Chapter 545 Little Temple

The scar man muttered, "How can there be only one? It's really strange."

The night owl said, "After all, the ability of Sun is limited. It's good to get this portrait of the beautiful concubine."

"There is also a possibility that Sun scattered things in different places, and this Wutong Temple is only one of them."

"Unfortunately, I don't know which sewer he is hiding in, so I can't ask him for a moment."

The scar man was silent. His head drooped, as if he was thinking about something difficult to decide.

The night owl urged, "Brother Ma, this place may attract the attention of others. Shall we go back first?"

The scar man nodded and smiled: "Well, it's getting late. It's time for us to go!"

The night owl heard that his tone was different and his heart was not good. As long as he withdrew and retreated, he suddenly saw the cold light shining in front of him, which made him unable to open his eyes at all.

The scar man pulled out the long sword behind his back.

The first sword in spring and autumn, Zhanlu.

The blade broke away from the bondage of the scabbard, and the flames poured out made everything in the temple lose its color in an in an flash.

The night owl couldn't see anything and ran away in a hurry. Suddenly, he heard a sneer in his ear, followed by a chill penetrating into his chest, taking away all his strength.

The night owl turned his head, his eyes widened, and hissed, "You, you, why..."

The scar man said lightly, "The price given by Jingshi Meizhai to Mingfei is 350,000 yuan. If it is not sold directly to the Shijia, it can be sold for about 400,000 yuan. Four of us are divided into 100,000 taels each. Dude, do you think your life is worth this price?

A night owl's face slowly twisted, its legs trembled, and slowly fell down. His eyes are not closed, his mouth is open, and the boss seems to have a lot to say. Unfortunately, he could only spit out a sigh of breath after all.

The scar man drew his sword back to the sheath, bent down tore open the night owl clothes and trousers, and carefully searched from head to toe.

before he found the gorgeous painting worth 400,000 taels, a clear voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Ma, you won't be beautiful if you do this."

With a squeak, a handsome young man in a bright yellow silk shirt and a young swordsman in white walked into the house one after another. The two bodies were shrouded in a layer of mist composed of true qi and came from the pouring rain curtain outside, but they were not wet at all. This alone made the scar man's eyes shrink a little.

When he saw the faces of the two and recognized their identities, the surprise in his heart was uncontrollably revealed on his face. These two uninvited guests are the famous Xiao Mengfan Xiang Fengchao and the white Xiushi Lu Yuqing in Wumu Town. It was Xiao Mengchang who just made a sound.

'Big brother stayed outside, how did these two people sneak in? Isn't it Brother...'

No, it's impossible! What a figure the eldest brother is, there are only a few people in the town who can be his opponent, and even if he is defeated, he can calmly get out. It's just that why hasn't the eldest brother made a sound yet?'

The scar man instantly turned several thoughts in his heart, stood up slowly, stared at Xiao Meng and said, "What's wrong with Uncle Ma?"

Little Meng said, "People are not beautiful, and their means are not beautiful!"

"Is that right?" The scar man raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that Mr. Xiang thinks he is very beautiful?"

Little Meng smiled faintly: "Of course."

While talking with Xiao Meng, the scar man secretly searched for the location of the eldest brother outside the temple. When he felt that the fierce and violent breath was still in place, his mind calmed down and grinned: "Well, I'm afraid Mr. Xiang will not be beautiful after today!"

Little Meng was not annoyed. Lu Yuqing took a step forward and said in a low voice, "Sir, I'll take care of this madman first!"

Outside the temple.

The sky is dark.

Cheng Gang stood quietly in the rainstorm, like a silent statue.

The raindrops poured down seemed to feel the unparalleled flame hidden in the statue. They were divided into two sides three feet above his head and did not dare to wet him.

Cheng Gang watched Xiao Meng and the other two walk into the temple, but he did not stop him. Because ten steps away from him stood another man, an old man in a dark robe and a dark face.

"Blood Zhou Zang's Zen Guan Xiu, and the turbid ghost broke his intestines."

Zhou Buting, the younger brother of Yang Xiao Tang, is an unexpected opponent for Cheng Gang and enough to make him afraid. Cheng Gang did not expect that as an old man and family business, he would also be interested in the things at hand of Sun Noren.

The two stood silently in the rain curtain. After a long time, Cheng Gang took the lead in saying, "Why did you come to this muddy water?"

The momentum exuded from Zhou Buting's thin body was a little heavier than that of Cheng Gang, a big man, and he said expressionlessly, "I have my own reasons."

Cungang looked at Zhou bu-ping deeply and said slowly, "I am determined to get this thing. Can the senior be merciable? I will definitely remember the kindness of the predecessor this time?

Zhou buping shook his head: "This is exactly what I want to say."

"The senior refused to give in at all?"

"If you turn around and leave, I owe you once."

The resolute lines of Cheng Gang's face turned cold, and his thin lips were slightly upturned, saying, "That is to say, do you have to fight?"

"Whung be or not depends on your choice..."

Cheng just snorted, and a chain burning purple-black flame poked out of his sleeve. The triangular thorn at the front end was like a python, with a smell of blood and death, brazenly shooting at Zhou bunga's chest.

This old man is very famous and extremely arrogant, but Cheng Gang, as a disciple of the second seat of the devil, has never been convinced by anyone. This time he has to weigh the other party's weight.

Zhou Xiaoping did not disappoint him.

Seeing the chain hit like a python, the old man was not in a hurry. His left arm bent his elbow and his right palm pushed forward. In this posture alone, a strong momentum emanated from his body, as if it was not a human standing there, but a majestic mountain!

Cheng Gang's pupils suddenly shrank. He had accumulated a wave of stormy attacks, but when he felt the breath of the other party, his heart was stunned, and the other chains hidden in his body could not be stabbed out for a moment.

The chain hit Zhou's palm. Zhou Buting did not dodge, and his five fingers stood side by side and brazenly pushed out. The palm waved by the thin body was extremely fierce, and there was a faint sound of dragons and tigers. The fast chain was patted by him, which fell down like a withered branch, and the underworld flame at the tip of the chain even weakened a little.

This lightly slap also aroused a violent wind, and the airflow roared across Chenggang's face, and the bamboo hat on his head also trembled uneasily.

If it were an ordinary Jianghu person, just this empty palm ten steps away would be enough to damage their visceral bones. But Cheng Gang received this blow, but his burly body was as towering as a mountain.