Chapter 1480: A Small Temple Can Accommodate Many Great Buddhas, the Downtrodden Palace Master Disturbs the Southern Region

Chapter 1484 Chapter 1480 The small temple can also accommodate the big Buddhas, and the down-and-out master of the temple shows off the southern region

Southern Territory.

Fortune Inn.

In a crime land full of wanted criminals and murderers, inns and brothels are always the places where information flows the fastest.

At the moment, Fugui Inn is overcrowded, and all the major dead disciples and villains from all over the world are chatting animatedly:

"Yao Shou, have you heard that the Taoist Palace Master has also been demoted to a 'commoner' and even offered a reward of three sticks of incense!"

"Where did you hear these crooked rumors? The Tao Palace Master you are talking about is not the one with the tenth throne?"

"Exactly! The one who is in charge now is his sister, named 'Master of Xuanji Palace'. Darling, I have already imagined a 10,000-word backstabbing plot. It's so damn exciting!"

"Pfft, that's nonsense. The master of the Dao Palace will stab someone in the back?"

"No, I also heard that Master Shou came to Yujing City and signed a contract with the ghost beast. This is freshly released information!"

"Hahaha, Master Shou, I think this is possible, but brother, don't you think it's too fast... Yujing City is at the foot of the Guizhe Holy Mountain, so many demi-saints are watching, Master Shou rushes to die?"

"Little brother, you don't understand this!"

"Oh, brother, do you have any suggestions?"

"You are so angry that you are a beauty! Everyone also knows that Master Shou has a junior sister, who is the eldest son of the Lei family... And who the new master of Xuanji Palace is, the new comer may not know, but I have revealed it, then He was the culprit who destroyed the Taixu Lei family... You must have heard of the once famous 'Tui family', right?"

"Oh? Are these two related?"

"The relationship is serious. With Master Shou's character, the Master of Xuanji Palace dares to kill Yujing City as soon as he takes office. He can't ask for an explanation from his junior sister? This account must be settled one by one!"

"Is this also information?"

"Well, this is my personal reasonable speculation..."

"Fuck, get lost!"

There was a sudden fight in the inn.

But those who struck were very measured. The old guy who spread the "reasonable speculation" information also laughed and begged for mercy while being beaten. Apparently he was used to it.

Under the sunset window, a young man in black robe sat in front of a square table, with a cane leaning against the wall.

He was wearing a bamboo hat, covering half of his face. When he raised his head from the bustling inn lobby, he could see a piece of black cloth covering his eyes.

"Hey, little brother, why don't you pretend to be in tears?"

As soon as he was drunk, the big man walked over with a wine flask. He looked up and down at the young man who was sitting upright and with an excellent figure. He couldn't help but have a sinister smile on his face:

"It's quite tasteful. Sir, I have been walking around Fugui Street for ten years. I know all the bad streets, but I have never seen a few of them in tears."

"Don't mention it yet, your swipe looks like a magic wand, burp~"

A wine burp hit his nostrils.

The tall man with Jiu Mengzi fell down, and when he was about to fall into the arms of the young man in black robe, his hand touched the crutch by the wall.

The movement near the window quickly attracted the attention of most people in the inn, and everyone looked up.

"Thunderbirds are here again!"

"Has he set his sights on a new prey and wants to rob civilian men?"

"That guy doesn't look easy to mess with. I have a hunch that the Thunderbird is going to overturn!"

"It doesn't matter if the car overturns. No one within this seven-street radius is allowed to give the Black Hawk Gang face. Thunderbird is the deputy of the Black Hawk Gang..."

boom!

Before he finished speaking, he saw Jiu Mengzi's thunderbird falling down and fluttering into his arms.

When the young man in black robe touched his elbow, the big man's chest sank back, several ribs were broken, and blood spurted out from his mouth.

"Grass!"

Thunderbird was sober and just about to resist.

The young man's foot hooked into the crook of his knee, causing him to fall to his knees on the spot.

His head slammed down, and just when he was about to hit the square table, Thunderbird himself stopped him forcefully, and when he wanted to speak loudly again.

The young man pushed his knees, raised the square table, pushed the hot tea and hit the thunderbird in the face with great force.

"ah--"

The screams began, Thunderbird's face was covered with bloodstains, and his face was covered with broken tea cups, and he was in unspeakable pain.

"Boy, you are looking for death!"

He had just raised his fists when the young man lifted the chopstick holder on the table, flicked his fingers, and two wooden chopsticks passed through his throat.

"Uh uh uh……"

Thunderbird clutched his throat, his eyes protruded, and blood gurgled from his fingers.

"died!?"

This killing was too straightforward!

Although it is not uncommon in the Southern Territory, Thunderbird is a prominent figure in the neighborhood.

The cultivation level close to Zhan Dao has not yet been revealed, so it makes sense to practice Kung Fu horizontally, right?

