Chapter 102 The Suspense of Scatter

In the dark, there was no sound in the original bamboo forest, and the open space of the bamboo forest only left the afterglow of the demon moon through the bamboo leaves. The three heroes who had been shouting disappeared all of a sudden.

The whole bamboo forest looks very quiet without any sound. Maybe this is the so-called silent night. I don't know how long it has been quiet. Suddenly, there was a movement in the bamboo forest, and a burst of fallen leaves fell from the forest under the demon moon. Immediately after that, there are more than a dozen dark shadows.

"Your Excellency, these three people just now." A black man turned his head to a humane who looked like a head next to him

"I didn't hear what they said in private either? Anyway, go back and report this matter to the Lord. The leader in black frowned and looked at the direction of the swordsman's departure. After looking at it for a long time, he said, "Let's go."

The bamboo forest fell into silence again. More than a dozen dark shadows disappeared for a long time, and then a human-shaped outline soon appeared in the open space of the moonlight bamboo forest. It did not look obvious under the demon moon, and there was a faintly a saber-like weapon on the waist. The man in black only glanced at the direction of the swords and the direction where the people in black had left. Then the black figure gradually disappeared in the early bamboo forest, and the place fell into silence again.

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The light of the demon yang shone into the pavilion, and the sword clan narrowed his eyes, looked at the white mosquito net, and his hazy eyes opened: "Pite flowers? When is this?"

"It's very early." Dugu picked flowers and muttered, and his foot flew out just on the swordsman.

The swordsman under the haze showed no weakness and flew out with one foot. Dugu picked flowers and stood up: "Big brother,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

The swordsman opened his eyes and was a little annoyed: "What's the name of the ghost early in the morning?"

"My second brother." Dugu Caihua covered himself and rolled out of bed in pain. **The swordsman was stunned. Second? The sword clan muttered and flew out of bed: "No way, my foot was not heavy just now."

"I'm teasing you." Dugu Caihua shook the small tent under him: "Let's go, boss, wash your face and eat."

The swordsman looked at Dugu Caihua speechlessly.

"Brother of the sword clan got up." There was a thumping sound outside the cabinet door. The swordsman answered and immediately took his clothes: "Here it comes." As soon as the swordsman's voice fell, the door of the pavilion was knocked open. In an instant, he was completely on the spot. Jian Xiao flew in and rushed in with an anxious face: "Xianxiong."

"What's wrong?" The swordsman looked at the sword flute that rushed in doubtfully and frowned. The sword flute was so anxious. Is there something wrong?

"The scattered repair is dead." Jian Xiao didn't breathe, so he spit out four words and immediately lowered his body and gasped there.

There was a brief silence in the pavilion, and the three people of picking flowers, instant and swords had not fully accepted the news in a short time. After a short period of calm, picking flowers was the first to jump up: "Okay, good death, grandma's SB bald donkey finally died."

In an instant, he was silent and said nothing. The swordsman waved casually: "Let's go and have a look."

Jian Xiao nodded.

In the Zen Pavilion, countless monks knelt on the ground and surrounded the body wrapped in the white cloth in the middle. There was a sobbing sound in the pavilion, one after another. Jian Fengliu sat in the right head with a gloomy face, and many of his colleagues in the martial arts were here early in the morning.

Sitting opposite the sword wind is Meng Han and other people. The sword looked gloomyly at the corpse on the ground without saying a word.

Those people in Menghan all had a smile at the corners of their mouths, and they all looked so insidious and cunning. Jian Fengliu's eyes just stared at the door and waited for someone.

"Who is the owner of Jimo Villa waiting for?" A warrior's provocative way.

Jian Fengliu still didn't speak, but another person spoke. The person who speaks is a bald head, and there is no doubt that he is a person from Zen Buddhism: Sword Lord, I want to know why the cold-faced swordsman has not arrived yet.

The sword style didn't even look at the bald donkey, and his eyes didn't move. Just then, a voice came from outside the gate of the cabinet: "Are you looking for me?"

"I'm looking for you." The bald donkey shouted and immediately grabbed the sword clan with his claws.

The swordsman snorted, and the cold light flashed. The cold sword light and the surrounding temperature suddenly decreased. The tip of the cold sword blade pointed straight to the bald donkey that rushed to him.

The temperature of the Zen Pavilion suddenly dropped, not only the temperature, but also the voices of those warriors.

"Amitabha, how many more Zen people will be killed by the young hero?" A bald donkey closed his eyes silently, and two old tears slipped down his face. Looking at the age of this bald donkey, he is probably in his fifties, and his three arms and 20 fingers (equivalent to 175 cm on the earth) also looks very kind

The heart of the sword clan was touched, and the ice blade also fell down. If this matter is not handled well, the seriousness of the consequences is unimaginable. In terms of status, the status of Mo is unshakable, and in terms of power, that is, Mexico deserves it, but in terms of the number of people, there are quite a lot of people in Zen.

