"Yes...yes...Zhao Zhengyi."

"I can't hear the sound too small."

"Crack!" The fifth and sixth fingers were also folded down.

In the extreme fear of despair, Tian Qi, who was as strong as his will, finally collapsed. He cried in tears: "Ah——! The plum blossom thief is Zhao Zhengyi! Woo... Please let me go!"

"Wouldn't it be better to reveal it earlier?" Chu Zheng sighed and looked around the hall with no one-faced heroes: "You all said before that Mr. Tian Qi had the final say. Now Mr. Tian Qi also admitted that the plum blossom thief was Zhao Zhengyi. Do you have any opinions?"

Seeing that even Tian Qiye followed Zhao Zhengyi and Gongsun Moyun's footsteps, he was disgraced and his face was ruined. Whoever said a lot of people said, they fought with their teeth and shook their heads desperately.

Suddenly, a Buddha's name "Amitabha!" came from outside the hall, followed by a black shadow roaring, with the strong wind rushing to the face, with the sound of wind and thunder, as if it had a thousand pounds of force!

Chu Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly and pointed his right sword at his right hand.

Dugu Nine Swords, Arrow-breaking Style!

The sword finger collided with the black shadow, making a loud bang, the strong wind scattered, and countless small beads flew out, but they flew back to the direction of the door of the hall like life.

It was already dawn outside, and several monks in gray robe walked in slowly in the morning light. The leader was an old monk with pale faces, with a thin face, but his eyes were not angry and powerful, like a Vajra descending to earth.

All the small beads flew back to the hands of the white-browed monk. The white-browed monk's hands were red in white, without any wrinkles, which shows how great the skill on the palm was.

The white-browed monk Heshi said: "The donor has excellent martial arts skills, but he already has the appearance of being a demon. If he increases his murder, he will lose his mind and become a bloodthirsty demon. He also hopes that the donor will put down his butcher's knife and turn around and will be on the shore."

His voice was not loud, but every word echoed in the hall, making everyone's ears ring, like a night drum and morning bell, showing extremely profound internal strength.

Chu Zheng felt a stern in his heart. This old monk was extremely powerful, and he was afraid that he would be no less than Guo Jing!

Tian Qi's eyes suddenly appeared in a bright light and he shouted: "Master, save me quickly. This person is an accomplice of the Plum Blossom Thieves. He is here to rescue the Plum Blossom Thieves!"

Chu Zheng stepped on his back, causing him to vomit blood, and then he stared at the monks coldly: "Are you monks from Shaolin Temple?"

"I am a monk, Shaolin protector, and the heart-brow of the Dharma."

"Is it for the stolen plum blossoms?"

"yes."

"Oh okay, you can take it away with the plum blossom thief." Chu Zheng stretched out his right hand, and reversed the Beiming divine power, and his invisible internal strength was revealed. He sucked Zhao Zhengyi, who had fallen to the ground more than ten steps away, and then threw it towards his heart.

The white eyebrows in his heart were slightly locked, and he reached out to catch Zhao Zhengyi. His hand was stretched very slowly, but he could catch him before Zhao Zhengyi hit him. But the next moment, an abnormal flush appeared on his face, his body shook, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.

Feeling the terrifying force coming from Zhao Zhengyi, his heart and eyebrows were stern. He gently put Zhao Zhengyi down and said:

"Amitabha, the donor's internal strength is amazing, and I am ashamed of myself. But the plum blossom thief injured my Shaolin disciple. I was ordered by the abbot of the head to take the plum blossom thief back to Shaolin Temple for trial. If the donor must work hard to protect Li Xunhuan, I have to rely on it for victory."
Chapter completed!