"Master!"
When the two young men saw that Lao Xiao had one of his arms cut off as a joke, they didn't turn around and run away in fright. Instead, they got angry and drew their swords to chop him over.
If this old man Xiao can still make Lu Hanjiang have some thoughts and use the small Wuxiang Kung Fu, then these two young people are pure and cannot arouse the slightest interest in him.
Lu Hanjiang simply pulled out the secret weapon. The brilliance of the magic weapon shocked countless people's jaws. He didn't even use the sword move, he just made a simple horizontal sword strike.
The ring knife in the young man's hand was broken immediately. There was no flaw in the break, and it was shockingly smooth.
Lu Hanjiang's sword didn't have any skills, it was purely based on the sharpness of the weapon.
"Back off!"
At the moment when Tianji was unsheathed, Xiao Laoer finally recovered. He quickly stopped the two disciples from committing suicide. With his only remaining left arm, he held the short halberd tightly and held it with Lu Hanjiang. Confrontation.
"This sword - who are you, Bei Mingzi!" Xiao Lao'er roared with full force, but he didn't know that in Lu Hanjiang's eyes, his appearance was really ugly.
If you're not as skilled as someone, just bow your head and admit defeat, so why bother trying to make someone look fat? In the end, it cost Qing Qing her life.
"It's the master."
Lu Hanjiang held a sword in his arms and put the sword into its sheath. He still had that faint smile on his face, as if what happened just now was all an illusion. If it weren't for the vivid sight of the bloody broken arm, he would have thought he was a junior somewhere. Saying hello.
"As expected," Xiao Lao'er stared at him hatefully, gritted his teeth and sneered: "This old guy Bei Mingzi has even passed on this secret to you, so it seems that this old ghost has passed away. !”
"Senior keeps calling the master by his name. Could it be that he is an old person?" Lu Hanjiang seemed to be talking about an irrelevant thing. This is also the case. In addition to his martial arts and weapons being from the Xiaoyao sect, he is not the same as Bei Mingzi. Totally irrelevant.
"If I hadn't made a mistake at chess, how could he have taken away this magical weapon!" Xiao Lao'er's face was filled with regret, and there was also a hint of pride.
Lu Hanjiang curled his lips in disdain. It wasn't that he looked down on the old man. It's true that this guy's decades of hard work were in vain, but in the end, that's all.
Reluctantly arranging the title of a first-class master is not considered a bonus, but it is outrageous to say that he can compete with the leader of Xiaoyao Sect.
Among the people Lu Hanjiang knew, there were only a few people who were better in martial arts than him. If nothing else, if Mr. Xiao only had these two short halberds to play with, he wouldn't have to take action. A few hundred households would be enough to take care of him. He tidied up obediently.
"It turns out that senior has fought against my ancestor, but I don't know how powerful my palm power is compared to my ancestor's?"
Lu Hanjiang's words made Xiao Lao'er lose all face. He choked his neck and was speechless. Still the young man couldn't be more angry, and he retorted: "You are just relying on the strength of weapons, what is there to be proud of!"
Lu Hanjiang raised his shoulders helplessly, looked at the young man as if he were a fool, and said, "You are right. I am just relying on my sharpness. If you are not convinced, go back and change your weapons and fight again."
"you!"
Young people probably won't meet people like Lu Hanjiang in ordinary times. There are always people who are better at martial arts than you, but if they are better at martial arts than you and thicker than you, then it will be very scary.
They couldn't defeat him even if they wanted to escape, but they didn't have much hope after seeing the opponent's ghostly Qinggong.
Every one of them was so determined that they would rather die than surrender.
In fact, Lu Hanjiang hoped that they would escape. Killing the three bastards would be useless. He might as well let them go and spread his reputation. As for his fame turning into infamy, isn't that natural? Could he still count on these people? Jianghu Zhengdao has no good impression of Xiaoyao Sect.
"Everyone, please wait a moment!"
As Lu Hanjiang waited, the local vigilante finally arrived. They say that those who break up a fight will always show up after others have finished fighting. The ancients do not deceive me.
The gray-robed monks holding sticks neatly surrounded Lu Hanjiang and others. The leader had a shiny bald head with nine eye-catching ring scars. He was wearing a red cassock and should be in charge of affairs in Southern Shaolin. Monk.
"Amitabha."
The leading monk first said a Buddhist verse, and then looked at Xiao Lao'er: "You are all here to eliminate demons, defend the Tao, and attack each other. It is just to make the demons laugh at you. Please give me some help. I want to save my face, let’s put aside today’s grudges for the time being.”
The two young men were about to get angry when they heard this, but Xiao Laoer stopped him. He said to the monk: "Just follow the master's words."
After the arm was broken, the pain was not in the arm, but in the mutilated person. Xiao Laoer still had no trace of his previous boldness. His eyebrows were downcast, and his black bear-like body looked a little rickety.
He was just using the reputation of Southern Shaolin to escape his life.
The leading monk's sad face relaxed slightly, and he said to Mr. Xiao: "Donor, you are so seriously injured, please go to this temple for healing first."
Xiao Lao'er nodded and left silently with his two disciples and several gray-robed monks.
Lu Hanjiang remained silent from the beginning to the end. He didn't care whether these people left or not. At this time, it was obviously best to have Southern Shaolin willing to come forward to take over.
After Xiao Lao'er and the others walked away, the leading monk said to Lu Hanjiang and others: "Since these donors are here to slay demons, I will not neglect them. The wing has been prepared, so please move into the temple. "
Lin Ge and the others had never seen such a battle before. They just obeyed others like puppets.
Lu Hanjiang, on the other hand, looked curiously at the number of scars on the monk's head and asked, "I wonder what the master's name is?"
"The poor monk is suffering," the monk said.
"It turns out he is an eminent monk of the Xuan generation. He is disrespectful and disrespectful."
Although he said it politely, Lu Hanjiang was a little surprised in his heart. The senior generation of Shaolin Temple is Lingxuan Huixu. This monk is just the Xuan generation, but he actually has such a powerful position. This leader of the righteous path is really extraordinary.
"The donor has said that the young monk thinks that the donor's martial arts are extraordinary, but I don't know where he comes from?" Xuan Ku asked.
"Disciple of Xiaoyao Sect, Yue Lifeng."
Hearing this, Xuan Ku's eyes fell on the heavenly secret hanging on Lu Hanjiang's waist. A complicated look flashed in his eyes. He said Amitabha again and said, "It turns out that Taoist Master Beiming is the master, and the young monk is rude."
"You're welcome, Master."
Lu Hanjiang laughed and asked, "I just saw the master hesitate to speak. I wonder if there is something I can't say."
"It is actually a great kindness for a donor to help the righteous way to eliminate demons. However, not everyone in the world is willing to appreciate this virtue."
Xuan Ku didn't put it euphemistically. The translation is that Southern Shaolin only wants to kill demons. As for the grievances between Xiaoyao Sect and other righteous paths, they don't help each other.
However, this did suit Lu Hanjiang's wishes.