The chopsticks penetrated the throat, burped the fart on the spot, and disappeared immediately?

"presumptuous!"

Fugui Inn immediately slapped the table and stood up. A dozen heroic figures stood up, all of them staring:

"Do you know Lei..."

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The chopstick tube was emptied, the young man in black robe put down his sleeves, and a dozen burly figures all fell down, clutching their throats.

"Bang!"

But at this time, Thunderbird's helpless figure fell to the ground.

With tears in his eyes, he patted a spiritual crystal on the broken corner of the table.

"Tow away and serve tea."

The whole hall was dead silent!

The waiter was the first to react.

After Gao Gao said "Hey", he took the lead in serving the new tea, and then hurriedly cleared the Thunderbird's body outside the door.

Everyone in the inn was trembling and helping each other, and threw the remaining ten or so corpses into the street.

"Tearing together?"

"Damn it, the saint slave burst into tears, it's true!"

"Mom, the living ancient sword cultivator, I have grown up, so the one who hasn't moved is really a magic staff?"

"Tie is a famous sword. Otherwise, why do you think he came to the Southern Region?"

"Then he is definitely the 'Seven Sword Immortal'. He can't just kill the Feng family of the Southern Territory and ask why Mr. Shou is on the list but he is not."

"Fuck! Oh my god! This is so cool, I really want to see it! By the way, does he have the eyes of the Lei family..."

"Shhh! I heard that the little eyes were gouged out after being punched. Didn't you see that they were covered with black cloth? I can only survive because of the Eight Masters!"

"F*ck! F*ck! Good brother, move the body first, let's go out and talk, go out and talk!"

After a brief period of dead silence in the inn, it quickly became agitated again, with people pointing at the person at the window on the wall.

As long as you don't mess with him, he usually won't die. The Saint Slave is very principled, and Tears doesn't look like a murderous person.

"Snapped."

The waiter finished delivering the tea and moved the body.

Hearing the sound, he turned his eyes and saw a black token slapped on the table lined with tears.

There was a pause in the inn, and then the pot exploded again. Three or two big men were so excited that they hugged each other.

"Fuck! Holy slave order!"

"I have learned a lot. After being a Death Apostle for so many years, I finally saw the real Saint Slave Order!"

"I came from the City of Death Pagoda, and I have never seen the Holy Slave Order."

"Hey, are you still blowing? Then I came from Shenyue Fairy City!"

"Then I came from the Holy Temple. No, I am the master of Xuanji Palace!"

The waiter couldn't hear the discussion behind him. He knelt down to serve in panic and fell down in front of the table: "Your Majesty, do you have... any orders?"

Lei Shuangxing picked up the tea cup and said without any hesitation: "The stronghold of Huacao Pavilion, right? Come out, please. I want specific information about Xu Xiaoshou in Yujing City."

"Hey!"

The waiter nodded repeatedly, turned around and shouted: "Boss!"

Under everyone's surprised gazes, the guy who had just spread the "reasonable speculation" squeezed out from the crowd and said, "I am the old store manager."

"Fuck!"

In an instant, the whole hall was filled with vulgar voices again.

"Tell me." Leishuang took the picture of the spiritual crystal again without looking back.

"Senior Lei, I have just said everything that needs to be said. It is all true and correct first-hand information..."

"By the way, the only uncertain point is that Master Shou killed the master of Xuanji Palace with a sword in front of everyone. We are still confirming this."

"Lei Xi'er." Lei Shuangxing whispered.

Suddenly there was a low roar in Fugui Inn:

"Yes, they are all tears, and the two lines of tears are also the remaining orphans of the Lei family!"

"Holy crap, if you say that... Lei Shuangxing and Lei Xi'er, aren't these brothers and sisters, or siblings?"

"It's most likely..."

After the old store manager was stunned for a moment, he quickly clarified: "That is indeed my personal reasonable speculation."

"No!"

Outside the Fugui Inn, a voice suddenly sounded.

Thump thump thump…

In response to the sound, the tables, chopsticks, and spiritual swords in the hall were all buzzing, and even the magic wand leaning against the wall was buzzing.

"Sword Intent!"

Everyone looked back in shock.

But seeing corpses stepping on them outside the inn, a dignified and serious figure of a middle-aged man walked over.

He has bright eyes and white teeth, clean lips and clear eyes. He wears an open-chested white shirt, which adds a bit of bohemianness to his righteous and awe-inspiring look.

"Who is this again?"

"Is he also an ancient sword cultivator? But I have never seen such a person before!"

"Sword Intent, what level of Sword Intent is this? It's a bit... weak? Innate Sword Intent?"

When the middle-aged man in white shirt walked into the inn, some people inside who were so crowded that they finally saw their faces clearly.

