I looked at this peach wood sword. Of course, I couldn't compare with my Jiangchen Sword. I guess I couldn't even compare with the peach wood sword I used, but just use it. Damn, who would have thought that I would encounter a monster? I would have taken Jiangchen Sword out if I had known it.

Uncle Cong felt quite relaxed, so he took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth before walking towards the factory.

Uncle Cong pushed open the door and I followed it in. It was very empty, about three or four basketball courts, and there was nothing inside.

There were two figures. I looked carefully and saw that one of them was not the monk Fang, who was the one, and I wanted to beat him up. I was a bastard, and I dared to use fakes to deceive me.

The monk Fang was holding the Zen stick in his hand, as if he was trading. As for the other person, I saw that this person looked about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, wearing a gold-rimmed glasses and a white casual outfit, and looked a gentle young man, who also held a black suitcase in his hand.

Fang Shineng also had a embarrassed look on his face after seeing us in, and said sternly: "Why are you two here!"

"Bastard, I've always been the only one who cheats others of money. If you are paralyzed, give me the Zen stick." Uncle Cong in front of me reacted very fiercely, with anger on his face, and he stared at Fang Shineng and cursed.

Fang Shineng's face turned slightly red, he coughed and said, "Are you just talking about the Zen stick? I don't know what Zen stick you want!"

This bastard actually pretended to be confused with us. I snorted, but it was still not as excited as Uncle Cong. I said, "Okay, give us the real Zen stick, you can drive it at any cost!"

"This gentleman has bid 150,000 yuan, you can be higher than this." Fang Shineng pointed at the young man in a suit and looked at us with a puzzled look.

"I'm paralyzed, you dare to lie to me for just 150,000." Uncle Cong snorted and said contemptuously: "I'll pay 160,000!"

When Fang Shineng heard this, hesitant expression appeared on his face.

"Hey, let's make a fuss, I don't feel like it anymore." The young man finally spoke with a smile on his face. The other party said, "Sir, it seems that we have started trading. It's not good for you to suddenly change hands!"

"Which guy are you from Hongmen Inn?" Uncle Cong skipped Fang Shineng directly and said to the guy: "Are you looking for death by snatching things with me, Wu Zhicong?"

"It turns out it's Mr. Wu Zhicong. I've heard of it from my third sister." The young man actually bowed and said, "That Wu Jiu called me the top scholar Lang, but I don't like that name very much. It's too ancient, I still like my English name more. Lang, you can call me Mr. Lang!"

Lang, I'm going, what a weird name? Uncle Cong frowned and said, "You are the top scholar, the third leader of Hongmen Inn!"

"The third leader is too cheesy. I prefer modern voices, such as the third boss, or the third shareholder, or the young man." The young man was gentle and looked like a turtle doctor.

I frowned: "Cao, how come there are so many strange names? Fang Shineng, let me tell you, the person in front of you is a monster. If you don't want to die, come over with a Zen stick!"

Fang Shineng gave me a blank look and pointed at the top scholar and said, "You are a monster. This person's temperament is obviously a rich man. Don't think of using him as a monster to fool me. I'm not stupid!"

"He is right, I am a monster." Mr. Zhuang Yuanlang actually nodded and looked at Fang Shineng strangely and said, "If you have a good temperament, you can't be a monster!"

Fang Shineng was no longer the enemy. The top scholar Lang Sheng was too lazy to talk nonsense to him. He snatched the Zen stick and handed a box of money to Fang Shineng and said, "You go with the money. These two people will snatch things later. Be careful of being injured when they fight!"

Oh my god, how can we say that we are villains? He has become a great charity.

"There is a lot of nonsense." Uncle Cong bit his right finger, then drew a Tai Chi diagram with his left hand, and recited: "The divine weapon is as urgent as the law, expelling evil spirits, slaying ghosts and slaying demons, and performing it for me." Then he slapped the top scholar at the top scholar.

The top scholar did not hide. After being hit, he took two steps back and laughed strangely. Slowly, his whole body became rotten, and a foul stench suddenly came.

"Mom." Fang Shineng was almost scared to death, and he ran out of the factory with the box of money in his arms.

This top scholar was actually a corpse monster. That's right. I've heard that the third leader of Hongmen Inn was a corpse monster. The clothes on this guy were soon corroded by the black blood on his body, and his body was covered with pus and blood, which looked very disgusting.

This guy looks a bit like a zombie in Resident Evil.

The top scholar was knocked back two steps and did not attack. Instead, he said, "We will discuss it. It is best not to fight if you don't fight. Fighting and killing is the most meaningless. Otherwise, when we are resurrected, Master Black Mountain will give you the Zen Staff. Look at this proposal!"

"Hmph, do you really think you can take this Zen stick away." Uncle Cong snorted coldly and said to me: "Huizi, be careful, don't let this guy run away, see if I beat it up today!"

I nodded. If this guy was disgusting and looked weak, I wouldn't hope.

I took two steps back and carefully guarded the exit. Uncle Cong rushed up and jumped up and kicked the top scholar. The top scholar did not hide. Uncle Cong was kicked in the chest and took several steps back.

The top scholar said innocently: "Otherwise, I will let you beat me up, and then you can ask me to take this Zen stick away. The third sister asked me to take it. If I don't take it back, I will be scolded again!"

"Cao, I don't believe you won't fight back." Uncle Cong got even more angry when he heard this. A handsome roar kicked the top scholar in the chest, but the top scholar really stood up and let Uncle Cong fight. Uncle Cong didn't know why he didn't use talismans, and he started punching and kicking.

After a full minute of beating, Uncle Cong was sweating all over. The top scholar grabbed the Zen stick tightly and refused to let go, so he asked him to beat it.

Uncle Cong stopped beating, panting, cursing: "I'm paralyzed, I won't beating anymore, grass, what's the thing? I'm so resistant to beating!"

"That, it doesn't hurt if you hit me." The top scholar asked weakly: "Have you beaten enough? I'll leave after you hit enough. Third sister is still waiting for me!"

Oh, why did this top scholar give me a dumb feeling? I really don’t know why he became the third leader in the Hongmen Inn, where so many monsters are so popular.
Chapter completed!