Zombie: I check in at Uncle Nine World

Su Zitong came to Maoshan in a carriage!
When he saw the scene at the gate of Maoshan, he almost lost his breath.

I saw two kneeling people in front of the gate of Maoshan, kneeling towards the plaque of Maoshan, on which the word Maoshanzong was written.

Xiao Jianyu and Chen Zhanfeng, kneeling in front of the plaque, were fuzzy, they were too weak.

They heard the carriage approaching.

Looking back with difficulty, he saw his brother Su Zitong coming to save him.

"Brother,,,, help me!"

"Brother, save me."

Xiao Jianyu and Chen Zhanfeng spoke with difficulty, and after finishing speaking, they had no strength left to continue.

Su Zitong's face was livid, and there was a fierce look in his eyes. There was no need to cover up his murderous aura.

Shi Jian and the others rejoiced once again that their decision was right.

Fortunately, he got away from Maoshan, otherwise, with what Lin Fan did now, Maoshan would never have left a living.

The onlookers suddenly felt their scalps go numb.

Lin Fan dared to torture his junior brother like this if someone who could make Shi Jian respectful came in person.

This is purely the act of lighting the toilet!
"Daoist Lin Fan, although he is very famous recently, he is too young after all."

"Hey, I thought Lin Daochang was a wise person, but I didn't expect to lose my mind like this."

"It seems that Maoshan is going to end here."

"It's too irrational. Isn't it good to keep Maoshan incense?"

The onlookers shook their heads and sighed. Maoshan has protected Xiangxi for many years, and these people are still grateful to Maoshan.

But it's just gratitude, they are neither warlords nor monks.

Can't help, at most just watch the excitement, and then sigh a few times.

When Su Zitong's disciples went up to check Xiao Jianyu and Chen Zhanfeng and wanted to untie them.

It turned out that the situation of the two people was not very good.

"Master, Xiao Jianyu's hands and feet are useless. I'm afraid it will be a waste of medicinal materials if he is cured."
"Chen Zhanfeng is even worse, his dantian is broken, and he can only be a mortal in the future."

His disciple informed Su Zitong of the situation.

After hearing this, Su Zitong just nodded.

He wants to return all the damage to the Maoshanmen inside.

I saw Su Zitong pulled out the saber on his back, and was about to walk into Maoshan.

A low-grade Huang-rank spirit sword, with a faint yellow light emitting from the spirit sword.

This is the unique light busyness of yellow-rank weapons.

"This is Huang Jie's sword. Unexpectedly, the monks in eastern Hunan have such a background!"

Shi Jian said enviously, and at the same time wanted to see how Lin Fan died tragically.

After all, it was Lin Fan who played tricks, and he lost the qualification to be the head of the sect.

Shi Jian hates it!

Qian Yuan and Bai Jian both watched from outside the door, hoping to see Lin Fan die tragically.

Su Zitong was about to go in alone.

His disciple stopped him: "Master, why do I feel something is wrong!"

Suddenly, the disciple felt a sense of danger, but he couldn't tell what it was like.

It's just that they feel that there is danger. The Maoshan disciples are too rampant. Not only did they not kneel down to greet them, but they also disabled Xiao Jianyu and Chen Zhanfeng.

If it is disabled, it will be disabled, without even showing any signs, but arrogantly let the two of them kneel in front of Maoshan's gate.

An imposing manner of sitting firmly like a mountain!

"It's just that the Maoshanmen are pretending to be calm, trying to scare me off."

"You Tan Youlun is dead, who can stop me."

"Besides, even if Tan Youlun is here, I have this spirit sword, and Tan Youlun is not enough for me to kill."

After Su Zitong finished speaking, he walked into the Maoshan Gate.

As soon as he entered, he saw Lin Fan sharpening his sword.

This sword is the sword of the patriarch. After Maoshan was listed, it was officially enshrined to the patriarch. Naturally, the sword left by the patriarch was also enshrined.

Lin Fan then sharpened the patriarch's sword, so that when outsiders come to learn from him, they won't let others see the rusty sword.

The four-eyed Taoist priest, the Qianhe Taoist priest, and Cane Gu, before the statue of the patriarch in the inner hall, they are ready to live and die with Maoshan.

Su Zitong walked in and saw Lin Fan sharpening his sword.

Then he asked patiently, "Sharpening a sword now is like sharpening a gun in battle. Is it too late?"

Su Zitong asked patiently, he was just curious, but this Maoshan sect member was strange, he was still sharpening his sword at this time.

Don't you know that it's time for Maoshan to exterminate the family?
"It's not too late, it's not too late, the so-called sharpening your guns in front of the battle, there will be light if there is no light."

Lin Fan said.

He didn't even look at Su Zitong, and only cared about sharpening his ancestor's sword.

"Okay, since you are a junior, I will give you a stick of incense time to sharpen your sword. After a stick of incense, no matter whether you sharpen it or not, I will send you down."

Su Zitong found an incense in the incense burner in front of the Taoist temple and lit it.

Then he found a stone stool and sat down.

Watching Lin Fan sharpen his sword patiently.

"Your senior brother, where is Lin Fengjiao? This is the catastrophe that your senior brother has to face, and now you have to bear it?"

Su Zitong asked.

"My senior brother has something important to go out, and now I am fully responsible for Maoshan.'

Lin Fan replied flatly.

In Su Zitong's mind, he quickly conceived a way to kill Lin Fan in front of him.

He thought of an excellent way, that is to smash Lin Fan's dantian.

Grab his soul, refine it into a ghost doll, and let him control it.

Lin Fan didn't look at him the whole time, and only cared about sharpening his sword.

The time for a stick of incense has passed.

The stick of incense that Su Zitong lit was burned out.

At this time, Daoist Simu, Daoist Qianhe, and Cane Gu rushed in front of Lin Fan.

Three people hold swords.

"Are they all there?"

"It's just right, I don't have to look for them one by one."

Su Zi channel.

Since they are all there, they just go out in one go.

"I won't let you mess around."

Four eyes said.

"Maoshan has stood firm for thousands of years, how can it be said that it will be destroyed if it is destroyed."

"I still have one breath left, and I won't let you succeed."

Daoist Qianhe said.

"Senior brother, senior sister, you go to the inner hall to drink tea, I can solve it."

Lin Fandao.

To deal with Su Zitong, he is only a seventh-rank Taoist priest, and an iron man is enough.

There is no need for Maoshan to work hard.

This is too much to think highly of Su Zitong.

Simu and the other three were unwilling to step aside, they didn't think Lin Fan could deal with Su Zitong.

Although Lin Fan is also a seventh-rank Taoist leader, he can still command puppets.

Lin Fan just stepped in, Su Zitong has accumulated many years in the long-term realm of seventh-rank Taoism.

Su Zitong's sword is at the level of Tiandi Xuanhuang.

They didn't know that Lin Fan had the Tiandi Xuanhuang sword.

The stone man controlled by Lin Fan couldn't stop Huang Jie's spirit sword at all.

The three of them would not ignore Lin Fan.

"Junior brother, today we will accompany you to the end."

"Junior brother, I have never regretted this decision."

"Junior brother, even if we die today, we are worthy of the word Maoshan."

The three said righteously.

Lin Fan was speechless.

This is not the end, with a flick of a finger, this Suzi will be wiped out.

Why say such provocative words.

"It's okay, you go back to drink tea."

Lin Fandao.

At this time, the three of them refused to listen, and rushed towards Su Zitong with their swords in hand.

A posture of wanting to fight Su Zitong with his life.