with a long sword hanging on her waist and a white cloth tied on her forehead. She didn't cry because her tears had dried up long ago - no mother would not cry when she saw her son in such miserable condition. She couldn't even cry now.

Maybe if she continues to cry, she will shed blood instead of tears.

Li Xunhuan couldn't bear to see her like this, and he knew he had no choice.

But...he is not sure whether he has this ability.

Indeed, Xiao Li's flying knives are not in vain.

But what if the other person is a stubborn rock?

Li Xunhuan looked at the flying knife in his hand. This flying knife was not the one he usually used and could be seen everywhere. But it was given to him by Long Xiaoyun, who said it was made by the best swordsmith in Xiwulin, using meteorite iron, blowing the hair off and cutting the iron like mud. It's just that the piece of meteorite itself is only as big as a finger. Originally, the other party planned to melt the meteorite iron and mix it with other materials to make a sword, but now, he made it into a flying knife.

Li Xunhuan had tested it and found that cutting iron was indeed like mud. No matter how thick the iron plate was, it was as fragile as tofu in front of it.

But can this be used against the man?

In Li Xunhuan's mind, that huge figure appeared again, the words he said as he looked at him, and the mocking look in his eyes.

There are more and more people.

Those who are brought in by Zhi Ke Monk will consciously stand in the queue, lower their heads, and remain silent. Li Xunhuan didn't like this environment. He felt that it was like a cemetery. Everyone was standing here in mourning. It was full of sadness and death, but there was nothing he liked.

He wanted to drink, but of course there was no alcohol in Shaolin Temple. There were only those visitors who were full of sadness, and the monks standing on both sides of the martial arts field with their hands clasped, their eyes closed, and silently reciting scriptures.

Is it to save the souls of the dead? Or cheer yourself up?

Li Xunhuan suddenly wanted to laugh, and he laughed loudly regardless of everything. But he couldn't do it, because Lin Shiyin was by his side. Although she was holding another man's hand, he couldn't do it. He didn't want to make Lin Shiyin sad anymore. Maybe...maybe this is indeed what he can do.

"Amitabha………"

When the bell rang, everyone raised their heads and watched Shaolin Master Xinhu slowly walk forward. Next to him was a person.

A man in a yellow shirt.

The leader of the Money Gang - Shangguan Jinhong.

There was also a white cloth tied around his head - his son was dead and he wanted to prove that he could kill that terrible man, and then all that was left was a headless body.

No different than anyone else.

Even the son of Shangguan Jinhong, the leader of the world's largest money gang in Xiwulin, is nothing more than a corpse after death.

Even if it’s money help…

Li Xunhuan looked at them silently and watched their words. They were sad, angry, and sad, just like everyone present. They hated the devil because he had taken away their loved ones. So they wanted to kill him until death.

Fight until death!

When Shangguan Jinhong yelled these words, everyone present roared. This was not something that should be said in Buddhism, but even the Shaolin monks were silent. Li Xunhuan looked at Master Xinhu, who clasped his hands together and lowered his head without saying a word. He thought it was all very funny. The reason why those people died was because they were going to kill him. But now, they act as if they are the ones who have suffered injustice and injustice.

Why?

Because they failed to kill him, but were killed by him.

So, shouldn't they themselves be to blame?

If they hadn't been so stupid, they wouldn't have been killed.

Li Xunhuan looked at all this as if he was just a spectator, cold and distant, as if it had nothing to do with him.

He just wants to drink now.

Unfortunately, there is no wine here.

"No need to bother, I'm already here."

Before Shangguan Jinhong could finish his words, suddenly, a deep voice rang out. When he heard the world, the originally noisy martial arts arena instantly became deadlier than a cemetery. Li Xunhuan's heart skipped a beat, he opened his eyes and turned his head - everyone turned their heads and looked behind them. At this moment, it is dusk.

The setting sun is like blood.

A tall figure slowly walked up the steps. His back was turned to the blood-red sunset. The sunlight reflected on his body, shrouding his whole body in dark shadows. As he advanced, the elongated black shadow began to sway, as if it were a living demon, snickering and watching everything in front of him.

He was still wearing the same strange clothes, strange coat, and strange appearance. To be honest, Li Xunhuan suddenly realized that he seemed to have completely ignored this when he met him for the first time. At that time, all he could remember in his mind was that terrifying face, a face with the word ferocious engraved on it. He would make you feel as if you were going to die just by staring at you.

Or indeed die.

Duanmu Huai raised his head. He was standing at the entrance of the martial arts arena, alone, but it felt as if thousands of troops had blocked the entire entrance.

"What's wrong?"

Looking at the silent crowd in front of him, Duanmu Huai sneered.

"I'm right here, come and see how many of you still want to kill me?"

"Everyone here wants to kill you!"

A sharp voice came from the crowd, but Duanmu Huai didn't care.

"Then come on, it doesn't matter if we come together."

He spread his hands and stared at the people in front of him.

"Hurry up, what are you waiting for? Didn't you shout very vigorously just now? Why are you so timid now?"

"Amitabha………"

Master Xinhu announced the name of Buddha and looked at Duanmuhuai.

"Tan Yue, don't commit murder again, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."

Duanmu Huai shrugged his shoulders.

"They wanted to kill me, so I killed them. I don't think it's called killing. I don't think there is any fool in the world who would just stand there and let others chop me down."

"…………"

Master Xinhu was silent for a moment and then spoke again.

"If Tan Yue is willing to stop here, worship the Buddha in peace in this temple, and recite sutras for the deceased, then I can ensure that Tan Yue has a worry-free life."

"I'm not here to listen to nonsense."

However, Duanmu Huai obviously had no interest in this, and he coldly interrupted Master Xinhu's speech.

"You wanted to kill me, so I came."

"Then, why is Tan Yue here?"

"Um………"

Duanmu Huai thought for a moment.

"Actually, I just came here to seek an answer."

"Answer?"

"That's right, they say when is the right to retaliate. Now I'm very curious as to how long that time is."

Having said this, Duanmu Huai opened his mouth and showed a ferocious smile.

"So here I am."

As he spoke, Duanmuhuai looked at everyone and spread his hands.

"So, are you going to take action or not?"

"…………"

No one spoke.

Everyone looked at him without saying a word. Just now he was clearly holding a swearing-in ceremony with great momentum. But when he actually appeared in front of them, they seemed to realize why everyone who faced this man died. Because he doesn't look like a human being at all, but more like a bloodthirsty devil, a terrifying monster. The murderous intent emanating from his eyes was enough to make them unable to act. Just seeing his terrifying face and hearing his voice made people tremble from soul to body.

"Damn, what a bunch of cowards."

After waiting for a long time, no one came out. Duanmu Huai was obviously very disappointed. He muttered helplessly, then turned around and prepared to leave.

Just then, the crowd moved.

Just when Duanmuhuai turned around, lowered his head, and looked at the steps in front of him, the crowd of people who had been motionless finally moved!

Hundreds of Jianghu people jumped up, dressed in black and holding various weapons, and rushed towards Duanmu Huai!

Swords, spears and halberds, hidden weapons and poisons, sword energy and palm power.

Not hundreds, but thousands!

Duanmuhuai didn't turn around, he didn't even raise his head.

Immediately afterwards, the waves formed by the condensed crowd completely engulfed him.

(End of chapter)