Longevity

The two old men who were playing chess looked up, got up and came to Hanyu's bed, and looked at the four corpses.

The two old men shook their heads.

"Old Fan Lao Zhao, are there any problems with these four methods of death?"

"One sword kills you, what a powerful swordsmanship." An old man shook his head and said, "A sharp and cunning sword."

Another old man said: "The technique is the same, it looks like one person, but there are differences. Did you die in a sword faction?"

Luo Xuyang looked at his companion: "Yeyuezong uses swords, right?"

"Ye Yuezong? It seems that there are not only swords, but also knives, palms, and fists. There are many ways to kill people." Gore is fundamental."

Another old man shook his head: "This shouldn't be the killing style of the Yeyue Sect, and the swordsmanship of the Yeyue Sect is not so subtle, let alone killing people like this, it's too clean."

"Yes, it's too clean."

"If it was Yeyue Sect, the blood of the four of them should have been drained clean, not a drop of blood like it is now, sealed by invisible sword energy."

"Old Fan Lao Zhao, they were indeed killed by Yeyue Sect's people, the December girl of Yeyue Sect." A young man in black robe laughed and said, "But now it is not from Yeyue Sect, but King Kong. The nun of another courtyard, but she does have the demeanor of an eminent monk."

He was still disdainful at first, and he was very disdainful of Yeyuezong. Even if the Moon Maiden of Yeyuezong had no evil deeds, he was still the same.

It is simply impossible to get out of the mud without being stained.

In such an evil sect, how could it be possible to remain innocent and kind? The mind must also be distorted.

Beautiful as a flower, with a heart of snakes and scorpions.

But after seeing Meng Qinghe and the others, he couldn't help but change his mind, thinking that they might have been innocent and wronged.

He changed his mind in his heart, but his mouth did not change. He still looked disdainful, for fear that others would think that he had changed because of his beauty.

See the lust, lustful people.

"It does have the demeanor of an eminent monk." Luo Xuyang nodded slowly: "The method of the monk Fakong is still very impressive."

"Think about it, if they are ordinary women, or if they are really not good at heart, how could the monk Fakong accept them as attendants and let them build this King Kong Courtyard."

When they were talking, the two old men were still moving, and they had already searched the four Flying Hammer Sect masters.

By rummaging through their belongings, I know their identities.

"The masters of the Flying Hammer Sect are also powerful figures, and their boxing skills are indeed unparalleled."

"The boxing skills of these four people are all good. Being killed so easily, the swordsmanship of King Kong Bieyuan is still very powerful."

"These four guys broke into the King Kong Bieyuan directly, and they wanted to destroy the King Kong Bieyuan in one breath."

"Then they would be too self-sufficient."

"They're a lot worse."

"Old Fan, is there nothing to say?"

"No torture, no forced confession, just a sword kill." An old man shook his head: "Obviously he didn't ask them where they came from."

"Out of the sword is extremely calm."

"The swordsmanship is far superior to their boxing, the boxing of the Flying Hammer Sect..., the swordsman's swordsmanship is extremely powerful."

"Yiyuezong's swordsmanship should not be so powerful."

"That's what the Fakung monk passed on."

"It should be the swordsmanship of Kongoji Temple."

"Brother Luo, someone from the King Kong Courtyard has come to report again, and another intruder." A young man in black robe hurried over.

Luo Xuyang frowned: "Again?"

"There were intruders not long after you left. There are eight people in total." The black-robed youth shook his head and said, "It seems that he deliberately avoided you."

"Mother, it's so daring, no matter how you say it, it's normal to open a temple and build a temple, this is not to take our Fengtian Temple in the eyes!"

"I didn't take the Town Tour Division in my eyes." At this time, a heroic young man strode in and clasped his fists: "Captain Luo!"

He was wearing a blue robe and was burly and sturdy.

It's just a little short, only to the point between Luo Xuyang's eyebrows.

But when he was walking, he was full of momentum.

"Captain Zhou." Luo Xuyang clasped his fists: "Your town patrol division is also dispatched?"

Zhou Aotian is a member of the East Division of the Town Tour Division and the captain of the four-person team, which is equivalent to his own identity in Fengtian Temple.

"As soon as you left, they rushed in to pick up a leak. We happened to find it when we were patrolling." Zhou Aotian shook his head: "I also saw their methods."

He looked emotional.

Think of the situation at that time.

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The four of them were patrolling the Qingyun Avenue.

Qingyun Avenue is full of people coming and going, and the flow is endless.

Shouting, hawking, bargaining, and quarrels were mixed together, making it unusually noisy.

There were also children running around, provoking waves of shouting and scolding.

There are also the morning snack stalls that have not been completely removed, and the aroma is still lingering.

The four of them walked among the crowd, eyes wandering.

The Town Tour Division is different from Fengtian Temple, not only dealing with martial arts masters, but also some petty thefts.

Today they are extraordinarily leisurely, and no thieves are on the street.

The reason is the street cleaning action a while ago.

Those mice who knew how to advance and retreat, when they saw the limelight, they escaped from Yunjing and went to other cities to seek life.

