Super Monk

"Yellow mouthed child, how dare you be rude to Sikong's master?" The scene was silent for a few seconds, and a ferocious roar suddenly sounded. Leijue, the owner of Leis' family in Youzhou, came in with a sneer. He gave a cold hum, and then bowed to Sikong Changsheng politely and said, "master Sikong, leijue, come to see you!"

"Master Lei, please!" Sikong Changsheng didn't mean to open his mouth at all. Sikong Changle came forward and made a gesture of please. Although Lei Jue was also the head of the family, he didn't even have a place. He could only stand aside and looked ugly.

Those who can sit down are those who are qualified to carve up the industries of Zhongzhou and Zhao Fugui. Lei Jue, for example, can only drink soup. The weaker ones are not qualified to come in, and they can't even drink soup.

"Rich and noble!" Chen Yihan saw Zhao Fugui appear and stood up excitedly. Chen Yihan's face is pale and his whole body is shaking slightly, which is caused by the pain from his heart.

"Meaning, it's OK. No one can hurt you with me!" Zhao Fugui looked at Chen Yihan's pale face, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"What a loving and righteous look, Zhao Fugui. I've been waiting for you for three days, and you've finally come!" Sikong Changsheng said lightly, "now you are wearing hemp and filial piety, kowtow to my son Sikong Changge to thank him!"

"Kneel down!" Sikong Changle threw out something to wear hemp and wear filial piety, and cheered fiercely.

"What is Sikong's long song? It's worthy of my filial piety. What are you, Sikong Changsheng? How dare you make me kowtow and apologize? " Zhao Fugui's cold voice sounded like a strong wind and said.

"The tone of Zhao Fugui is very big. The great master's words are no different from the imperial edict. How dare Zhao Fugui question it? He really doesn't know how to live or die!" The warrior outside the compound began to talk and said.

"Zhao Fugui is really young and frivolous. He thinks that he is a genius and can despise the great master. He doesn't know that there are countless talents in China's Zhenwu circle, just like the sand of the Ganges River. They often fall like meteors. Although they are bright for a moment, they are just fleeting. Genius is common, but great masters are not. No wonder Zhao Fugui is in trouble today An old man outside the hospital shook his head and said.

"Arrogant, Zhao Fugui, how dare you talk to the head of our Sikong family like this!" Sikong Changle burst into a rage. Zhao Fugui didn't know how to die. When he came here, he didn't wait to die. He even dared to speak wildly. He didn't pay attention to the Sikong family.

"I'll take the corpse, elder brother Xue." Zhao Fugui didn't look at Sikong Changle. As soon as he waved Cao man aside, he went to the corpse of master Xue.

Master Xue has been dead in the courtyard for three days, and a thin layer of dust has fallen on his body. A generation of great masters have come to this end, and even the body has not been restrained.

"Mr. Xue, you died because of me, Zhao Fugui. Today, I'll hold back your body and avenge you!" Zhao Fugui bows slightly to Xue's body, and then waves his hand to wipe the dust off Xue's body.

"In order to collect the corpse for master Xue, seven masters have been injured. With Zhao Fugui, what skill does he have to collect the corpse for master Xue?" Almost all the onlookers shook their heads. They didn't believe that Zhao Fugui had the ability to collect the body for master Xue.

"Boy, how dare you ignore me? I'll see how good you are!" Sikong Changle was ignored in front of so many people. He was furious and raised his hand to Zhao Fugui.

"You deserve to do it with me?" Zhao Fugui's eyes were cold and he cheered fiercely. When he said "rely on", Sikong Changle was shocked. When Zhao Fugui said the last word "hand", Sikong Changle's face turned pale gold.

"Poof Sikong Changle looks up fiercely and spits out a mouthful of blood. He looks at Zhao Fugui in horror. His whole body trembles and he falls to the ground and dies.

At this moment, a group of masters sitting near Sikong Changsheng were shocked and changed color. It's common for a master to kill people by exhaling. But that means killing ordinary people. It's not so easy for a master to kill a master. Sikong Changle is a real master and a strong man in liangchongtian. He was killed by Zhao Fugui. How could it be?

Is Zhao Fugui not just a great master? An unbelievable idea suddenly appeared in the heads of these housekeepers.

But Zhao Fugui is only 20 years old. Several family leaders are crying. Is there a 20-year-old great master in China now?

"My God, this, this, I just read it right? Is that how Sikong Changle died? Killed by Zhao Fugui? " Outside Xue's courtyard, a group of warriors rubbed their eyes desperately and howled in disbelief.

"Sikong Changle is the strong man of master Shuangtian. He died like this. It's better than Sikong Changle picking leaves to hurt master!"

"Zhao Fugui didn't come to die. He wasn't afraid of Sikong Changsheng. I'm afraid those big men in Youzhou and Qingzhou have miscalculated. Sikong Changsheng's chair is not so easy to sit on!"

All the thousands of warriors outside the Xue family's courtyard were shocked by Zhao Fugui's killing of Sikong Changle. After a few seconds of silence, they all cried out in disbelief.

Zhao Fugui killed Sikong Changle as if he had done something trivial. With no expression on his face, he stretched out his hand to the direction of the copper coffin."Hum!" The copper coffin gave out a sharp friction sound in an instant, and even pulled the heavy copper coffin directly. With a loud bang, the coffin fell to the ground, crushing a large area of marble, making a loud bang and falling on Zhao Fugui's side.

"Old Xue, I'll give you a ride!" Zhao Fugui clapped his hand on the copper coffin, and the heavy lid flew up in an instant, and the corpse of Sikong Changge also fell out. Zhao Fugui raised the body of master Xue and put it directly into the copper coffin.

"Are there any relatives and friends of master Xue here? I'm going to have a big funeral for Mr. Xue today. Please prepare for it! " Zhao Fugui grabbed the copper coffin with one hand, carried it on his shoulder, turned his head, looked out of the courtyard and asked in a deep voice.

"Gu Qingsong is here!"

"Muye is here!" The two masters who were seriously injured three days ago looked at each other and came out with bandages on their chests.

"Lizi, how dare you kill my son again!" Just at this time, the stunned Sikong Changsheng looked at the corpse of Sikong Changle, roared fiercely, stepped on his feet and rushed to Zhao Fugui like a shell.

"Change the mourning clothes for the old man and let him go clean!" Zhao Fugui's eyes were sharp, his hands trembled, and he directly threw the copper coffin at Gu Qingsong and Muye.