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Zhang Qiuhan used the technique of restraining spirits and dispatching generals to help Wu Dalang devour three eight-hundred-year-old ghosts, and Wu Dalang's strength was greatly improved.

Wu Dalang only needs to digest and settle, and he will be a powerful assistant in the future.

Seeing that Wu Dalang was fine, Jin Lian felt relieved and went to the side to lick his wounds alone.

Its wound is a bit difficult to treat. At least Zhang Qiuhan can't help. He can wait for Liu Yanyan to return and deal with it for her.

After doing this, Zhang Qiuhan asked Liu Yanyan to put the bodies of Duan Ye and Cheng Tie in an abandoned house nearby, planning to search their memories with both hands later.

Zhang Qiuhan and Sun Wuwei walked to Zhu Hei, who was on the verge of death and in a coma.

Sun Wuwei looked at Zhu Hei and said to Zhang Qiuhan:

"Mr. Zhang, what should I do about this?"

Zhang Qiuhan said without thinking:

"This Zhu Hei is just a marginal figure. He is of no great use. Of course, he must be eradicated."

Sun Wuwei nodded and continued:

"Then I wake him up and ask him whether he chooses one or two?"

Zhang Qiuhan: "..."

"Why bother with that? You can just snap it off."

Sun Wuwei thought about it, so he knelt down and prepared to kill Zhu Hei.

He stretched out his hand to strangle Zhu Hei, but found that Zhu Hei's body was already cold and his neck had no pulse.

Sun Wuwei curled his lips and whispered to Zhang Qiuhan:

"Mr. Zhang, Zhu Hei is dead."

Zhang Qiuhan and Sun Wuwei frowned together.

Zhu Hei is dead, and the person who just fought against Zhu Hei is none other than Fa Meng.

In other words, the murderer is Fa Meng!

Monks commit the precept of killing. . .

The two exchanged glances without leaving any trace.

Zhang Qiuhan then spoke loudly:

"Ahem, that Wuwei, this Zhu Hei still has a breath, please kill him."

Sun Wuwei understood the idea and said loudly:

"Okay Mr. Zhang, then I will kill him!"

As he said that, Sun Wuwei reached out and grabbed Zhu Hei's neck. With a little force, he twisted the dead Zhu Hei's head, making Zhu Hei's body look more like a dead person.

Zhang Qiuhan and Sun Wuwei used exaggerated acting skills to act out a scene, pretending that Zhu Hei was killed by Sun Wuwei to prevent Fa Meng from feeling guilty.

Fa Meng was able to kill the souls of Zhu family ancestors without hesitation, which can be interpreted as salvation. After all, they were just ghosts, and strictly speaking, they were not committing murder.

Killing people and saving the souls of the dead are completely different concepts. In order to take care of Fa Meng's emotions, the two of them could only act awkwardly.

After Zhang Qiuhan and Sun Wuwei performed with exaggerated acting skills, they turned to look at Fa Meng, fearing that Fa Meng would find out.

But he found that Fa Meng was just hanging his head in a daze.

Zhang Qiuhan even doubted whether Fa Meng had seen their acting just now.

After thinking about it, Zhang Qiuhan walked slowly to Fa Meng and said to Fa Meng:

"Fa Meng, what are you thinking about? You didn't kill that person. He was strangled to death by Wuwei. It had nothing to do with you."

Fa Meng raised his lowered head, looked directly at Zhang Qiuhan, and asked:

"Donor Zhang, I have something to ask you to answer truthfully, little monk. Do you know martial arts?"

Zhang Qiuhan raised his head slightly and thought for a moment. Why did this sentence feel so familiar, as if he had just heard it said by someone?

Fa Meng's eyes were complicated and he continued to ask:

"You have already learned the seventy-three stunts of Shaolin, right?"

Zhang Qiuhan looked at Fa Meng with burning eyes and felt a little relieved.

