Wulin Mysteries

When Lianhuasheng came back from Furong Forest, he seemed to lose his mood and emotion.He never mentioned cultivating fate, and everyone just assumed that there was no such person, and everything was as usual.

The sub-altars of Tianyi Sect are all over the world. Since more than a hundred righteous people were rescued by Juxian Village, there has been no major action. gas.

Xiping Town is about twenty miles away from Furong Forest, with beautiful scenery and simple folk customs.However, because of the three sects of Kongtong, Qingcheng, and Beggars' Gang, it is not as calm as it appears on the surface.

One of the sub-altars of Tianyi Sect is also entrenched here, and it is in a stalemate with the three sects. The elders of the three sects have all experienced the power of Tianyi Sect and almost died. At this time, they dare not confront it head-on. It's even more rampant here.

At noon that day, the scorching sun was in the sky, the cicadas kept singing, and waves of heat came from the earth, as if they were about to evaporate into the world, and there was not a single drop of rain for half a month.The businessmen in the small town did not shout, and sat in twos and threes to rest at home or in the shade under the trees outside their houses.I don't know someone's family has cooked a big pot of mung bean soup, and is distributing it to the neighbors to relieve the heat.

At this moment, a group of people came from a distance, and the shopkeepers jumped up one after another, wanting to close the shop on the door, but there was no time.Seeing that there was no one in the shade of the tree, the waiter serving the soup was feeling puzzled. When he turned his head, his heart sank. The wooden barrel hit the ground, and the soup spilled all over the floor. After cursing a few words, he didn't dare to say more.

The group got closer and closer, and the leader jumped off his horse, the silver drop of Tian Yijiao was particularly conspicuous on the corner of his clothes.

"The fifth generation elder of the Beggar Gang, Wang Xiaofeng, have you ever met?"

Everyone shook their heads, and there was a clever businessman who hurriedly took out his own good things to pay tribute: "This is the tip of the tea we just picked in early spring this year. It is used to honor the altar owner, and it is not a respect."

When the others saw it, they followed suit one after another. The leader only picked up a few good ones, and the others fell to the ground and crushed with his feet. He sneered and said, "The Lord of the Altar has a lot of opportunities every day, so he will like you things? Don't make a fool of yourself." Cover up and say, where did Wang Xiaofeng go?"

Before the Tianyi Sect established a foothold here, it had always been the domain of the Beggars' Gang. Not long ago, the Tianyi Sect turned the lair of the Beggars' Gang upside down with all their might, and the disciples of the Beggars' Gang were scattered everywhere. Some elders were missing, and the branch altar was eager to arrest people. To ask for credit, he believed that the people in Xiping Town must know the inside story, and they were helping the beggar gang to cover up, so they hated it.

As soon as the leader gave an order, the members of the Tianyi Sect waited for the opportunity to catch those young and strong, and were about to tie them up with ropes and take them to the altar, saying that they would exchange them when there was news of the beggar gang.

Although those young people had never practiced martial arts, at least they had some strength. When they resisted and struggled, they were punched and kicked, and blood was spattered on the ground in an instant.

Not far away, figures swayed among the grass, and the wind blew over, making a rustling sound.

Some people thought it was unusual, so they looked back, but there was nothing.

At this moment, a person descended from the sky, his plain white robe was blown by the wind, and flew up into the air. There was no emotion in his brows and eyes, and there was no wave or wave, just like a Shura, who only punished the guilty and didn't understand love.

The members of the Tianyi Sect didn't recognize him, they looked at him one after another, it turned out to be a monk, just about to laugh at him, when he swept his sleeves, a gust of wind blew up from him for no reason, it was so powerful, these Everyone fell to the ground immediately, and some vomited blood.

However, in just a few months, he actually had the momentum to push a thousand catties.

The leader of the team had stronger skills than the others, so he was the least injured, and he was still able to speak, so he said with difficulty: "Who is here, do you know..."

The monk twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, with a half-smile, the man's heart was shaken, and he suddenly felt terrified, so he didn't dare to speak any more.

Monk Su Yi picked up the lost sword from the ground and swung it lightly, the rope was cut off. The dozen or so innocent young people regained their freedom immediately, but they were hesitant and did not dare to move.

The monk put the sword on the leader's shoulder and pressed it lightly, blood soaked into his clothes immediately, he said softly: "From now on, if you trouble them again, you will end up with this sword."

As he spoke, he quickly pulled out the sword, blood gushed out, he smiled slightly, and clamped the sword between his fingers, before everyone saw him exert his strength, the sword was already in two and was thrown aside, turning into a pile of scrap iron .

The monk turned his head to look at the leader, and there was despair and fear in his eyes.

"come over."

The leader was already panicked and froze on the spot, the monk could only shake his head and stretched out his hand towards his face.

He probably felt that he was doomed, but the leader didn't dodge it, or it was too late to escape. The monk's skills were so good that he couldn't even tell when he made the move.

However, the handsome monk just wiped the blood that was accidentally stained on his hands on the man, as if disgusted, he didn't like the smell of blood.

The leader walked around from the underworld and finally came up. Before he came back to his senses, the monk only had his clothes flying around, and he couldn't see anyone at all. There was a huge monster waiting for him in front of him, which was creepy to see. .How could he dare to stay in this place, and ordered everyone to leave quickly.

When they arrived at the branch altar, the team leader went to see the altar master and told them what he had seen and heard today. The altar master was shocked and summoned everyone one by one. Seeing that they were seriously injured, he presumably offended a master. Yan, originally wanted to write a letter, and the secret guard would bring it to Lianhuasheng, telling him about this strange and terrifying thing.

However, after thinking about it, this would involve a lot of problems. The first thing to bear is that he, the altar master, was not effective in governing the beggar gang. Let's expose it at this point, and don't reveal it for the time being. It won't be too late to report that bold monk and turn his crime into a success.