"I tied him up." A bald donkey waved his hand.

"Who dares to touch him?" Jianfeng didn't raise his eyes, but just spit out a sentence flatly.

A man in black stepped across the sword clan and walked into the pavilion: "How do you know that I must have killed your master?"

"Bullshit, he killed the man who lost the man, and he also admitted that Xuanhun Chasing Jade, how big **, can't even resist the owner of the Casting Sword Villa. How can this boy make people bow his hand?" A bald donkey pointed to the Soege sword clan and scolded.

There was a trace of contempt on the corners of the swordsman's mouth: "Is there any evidence that I killed Sanxiu?"

"Yes." The bald donkey said confidently, "The two jade-chasing fragments on our doorkeeper's body are gone. And the cold bone in the doorkeeper's dead room can freeze to death.

"Haha" Jianxiao standing in front of the sword clan laughed: "You are sure that our young master is the murderer of the old bald donkey by killing Sanxiu is too arbitrary. Besides, there are many people in the world who peep at Xuanhun chasing jade like cow hair.

"And we have just checked that the breaths in the pavilion of the repaired emperor are obviously not the cold energy in my body."

"If you don't, it's not. Bullshit," a bald donkey scolded, "You are all hypocrites in Mo Villa."

"You are a hypocrite, and your whole family is a hypocrite." Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Looking at it, it turned out that it was the little girl next to the sword clan. Many martial artists can't help but have doubts. One by one, they were there to guess who the little girl in front of them would be.

Bian 13 just glanced at the moment and said, "I can't imagine how Jimo has such an open-mouthed girl. Is there a lack of tutoring?" As soon as the words of Bian 13 fell, he heard a bald donkey running in in panic: "The elder is not good."

At this time, everyone was even more puzzled. They looked out of the pavilion one by one. Outside the Zen Pavilion, they were very calm and did not move at all.

"What's the matter? Are you afraid that anyone can't do it?" The 13th man stepped forward. He also looked away from the swordsman. Look at the bald donkey that ran over in a panic.

"Is it your turn to speak?" The bald donkey in his fifties shouted angrily and turned to Jian Fengliu and said, "Please be the master of the sword dealer." The behavior of this bald donkey not only surprised the sword clan and others, but also made many warriors guess one by one. Bian 13 looked at the cold sweat on his face and gritted his teeth even more.

The sword style is even more surprised, but this trace of surprise disappeared in a blink of an eye. After all, it is a person who has experienced strong winds and waves. The sword style looks like a bald donkey: "Shangren, please tell me."

"The Yi people are coming." The bald donkey said breathlessly. Suddenly, the people of the whole Zen Pavilion were filled with righteous indignation and stood up with a sound.

"Master Jianzhuang, what do you think we should do?" The bald donkey in his fifties said respectfully.

"I'm old and forgetful. Why haven't I seen many people?" Seeing that the other party was so respectful, Jian Fengliu felt a little upset.

The bald donkey smiled and said, "The charm of the younger generation will visit the owner."

People are also not familiar with this bald donkey. They have never seen this person yesterday, but today they appeared. As soon as they heard that it was the charm of the superiors, they reacted that the charming people here have never lived in the Zen Pavilion and belong to the elders outside the Zen sect. It is said that people are very easy-going and kind, in charge of the external power of the Zen sect, and are also the third most powerful figure of the Zen sect.

Jian Fengliu also understood what kind of person the person in front of him was, and immediately said to Menghua Xianping, "Your Highness, please make a decision."

Everyone rolled their eyes and asked for instructions, which year and month should they go? Menghua Xianping took a look outside the Zen Gate: "Let's go out and meet the Yi people."

"I didn't expect the Yi people to come again." Jian Xiao sighed and immediately walked out of the Zen Pavilion with everyone.

"I suspect that this bald donkey was killed by the Yi people." Meng Huaxian said in a low voice.

The swordsman said, "It is."

Listening to the words of the sword clan, picking flowers and other people looked at the sword clan one after another to try to understand. Jian Xiao looked at the swordsman with some uncertainty: "How do you know?"

The sword clan looks very indifferent; "The body of the scattered repairer is shrouded in the magical atmosphere of the ice and snow series."

After listening to the words of the sword clan, Jian Xiao suddenly realized: "No wonder the whole body of the bald donkey is cold and thorough. So it is."

"I don't know what kind of people the Yi people will send this time."

"It doesn't matter who comes? The important thing is how the Yi people broke through China's blockade this time. His Royal Highness hasn't checked it clearly about the last time. Menghua Xianping's eyes were full of anger.