Mrs. Yingcai said in a heavy life: "Is there anyone who is not good for Wudang?"

He nodded on the void and said, "The letter said - Three days later, the bloody slaughter of Wudang, and three days later, the Wudang will never be restored.

--"

Old man Dongli frowned and said, "Does there be a sect font in the letter?"

Master Kong Xuan shook his head: "I didn't leave the seclusion for the content of the letter, but after reading this letter, the letter turned into pieces and was placed in martial arts. Few people can have this skill. Why should the person who writes the letter keep their name?"

When the old man Dongli heard this, he seemed to remember someone. He shouted, but he didn't say it.

Master Kong Xuan nodded a little and said, "It seems that the leader of Dongli and I are thinking of the same person."

Mr. Tiejian said in surprise: "Is it Lu Xiaoyao, a madman in Duanshan?"

"The Master of King Shura?"

"Isn't he dead?"

"No! He was nailed under the cliff of the Nanshan Mountain by the Zhenxian rope..."

As soon as the words Lu Xiaoyao were expressed, everyone couldn't help but talk.

Master Kong Xuan waved his hand: "Don't be suspicious. I am a little friend from the world who brings something. After seeing such things, I am afraid that it was really planned by Lu Xiaoyao behind the scenes."

Mr. Tiejian: "Oh? Is it the owner of Fengyu Tower? What is it that I don't know?"

Qi Xiaolou, who had been standing by the side, threw the cloth bag in his hand into the field and dropped half of the Zen staff.

"The golden steel pestle of a demon-subduing demon!" The cloth bag was spread out, and the heavy man couldn't help but exclaim. Qi Xiaolou was about to explain in detail, but he heard a loud shout outside the hall: "Qi Xiaolou! You a scum of the martial arts world, eat me a palm!"

In the magnificent hall, a middle-aged man sat on a tiger-skin chair in the center, knocking on the armrest with his index fingertips. It seemed that the hall was not very bright, and there were not many living people.

To be precise, there are more dead people lying on the ground than living people standing.

As a result, the atmosphere in the entire hall was a bit weird and quiet to suffocate.

After a long time, the man on the tiger chair stopped his movements and said, "It has always been our hero tomb whom we want to kill, but I don't understand the dead people on the ground. Three branches and seven secret whistles have been picked out in the past month. What's wrong? You just let him happen? Half look at the ones on the ground. This is the eighth secret whistle that has been pulled out. Everyone, do you want to stand there?" While speaking, he glanced at the people in the hall with a cold look.

"Brother!" A middle-aged handsome man sitting next to him slowly put away his folding fan, stood up, and said lightly: "What happened this month has killed many brothers and damaged some supplies, it is not only not a bad thing, but also a great help from my heroic tomb to unify the world."

As soon as this sentence came out, the man on the tiger leather chair lit up his eyes and asked, "What are the opinions of my third brother? Please analyze it for me."

The middle-aged handsome man unfolded his folding fan again, shook it a few times, and said, "Brother, you know, in order to unify the world, there are several sects who are really troublesome, so he set up a secret whistle. This means that the Nine Gangs and Ten Sects are under the surveillance of my gang, so the secret whistle was picked. It was definitely not the gang near the secret whistle. But because all the secret whistle and branch whistle were connected to a certain gang, I dare to conclude that this incident was not the gangs of the Nine Gangs and Ten Sects.

According to my actual investigation, after all the relevant secret sentries were picked, incidents would occur in the nearby sects. No matter who pulled these secret sentries, whether they would come to the hero's tomb or not, I mean, following the trajectory of these secret sentries being pulled, if you keep up with them, after the next secret sentries being picked, it may be a chance for my hero's tomb tomb!"

The middle-aged man on the tiger leather chair nodded and said, "If you make sense, you will not have to worry if you strengthen yourself... Well, where are the two demons?"

With the sound, two old men flashed out of the hall, lit their staffs and agreed with their fists.

"Design a team in black and pay close attention to the situation of the eastern branch. Once there is any change, it will be rewarded at any time.

Third brother!”

The middle-aged handsome man nodded and agreed.

"Arranging a red-clothed team, pay close attention to the situation of the Western branch. In addition, please ask the fifth brother and sixth brother to speed up. If you can't save your master, this Shaolin Wudang will be... I am most worried about the fifth brother!"

"Brother, don't worry, cough!" A pale man stood up, with a sick look on his face, and said unhappy: "I'm willing to help you!"

"Well! Well, now that's the point where it's urgent, it's all."

After the matter was finished, the man started knocking on the handrail again, and the hall calmed down again. Everyone left the hall one after another. Only the middle-aged man knocked on the handrail and looked into the distance empty.

xxxx     xxxx      xxxxx      xxxx With the sound of loud shouting, the palm wind swung, and the waves slapped at Qi Xiaolou with fierce palms, fierce and anxious, but Qi Xiaolou had not yet moved, Huatongda on the side screamed strangely, dancing the giant spirit's palm, and won first.

The two palms collided and made a loud noise. Huatongda's face changed and she shouted: "Is it my senior brother Zhisheng?"

The man who was holding the palm spat fiercely and cursed: "Shaolin's judge, how could Lao Na be your senior brother? Today I have to stand up for this guy, so I will just end the grudges together?" After saying that, he didn't say anything, and danced his palms and slapped them out vigorously.

After hearing this, Huatongda couldn't help but angrily slammed up and cursed: "Since we are fellow martial arts, we will call you a senior brother, teach you indiscriminately, and teach you how great grandpa is."

Zhixing shouted: "Don't say more, the Tianluo Vajra Palm will subdue demons today."

Huatongda said angrily: "You have Shaolin's unique skills. Isn't my Beggars' Sect's tricks? Look at me, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

The Tianluo Vajra Palm is one of the three masters of Shaolin. Huatongda dared not underestimate it. He now uses the eighteen palms of the dragon to deal with it carefully. The two peerless martial arts intersect and are hard to see in eternity. Both sides have different life and death, and the exquisiteness appears. In the Zhenwu Hall, the palm shadows are long and the figures are everywhere. Everyone is focused and watch the two masters confront each other.

After a hundred moves, both sides did not see the victory or defeat. Huatongda was unconscious of his spirit and used martial arts to win. He forgot his previous intentions. His wisdom saw that Huatongda's palm was not diminished, thinking that his magical nature had already been revealed, and his silver teeth were biting secretly. Vajra's eyes were angry, and Vajra's domineering world, and Vajra's three consecutive styles were emitted. Huatongda, who was originally a Shaolin sect, did not know these three moves, and did not dare to neglect at the moment. Seeing that his palm was on the left and his body was right, he saw that his palm was in front, and his footsteps were slow. Give him a quick fight and slow to control fast.
Chapter completed!