Those who do not know how to advance or retreat are caught and thrown into prison, where they will be sentenced to ten or eight years before being released.

So they will have some leisure time.

But it doesn't take half a year, and new mice will continue to come out, thieves and thieves will release them when they catch them.

They usually turn one eye and close one eye, and when they see it, they pretend not to see it.

This is called not not reporting, the time has not come, and when the time comes, all must be reported.

When they were patrolling, they came to the most east end, and they were inexplicably curious when they saw the King Kong Bieyuan.

They knew the details of King Kong Bieyuan, and they were very curious about the twelve nuns in the temple, all of whom were like flowers and jade, charming and colorful.

Every one of them is a great beauty, even in robes and Buddha hats, it is difficult to hide their beauty.

But they were originally disciples of Yeyue Sect, which made people awe-inspiring. Yeyue Sect was such an evil sect, I don't know how many families were destroyed, and their hands were covered with blood.

Such a woman is extremely dangerous.

Like poisonous flowers.

"Old Zhou, no one dares to come here to make trouble, right?" A young man in a blue shirt said with a smile.

"I hope not." Zhou Aotian said.

They were holding the four big golden characters, and they were quite aware.

The four of them are all rare heroes, and they are just in the same group, and they can be regarded as a well-known team of the town tour division.

The four of them, Zhou Aotian is the great master, and the other three are top masters, only one step behind.

Their comprehension was astonishing, and when they saw the four words written by Fa Kong, they were all enlightened and felt that it was quite beneficial.

So he stood in front of the temple and looked at it.

The sound of wooden fish and chanting chanting came from the temple, which faintly entered their ears, making them calm and inexplicably happy.

They stood for a quarter of an hour.

After a quarter of an hour, the chanting inside stopped, and they suddenly woke up like a dream and continued talking.

"Big Brother Zhou, we all know that His Highness the Twelfth is backing, who dares to make trouble?"

"We have also been instructed to take care of the King Kong Bieyuan. Those guys should know the depths and dare not mess around."

Zhou Aotian shook his head: "You are wrong to think so, there are always some guys who are stubborn and will take revenge if they don't sell the Twelfth Highness."

"Hmph, that means doing the right thing with our town inspector!" A blue-robed young man sneered, "Let's see who dares!"

"I'm afraid these people are not too few." Zhou Aotian had a clear understanding and shook his head: "There are many who can't find any trace of Yeyue Sect. Once they know, they will take revenge for their lives."

Hatred can make a person crazy and even give up his life, he has seen too many such people.

In particular, some martial arts methods have the effect of adding fuel to the flames, and their temperament will become extreme or even distorted, and they will do anything to achieve their goals, even their own lives.

When encountering such a crazy guy, the town inspector also has a headache, and if he is not careful, he will be dragged and buried with him.

"I want to meet these guys." The other three young men in blue shirts were all excited.

Patrols the streets all day long, catching some petty thefts, and dealing with trivial matters such as quarrels.

With this kind of excitement, of course they couldn't wait to see it, especially since all of them were the heroes of the sect and the leaders of the young generation.

However, it is impossible to encounter martial arts masters all day long, and most cases involving martial arts masters are intercepted by Fengtian Temple.

As they were talking, Zhou Aotian suddenly narrowed his eyes and said softly, "Someone entered!"

"Um-?"

"Someone sneaked into the temple just now." Zhou Aotian said lightly: "Have you found anything?"

A young man in a blue shirt nodded lightly: "Lao Zhou~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I seem to have indeed seen someone, there seem to be at least four."

Zhou Aotian nodded slowly: "It should be eight."

"Mother, are you really bold?" Another blue-shirted youth shouted, "It's broad daylight, and we're still here!"

"They don't necessarily recognize us."

"Even if you don't recognize us, you should know that there is a murder in the city, and our town inspector will pursue it."

"Is it for revenge?"

"Old Zhou, shall we go in?"

They couldn't wait to rush in and see which eight guys were so daring and reckless.

"Wait first." Zhou Aotian waved his hand.

The three looked at him in confusion.

"Old Zhou, if it's too late and they are killed, our responsibility will be great, and we can't explain to His Highness the Twelfth."

"No hurry." Zhou Aotian said slowly: "Since they dare to open a temple and build a temple, how can they not be prepared?"

He listened carefully and nodded lightly: "Sure enough, he is a master, let's sneak over to take a look."

"Yes." The four quietly floated over the wall and landed in the front yard, where they saw twelve people fighting fiercely.

The four women were facing each other with their backs facing each other, forming a self-defense formation. The posture of swinging the sword was graceful and graceful, and the sword light was like water, resisting the attacks of the eight middle-aged men.

The eight middle-aged men also used swords, and the light of the sword was hustle, like a blizzard pressing down, making Zhou Aotian and the four stunned.

I didn't expect this middle-aged swordsman to be so powerful. I'm afraid they may not be opponents. They seem to be overwhelmed and struggling to maintain.

Looking at the other four women, they were making seals with their hands and muttering in their mouths, apparently reciting the Buddha mantra to help.

Zhou Aotian and the others were puzzled.

Could it be helpful to recite the mantra at this time?