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Who is Gongsun Wulong? Ordinary people would be frightened to death when they hear his name. They would like to hide as far away as possible, but no one would rush in.

"Wushuang, who is this person?"

Seeing Zhu Wushuang chasing after him, the short detective quickly stopped him and asked.

Zhu Wushuang also had a confused look on his face, and hurriedly wanted to follow him in, but was dragged back by the two policemen, one tall and one short.

…

Inside the Earth Temple.

The statue of the Lord of the Land has long since collapsed, and the incense altar altar is also in pieces. The ground is covered with straw and is in dilapidated condition.

On the right side of the statue, several people are sitting.

A bloated middle-aged woman, a Taoist priest with long eyebrows wearing simple Taoist robes, a gray-haired beggar in ragged clothes and carrying a bamboo stick, and lying in the straw behind him was a bald old monk, covered with something unknown. There were several holes penetrated by the thing, and his chest was still heaving slightly. Although the bleeding seemed to have stopped, the injury was very serious and it looked like he would die soon.

On the other side, there was also an old man sitting cross-legged. This old man was wearing a dark brown robe. He was not very tall and had a slender expression. He looked kind-hearted, but there was still a hint of viciousness in the corners of his eyes.

"The Six Meridians Swordsmanship of Tianlong Temple is indeed superb. It's a pity that this old monk is not good at learning and has really insulted the name of his ancestors." A cruel smile flashed across the corner of the old man's mouth, holding a booklet in his hand and thinking. He said, "Monk Turn on the Light, since you lose, I will accept this sword skill secret book."

"puff……"

The monk lying on the ground spit out another mouthful of blood when he heard this.

The old man ignored him at all and glanced at the three people in front of him, "Whose turn is it next?"

The three people's hearts tightened, and there was obviously some fear on their faces.

They had just fought a battle, and the four of them failed to take down Gongsun Oolong, but were injured by him. As a result, Gongsun Oolong was not in a hurry to kill them, but played with them like a cat and a mouse, saying The purpose is to compete with them one by one and compare what they are best at. If they lose, they will give their martial arts secrets. If they win, Gongsun Wulong will let them do whatever they want.

Master Kai Deng was confident that Tianlong Temple’s six-meridian fingering method was the best in the world. Even though he was the first one to come out and challenge the fingering method, he didn’t expect that within ten moves, Gongsun Wulong used his sunflower acupuncture hand to punch acupuncture points in the air. All the weak points were blown.

At this time, seeing the miserable situation of the master who turned on the lamp, who would dare to challenge him?

Although the four of them are all masters, they are only warrior cultivators at the late stage of the God Refining Realm, only at level eight. How can they fight against level nine?

The gap in realm is really difficult to cover.

"Elder Gong, your Beggar Clan's Dragon Subduing Palm is known as the strongest in the world. I happened to have learned a set of Divine Dragon Subduing Corpse Palms. How about we try it and see if your Dragon Subduing Palm can subdue it?" My dragon?" Gongsun Wulong glanced at the old beggar man and said lightly.

Hearing this, the old beggar man held back his anger and said, "Are you afraid? I just hate that the place here is so small that I can't do anything."

"Hahaha……"

Gongsun Wulong laughed loudly, "I said to go out and fight, but you were afraid that I would take the opportunity to run away. Now you say that I can't use it, so I am helpless."

The old beggar was red-faced and speechless.

"Taoist Turtle, your turtle shell magic skill is also amazing in defense. You were not injured in the battle just now. I also learned the Golden Bell Body Skill for the first time, and I also want to compare with you, but these two skills are different. Less than one place…”

Gongsun Wulong's eyes fell on the long-browed Taoist next to him again. He spoke regretfully and shook his head repeatedly, "Since we can't compare, there is no use keeping you..."

When he heard this, the Taoist's eyes suddenly opened, and he already felt that something was wrong.

Sure enough, Gongsun Wulong had already pointed his finger at him.

The Taoist was horrified, and quickly raised his body-protecting Qi and released it to form a looming turtle shell shape.

"boom!"

The finger energy hit the body-protecting energy, and the turtle shell was impacted and immediately showed the slightest cracks.

"Swipe, swipe, swipe..."

Gongsun Oolong pointed a few more fingers in succession, hitting the same spot.

"boom!"

The turtle shell was cracked inch by inch. Finally, it could not withstand the impact and exploded instantly. The Taoist flew out instantly, hit the corner of the wall with a crash, and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

His face was ashen, and he struggled for a while but couldn't get up. He was obviously seriously injured, so it was better to lie down and pretend to be dead.

This scene shocked the two people next to them.

"Hey, no one can beat me!"

Gongsun Wulong shook his head, looking very disappointed.

"Sanniang, it's your turn."

Gongsun Wulong glanced at the middle-aged woman.

The woman's face was solemn, and she tried her best to squeeze out a smile, "Senior brother, your martial arts and even the realm of transformation, how can I be your opponent? Let's not compete!"

"No competition? Then we can only die?"

Gongsun Wulong said in a calm tone.

"Senior brother."

The woman quickly stopped, "What are you doing by killing people everywhere in the world like this? In the end, you become a public enemy in the martial arts world, and everyone calls for beatings. As the saying goes, put down the butcher's knife and turn around. You and I are from the same family. As long as you are willing to give up, I can do it." Help you unblock..."

"Shut up."

Gongsun Wulong scolded, "As a disciple of the Sunflower Sect, you join the Six Sects and are acting as a secret agent for the imperial court. You are no better than me!"

"Brother, listen to me..."

"I know that you are stalling for time, waiting for reinforcements, but it doesn't matter. If you come one, you will kill, and if you come a hundred, you will kill. I like to compete with masters the most. Today I want to see how many masters you can recruit. I If we solve it together, then the world will naturally be at peace..."

Gongsun Wulong became a little irritable as he spoke, "I heard that you have a son in this town of Seven Heroes. I will kill you first, and then I will kill him...who?"

Before he finished speaking, Gongsun Wulong turned sharply and looked towards the temple door.

The two people nearby also followed the sound and saw only two figures walking in from the door.

Both of them were overjoyed, thinking that help had come, but upon taking a closer look, they were immediately disappointed. One was only in the Qi Refining Realm, and the other had no internal energy fluctuation at all. They were just two minions.

The person who came was none other than Chen Muyu.

As soon as he entered the Earth Temple, Chen Muyu felt vaguely regretful. At first, he thought that even if the four masters couldn't defeat Gongsun Oolong, they could at least give it a try. But as soon as he entered, he saw two lying on the ground. There were two others sitting on the ground, their mouths still bleeding, but looking at the other side, the old man was still lively and full of energy.

Chen Muyu could guess who this old man was with the hairs of his nose. He must be Gongsun Wulong.

If you can't beat four against one, what are these people playing?