Tonight, Chen's lineup to kill "Zhou Huang" was extremely luxurious, and they were all familiar faces.
For example, Sun Laoba, the black and white evil spirits, besides them, there are twenty-six disciples of at least eighth grade, and a total of six of ninth grade.
Such a team is almost certain to kill, not to mention that Jiuyin can't stop them, even if the Grand Master wants to kill them all, he will have to use his hands and feet.
"Old monk, don't be stunned, hurry up."
Zhao An opened the door and saw Jiuyin retreating in the corridor, and he suddenly became anxious.
Pu Yuan said strangely: "Little benefactor, the poor monk and the Chen family still have karma. Come here and let the poor monk slap you before taking action."
"Stop beeping! I don't want the Diamond Sutra anymore!"
Zhao An took out the entire copy of the Diamond Sutra from his arms and made a gesture of tearing it into pieces.
Puyuan was startled and hurriedly stopped him, "Donor, please wait a moment, the poor monk will come forward."
While speaking, Jiuyin was outnumbered and sent flying into the room. Zhao An hugged Xiaoman's waist and looked down and winced in pain.
She actually received a stab in the chest.
Damn it!
If there's nothing wrong with cutting, why would you cut someone's chest? He hasn't touched it yet!
Sun Laoliu and his party rushed in, and were startled when they saw Puyuan present, "Master Puyuan, are you trying to stop me?"
Puyuan recited the Buddha's name but did not answer.
Zhao An threw the Diamond Sutra to him. He glanced at it, put it in his arms, and said seriously: "The poor monk wants to discuss Zen with the almsgiver Zhou, please come back."
Sun Laoba didn't expect that this old monk was so shameless. He bribed him with just a Buddhist scripture, and said angrily: "Master, please think carefully. You clearly promised my master to deal with Zhou Huang. If you don't keep your promise, it will be wrong." That’s all, but you’re still interfering?”
Puyuan looked compassionate, "The poor monk has a cause and effect with Donor Chen, and he also has a cause and effect with Donor Zhou. The poor monk will solve the problem on his own, so please come back."
"Hey! Old bald donkey, don't think that we are afraid of you just because you are the Grand Master. If you are sensible, get out of here, or we will chop you down too!"
The ninth-grade Chen sent tonight is not only Sun Laoba and Black and White Shuangsha, but the remaining three are also famous strong men on the Heavenly Ranking. With so many eighth-grades in addition, I don’t believe that I can’t defeat a great master.
Puyuan was still neither happy nor sad. He took a step forward and said, "The poor monk has a nickname. I wonder if you have ever heard of it?"
nickname?
Everyone was startled.
Zhao An and Jiuyin looked at each other, "Demon monk?"
Pu Yuan is indeed called the Demon Monk. Since he has been given the demon name by the people in the world, he must have had a bloody past.
The reason why no one knows the inside story about this name is because everyone who knows the inside story is dead.
Sun Laoba immediately hesitated, but the three ninth-grade experts couldn't sit still. They looked at each other without saying hello, and directly joined hands to attack Pu Yuan!
A proper pig teammate.
Upon seeing this, Jiuyin immediately dragged Zhao An through the window and left.
It was raining heavily outside and the wind was howling.
As soon as the two landed, they heard fierce shouts of killing coming from upstairs, mixed with screams.
With the help of the light, I could see blood splattering on the windows, and bodies hitting the windows and falling down. It was indescribable horror.
Zhao An clicked his tongue and marveled, "This old bald donkey's combat prowess is truly incredible."
Fortunately, I have the Diamond Sutra in hand, otherwise I would have been miserable today.
Jiuyin suffered some skin injuries and blood stained half of her body. She whispered: "What should we do? Do we still have to wait?"
The mysterious female grandmaster was such a jerk. She seemed to have expected that tonight would be a routine, so she didn't come at all.
Just as he was thinking about it, footsteps came from behind, and Jiuyin hurriedly protected Zhao An on guard.
A woman in white came holding an oil-paper umbrella. Her face was still that of a bird, but her temperament was completely different.
Jiuyin's pretty face froze, she gritted her teeth and drew out her long sword.
Zhao An hurriedly stopped the person.
Just kidding, you can't beat Haofa at all!
The woman came pacing, glanced at the room where the fierce battle was taking place, and said with a smile: "Sir, you are very calculating. Are you planning to use Master Puyuan and me to kill Party Chen, or are you planning to take me down?"
"The big brother is joking, but the little brother doesn't have the guts."
Zhao An is smiling on the outside, but he's mad on the inside.
Whether it's a dog or a dog, she deliberately arrived a step late, letting Puyuan take the lead, and she took the opportunity to make a deal.
The woman stretched out her fair hand and said, "Bring the formula."
"Where's Que'er? I have to see Que'er before I can give it to you. Let's pay the money and deliver the goods."
Zhao An took a step back vigilantly and would never trade unless he saw Queer's person.
The woman was about to say something, something unexpected happened. She saw the inn door opened, and the old lady stood there holding a kerosene lamp. Her white hair swept across her old face, looking a bit sinister, "Disobedient guests, noisy, Disturbing one's dreams."
When the woman saw her, her eyes became a little stiff and she forced a smile, "Long time no see."
"You still don't give up, why bother?" The old woman's dry face forced out a dry smile, which was uglier than crying.
The woman frowned when she heard this and said: "What do you know? I'm not as ruthless as you. For so many years, you only know how to collect corpses, what else will you do? If we join forces, there may be a chance, but you are a complete coward. .”
"I have already looked away. I am helping you receive this boy because of my old friendship. You guys hurry up and make the deal. After the deal is completed, everyone goes back to their homes."
The old woman was extremely impatient.
While they were talking, some strong men from the Chen family rushed down from the stairs. They were several eighth-level strong men. They came to chase Zhao An. When they saw the old woman blocking the door, they became furious: "Old woman, get out of here!"
call out! Someone wielded a long knife and slashed at the old woman's gray head, trying to chop off her head.
Strangely, the old woman disappeared in a blink of an eye, as if teleporting, she evaporated and the long knife fell into the air.
Jiuyin was shocked, "Grand Master..."
That old woman is the great master!
Zhao An also yelled outrageously.
Damn it, three great masters actually appeared in tonight’s battle. What kind of rules is this?
Don’t all the great masters in the capital want money? so much!
As promised, there are only four great masters in the entire world.
As the old woman disappeared, a group of Chen's strong men were stunned for a moment, and then fought out together.
Zhao An said to the woman: "Excuse me, boss, please take action. Let's trade after the fight is over."
"It's none of my business, you continue."
The woman holding an oil-paper umbrella smiled evilly, and just like the old woman, she disappeared in a trance.
groove!
Zhao An was so angry that he cursed his mother.
Can you trick me a little more!
These great masters are competing with each other. Look at Master Puyuan. He just rolls up his sleeves and does it for the sake of the Diamond Sutra!
The cry of killing came, Jiuyin suddenly pushed Zhao An away, and faced him with a sword flower.
She fought seven eighth-grade experts by herself, with swords and swords flashing and blood flowing everywhere.
In the blink of an eye, the body fell to the ground, and blood mixed with the heavy rain flowed in the small courtyard.
Zhao An gritted his teeth, picked up a steel knife and faced it.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
Zhao An used all his strength to slash at an eighth-level warrior more than a dozen times, causing sparks to fly.