It turned out that Fa Meng was obsessed with knowing the seventy-three Shaolin stunts, and he thought Fa Meng was obsessed with killing people.

Zhang Qiuhan breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Hey, what did I think?"

"Didn't I just learn the seventy-three Shaolin stunts in the past few days? Have you forgotten?"

"The seventy-three unique skills of Shaolin were brought by you."

Zhang Qiuhan said to Fa Meng matter-of-factly.

After Fa Meng heard this, his eyes flickered and he took a few steps back, as if he had suffered a huge blow.

Just now he faced five eight-hundred-year-old ghosts alone, and he was not in such a panic.

"No! No! Impossible!"

Fa Meng came up with three consecutive denials.

Zhang Qiuhan on the side looked at Fa Meng's miserable expression, fearing that there would be snowflakes floating in the sky.

Far from being as calm and composed as a monk, Fa Meng had a face full of suspicion and even a hint of jealousy.

He opened his mouth and said:

"It's impossible. The seventy-three unique skills of Shaolin are extremely exquisite. Even those with outstanding talents need decades of hard practice to achieve success."

"You can't cultivate it to perfection in just seven days or so!"

With that said, Fa Meng pointed at Zhang Qiuhan and said sternly:

"You must be lying! You must have known kung fu for a long time! You must have known the seventy-three stunts of Shaolin!"

"You must be lying to me!"

Zhang Qiuhan was speechless. Looking at the dazed Fa Meng in front of him, he didn't know what to do for a moment.

Fa Meng was so powerful that he single-handedly challenged five Zhu family ancestors and easily killed them.

As a result, Fa Meng was not seriously injured by the enemy, but his teammate weakened his spirit and became a little crazy.

This. . .

Fa Meng was fine when he came down the mountain to deliver the secret book, but he would be like this crazy when he came back.

Doesn't Lingyin Temple want to go down the mountain to find him, Zhang Qiuhan, to settle accounts?

Zhang Qiuhan's thoughts were racing, and he was thinking crazily in his mind about how to explain to Fa Meng.

Suddenly he had an idea and said to Fa Meng:

"Fa Meng, you don't know something. In fact, I used the 'evil and crooked' method to temporarily improve the state of Shaolin's seventy-three stunts."

"Don't look at me jumping around now. I will suffer backlash when I go back. It will be very painful."

Zhang Qiuhan thought in his mind that he would definitely not be able to explain the system's cultivation methods, so he would have to package the system as an 'evil heretic' to stymie Fa Meng.

After hearing this, Fa Meng waved his hand suddenly and said loudly:

"Don't lie to me! I have been practicing Shaolin stunts for twenty years! I never slack off every day and night! I know the seventy-three stunts of Shaolin better than anyone else!"

"The Shaolin stunts you just displayed, whether it is external or internal skills, are no different from those of me who have practiced hard for more than 20 years! There are no hidden dangers hidden in them!"

"The solid skills you have gained through decades of hard work are not acquired through 'evil ways' at all!"

Fa Meng has been a monk since he was released from prison. He started practicing the seventy-three Shaolin stunts before he could remember, and practiced the Shaolin stunts as a habit like walking and drinking water.

He had such a deep understanding of Shaolin's special skills, how could he be so easily put off by Zhang Qiuhan?

In addition to the extremely exquisite martial arts displayed by Zhang Qiuhan, Fa Meng also discovered that Zhang Qiuhan's body was also much stronger.

When he left the office today, Fa Meng noticed something was different about Zhang Qiuhan, but he didn't think much about it at the time.

Now that I think about it, it must be because of the effect of the Yijin Meridian on cleansing the marrow and cutting bones, which improved Zhang Qiuhan's physique and body shape.

Zhang Qiuhan's naked upper body muscles were twisted like beef tendons, without a trace of fat.

This is exactly the result of the effect of the Yijin Meridian in the Perfect Realm, which cleanses the marrow and cuts the bones!