The leader of the Demon Cult ran away with the ball

Lin Bi was praised a lot, even though he maintained a humble and polite face, he couldn't hide the arrogance and pride in his eyes. He was full of joy and praised Xue Jingying, and talked with other disciples Fighting together, accepting their bragging and praise, they are already going to become the best among their martial arts peers.

Xue Jingying glanced at it, then backed out from the crowd, seeing Lin Bi's complacent look in the crowd, Xue Jingying sneered, let's be as proud as you can, and I'll let you taste the taste of life being worse than death later.

When he got out of the crowd, Shui Chenbi greeted him, Xue Jingying said nothing, went around him and found a seat to sit down.Shui Chenbi glanced at Lin Bi in the crowd, and probably guessed what he was thinking, but he didn't care what Xue Jingying did, he only cared whether he was okay or not.

Thinking, he also sat next to Xue Jingying.The two sat for a while, and the wedding banquet of the first alliance of martial arts began, but it didn't start with the hall worship, but with the magic banquet.

The steward of the Wulin League came out and announced that in order not to disturb the subsequent wedding banquet, the feast for sacrifice to the devil would be held first. After he finished his announcement, everyone saw dozens of servants pushing a small cart to transport firewood. The firewood was stacked in the lobby of the Wulin League courtyard. Round and round, a large circular firewood pile was built.

Because the wedding banquet was going to be held, the body of "Xue Jingying" who had been hanging on the flagpole of the Wulin League to expose his body had been taken down today. Now that the servants had set up the fire, two strong men dragged the body backwards come out.

The corpse was unkempt, with iron chains hanging on its hands and feet, its clothes were torn and torn, and the clothes were full of coagulated blood. Because it was the season at the junction of winter and spring, the corpse was hung up for more than two months, and it was still well preserved. , but the skin has been air-dried, and the shape is also very miserable.

The two strong men dragged the body out and tied it to the pillar in the middle of the woodpile.

When Xue Jingying saw it, her eyes were shattered, and the nails of her clenched fist were pierced into the flesh, bleeding. Shui Chenbi hurriedly held his hand, and whispered to him through sound transmission: "It's not the timing, don't impulse."

Xue Jingying glanced at him, suppressed her anger, but forgot to take back the hand held by Shui Chenbi.

The corpse was already placed on the woodpile, and many juniors from the martial arts sect who were watching started shouting one after another to burn the great martial arts monster to death, but they forgot that it was a corpse that had died long ago.

Xue Jingying glanced at these people. He considers himself the leader of the Demon Cult, and his methods are ruthless, but he always kills with one blow. People in their Demon Cult disdain such methods as killing corpses after death. These so-called martial arts decent It's even crueler than these crooked cults.And how many of these people really have enmity with him, they are just a group of mediocre people who follow others and echo what others say.

Xue Jingying thought her hands were dirty even if she killed them.

He glanced at the group of shouting martial arts Zhengdao. In the middle of the hall, Lin Bi, who was the hero who killed the devil, was also elected by his father Lin Kaitai to speak: "Thank you seniors and all the knights for coming to my martial arts league!" I, Lin Bi, feel very honored for my Lin Bi's wedding banquet and this demon banquet. As the leader of the Western Demon Sect, Xue Jingying was ruthless and cruel. I don't know how many decent martial arts disciples died at his hands. Such a demon, people Killing people is the public enemy of righteousness in our martial arts. I, Lin Bi, killed him, but I was doing justice for the heavens. It is my duty as a disciple of the martial arts alliance. All the seniors and knights praised him so much today. I, I, Lin Bi, are truly ashamed, so I can only say thank you seniors and chivalrous men here."

As he spoke, he bowed his hands, and all the small sects below who claimed to be famous and decent immediately began to flatter and applaud, and then began to shout burnt burning.

Seeing this, Lin Bi said, "Today, I, Lin Bi, don't want to talk nonsense, but my intention is to say that the reason why our Wulin League holds this feast is not only to let the knights kill you with your own eyes. The enemy's hatred is more important to alert those crooked demons who are still active in the Jianghu, and let them know that as long as our Wulin League is there, we will ensure the peace of our Jianghu Wulin, so that they will not dare to be rampant."

As soon as he finished his words, the blood of the small sects below boiled, and they all shouted: "Well said! The Wulin League will last forever!"Among the five sects, apart from the Qingshan sect who was born in Lin Kaitai, the other four sects did not move much.

After Lin Bi finished speaking, he looked down, smiled with satisfaction, waved his hand at the servants below, and said, "Light on the fire!"

The servant holding the torch heard the order, so he went forward to light the firewood. Everyone watched him approach step by step. The torch touched the firewood. Xue Jingying slowly narrowed his eyes watching the fire, and the torch The moment the woodpile was lit, everyone was about to cheer, when suddenly a palm wind came from nowhere, and knocked out the fire on the firewood.

Everyone was wondering, when they saw a person jump out of the crowd, he snatched the torch from the servant's hand, and put it out on the ground.

When everyone fixed their eyes, they saw that the man who had snatched the torch turned around. He took off the cloak on his head, clasped his palms at the crowd in the lobby, and said, "Amitabha, the heavens have the virtue of good life. You should have a kind heart, this benefactor Xue is dead, why do you all have to cruelly burn the body?"

Xue Jingying and Shui Chenbi looked over, and saw that the man was bald with six ring scars on the top. He was a monk with a clean face and a slender figure, with a calm face. He was dressed in loose cassock, with black Buddhist beads around his neck, Zen stick.

His eyebrows were drooping, and he looked calm and untainted, which made people dare not profane.

Xue Jingying didn't recognize his face, but his Zen staff was very familiar. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly remembered, isn't this Zen staff held by the monk in Tsing Yi who met for the first time on the day of the Tianmen Dragon Tournament? Why is it here? monk's hands.

Xue Jingying looked at the monk carefully for a moment, and suddenly realized that he might not be the only one who was disguised by the human skin mask that day, even this monk.

Thinking about it, Xue Jingying narrowed her eyes. He didn't know what this monk was here for. Maybe he was here to take the blame of this decent person in the Jianghu martial arts world and give justice to his corpse.

He looked at the monk and waited quietly.

A monk suddenly appeared at the Devil Sacrifice Banquet. Everyone was a little dumbfounded and felt like being slapped in the face. The monk's question seemed to be questioning them in public as to why they were as ruthless as a cult. In an instant, all sects felt a little embarrassed.

But this person is a monk, and Shaolin is the head of the six martial arts sects. Everyone wanted to accuse him of meddling, but they dared not be too rude. One person in the crowd wanted to ask a question, and suddenly someone seemed to recognize this monk. Who, suddenly shouted: "Master Xingyun."

When the people from all sects heard this, they were instantly stunned.

Xue Jingying's eyes widened when she heard this name.