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Chapter 22 Heroes should slaughter all the heroes in the world ([-])
The strong smell of blood filled everyone's noses, everyone was stunned for a moment at first, and then gradually reflected.

The rain of arrows came so suddenly that they had no time to escape!

And the rain of arrows seems to be endless, the arrows are made of pig iron, every time the rain of arrows drifts, there will be a large group, a large group of martial arts masters crawling on the mountain.

"Everyone, don't move around, everyone, don't mess around, look around to see if there are boulders around, hide behind the stones..."

At the end of the line, a figure flashed past in a hurry, yelling continuously...

This figure is a young man, dressed in coarse linen, with a bow and arrow behind his back, covered in blood, with a terrified expression.

The young man has been hunting for a living since he was a child, so he is more experienced than others in escaping from being caught in a rain of arrows.

But even so, for him, the arrow rain just now is undoubtedly equivalent to walking through the gate of hell. The feeling that he has no place to hide and can only wait for death, he never wants to die in this life. In the second encounter!
It's just too scary!

The young man kept yelling, but no one listened to him at this moment. The foot of the mountain became a mess, and there was a lot of noise. The smell of blood wafted into the air along with the torrential rain...

However, unlike the others, there were a few figures among the random arrows that were not affected by the rain of arrows.

Especially for the middle-aged man who looked like a scribe, the rain of arrows that filled the sky couldn't even penetrate within a foot of his body...

This person walked forward slowly, holding a jade-colored flute in his hand, his robe fluttering in the wind...

The rain of arrows continued, and it took a long time before it gradually weakened...

"His grandma, if I don't kill him, the so-called Pavilion Master of Langya Pavilion, I swear I won't be human!"

After the arrow rain, everyone wailed, and there were countless casualties...

Even when someone roared in anger...

It is a monk, wearing cassock, holding a Zen staff, with eight ring scars printed on his head.

At this time, the other party's face was ferocious, full of anger...

"Oh, is it?"

Just as the monk finished speaking, there was an echo in mid-air, which seemed to be mixed with a little smile.

Accompanied by the echo, a snow-white figure approached slowly through the void...

Not so chic!

"This is... a peerless expert who ranks among the grandmasters!"

In the crowd, someone stared wide-eyed, staring closely at the dashing figure who came from nowhere.

Walking in the air, only the unrivaled powerhouse who has reached the realm of the master can do it!
This is the eternal law!
"Oh my God, are we crazy? How dare we offend our ancestor!"

"Once the Grandmaster comes out, I'm afraid even the four masters in the world may not be able to fight together!!!"

"Everyone run, everyone run!"

It seemed that this snow-like figure was more terrifying than the rain of arrows just now, and there were several voices yelling and running in the crowd.

Even the middle-aged man holding the jade flute showed a shocked expression at this time...

"You just said you won't kill me, and you swear you won't be a human being?"

The snow-white figure walked down the steps paved with bluestone slabs step by step, and looked at the monk who raised his head and roared.

However, at this time, the other party was trembling like a sieve, and from time to time there were bean-sized drops of water on his forehead. I don't know if it was rain or cold sweat...

"I see that you are pretending to be a monk!"

The snow-white figure is none other than Ye Qiong.

"I said that you monks often say that I don't go to hell. Whoever goes to hell, why did you get here? It's just a quick talk. I didn't say you. You are a monk. It's Lao Tzu who opens and shuts up. Where will you put your face when you become a monk?"

Ye Qiong glanced at the monk and turned her head straight away.

Originally, he thought he was a hero from somewhere, but he didn't expect to be a weak and incompetent monk.

"Your Excellency...is the Pavilion Master of Langya Pavilion?"

At this moment, the middle-aged man with the appearance of a scribe slowly walked up.

"Yes, it is this seat!"

Ye Qiong smiled and nodded.

"If my guess is right, you should be the well-known Huang Yaoshi in the Jianghu!!!"

"The master has good eyesight!"

The middle-aged man with the appearance of a scribe was slightly taken aback, a little shocked, this time he came out, he had carefully dressed up!
"Huang Yaoshi, is it possible that Huang Yaoshi is one of the four wonders in the world!"

Everyone seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, and couldn't help but exclaimed...

In terms of ranking, Huang Yaoshi is definitely the first and second among the four best in the world.

"Is my daughter here with you!"

Huang Yaoshi glanced around and snorted coldly, his disdain palpable.

"If I say no, do you—believe it?"

"If that's the case, I'm afraid the old man will tear down your Langya Pavilion by himself, and search for it carefully!"

"Huang Yaoshi is worthy of being the owner of Peach Blossom Island, refreshing!"

The smile on Ye Qiong's face remained unchanged, but her tone suddenly became cold.

"Then I will give Huang Yaoshi a chance. If you can enter my Langya Pavilion alive, even if you have a breath, I will offer your daughter with both hands!"

"So, my daughter is really here with you!"

Huang Yaoshi narrowed his eyes slightly, and spoke coldly.

Ye Qiong didn't answer him, she still smiled, and then she tapped her toes and floated hundreds of meters in an instant...

"Before dawn, I don't want to see one of them standing!"

The long night sky was mixed with the sound of heavy rain, which made Ye Qiong's voice fluctuate for a long time...

"How bold!"

The corner of Huang Yaoshi's mouth twitched fiercely. He was undoubtedly angry, and he was still extremely angry!
No one has ever dared to speak to him like that, never!
"Kill..."

At this moment, there was a shocking shout of killing, which was breathtaking, like a thunderclap...

Immediately afterwards, groups of warriors in black clothes quickly ran out of the night. Their speed was very fast, and their pace seemed to be very random, but they vaguely followed a pattern...

There are not many warriors in black, only about a hundred of them.

However, the overall aura was unimaginable. During the shouting and killing, it was like a fierce tiger descending the mountain. The tiger roared in the mountains and forests, and some people with low cultivation and unstable consciousness were stunned on the spot!

"Tips for carving insects..."

At the front of the crowd, Huang Yaoshi snorted coldly, his aura suddenly became stronger, and he surpassed the hundreds of black-clothed warriors in an instant.

"Senior Huang, don't bully the small with the big!!!"

Suddenly, there was a sneer in the air, and then, a boy who seemed to be eleven or twelve years old slowly approached, and behind the boy, there were nine figures who were approaching the extreme, each of them Exuding a menacing aura, there are even several of them who can vaguely compete with Huang Yaoshi...

What was even more shocking was that the leading boy was even stronger than Huang Yaoshi...

(End of this chapter)