Suddenly there was a scream:

"What the hell! Master of the Dao Palace?!"

ah?

Dao Palace Master, Dao Qiongtian?

This was a shock to everyone.

Sitting on the top of the Guizhe Holy Mountain, the main hall of the Holy Temple, the Main Hall, has not been exposed to the outside world for decades?

Everyone's impression of his appearance...

It only exists in the cursed portraits of people being stabbed with flying knives!

And on the spiritual crystal cards issued by Duojin Trading Company, the simple figures used to identify authenticity and counterfeiting are engraved on the avatars!

"Are you Dao Qiongang?"

"You damn fake, how can the Dao Palace Master come to the Southern Territory? Haha, I'm laughing so hard!"

"Pfft, I can't hold it in anymore. Dao Qiongtian, the innate sword spirit, you are probably kidding me, ha ha ha ha... cough, teh!"

"Everyone, please calm down and think about it. It seems that the Dao Palace Master is also wanted. It is normal for him to seek refuge in the Southern Territory..."

"Hahaha, Dao Qiang Cang, Refuge? Brother, what kind of joke are you making? Can these two words be related? Wow, wow, wow!"

"Fuck! It's so funny! Your information is really timely. Now I'm pretending to be... convinced! I will obey you even if I don't support the wall. It's absolutely amazing!"

Dao Qiongcang, who was wearing a white shirt, walked into the inn amidst the laughter.

That weird aura caused the discussion to gradually weaken.

Suddenly, he opened his hands wide, and after enjoying the pleasure of the buzzing of the spirit sword in the inn, he pressed his hands violently.

"quiet."

brush……

The chopsticks stopped shaking.

The spirit sword stopped trembling.

The entire Fugui Inn fell into a dead silence.

Dao Qiongcang looked around proudly, raised the corners of his lips, and said with a faint smile:

"Does this palace have the appearance of a swordsman?"

The entire Fugui Inn was stunned for a moment, and in an instant everyone was laughing again, slapping their thighs and wiping their tears.

"Grass!"

"Absolute, absolutely amazing!"

"Brother, you acted so realistically... I heard that the Taoist master is called 'the old Taoist with a flirtatious air', and you are so flirtatious, it's really amazing!"

"Yes! This move is more than the Seven Sword Immortals, it should be the 'First Sword Immortal'. Hua Lai Bei Tian may not welcome me, but he must welcome you, the old Taoist with a flirtatious air!"

"Hahaha, brother, you are so interesting..."

It's not just the Xiantian Sword Intention Dao Qiong Cang that is interesting.

After the whole crowd reached a climax, this slutty fellow hugged another brave man, grabbed the wine and meat and stuffed them into his and the other's mouths, and laughed:

"How is it, brother? Dao Qiongcang, the Tenth Seat Dao Qiongcang, the Unpredictable Dao Qiongcang, the former master of the Holy Temple, is hugging your shoulders, eating meat and drinking with you, is it fun?"

The burly man who hugged the master was sublimated, his pores were blooming, and he said with an expression like constipation was relieved: "Fun! It's really fucking fun, I'll make you Dao Qiongcang my brother!"

The slutty old Taoist laughed and put down the wine pot and asked: "Is it the Eight Lords hugging you, or is it me, Dao Qiongcang, hugging you?"

"Fuck! You know how to play!" The big man was beaming with joy, "It's all fun! It's the best when you come together! Wow hahaha..."

The atmosphere in the store was pushed to an extreme again.

Not to mention, meeting such a "big shot" who can play happily is the best entertainment for the dead disciples in the Southern Region on weekdays.

The Fugui Inn was cheerful.

The inn was crowded with people outside. Everyone nearby knew that Dao Qiongcang had come here, and they all wanted to come and play.

"Hey, don't squeeze me, who are you..."

"Fuck! You are also a slut!"

Amid the criticism outside the door, a one-armed swordsman in a white robe squeezed in, with a long sword on his waist, pale gold and powder, and a burst of mist.

He lowered his head, his face was a little gloomy, and he walked quickly to the corner, his body almost turned translucent and sat down.

Dao Qiongcang looked over proudly at the right time.

After pushing everyone's eyes over, he threw open his sleeves and asked loudly:

"Gou Wuyue, do I have the appearance of a sword fairy?"

The inn was silent for a moment, and suddenly reached a climax again.

"Wow hahaha!"

"Knock! Gou Wu Yue? Damn, I'm still thinking about who this one-armed old man plays, is he playing the Moonless Sword Immortal?"

"Fuck, are you going to make me so happy and then inherit the 723 spiritual crystals on my body, Dao Qiong Cang? And you, Gou Wu Yue! Haha, this name makes me feel so good, I have a day like this!"

"Great, great, but I have to say that they have a very timely grasp of the information. I also heard that the Moonless Sword Immortal escaped from the Dead Sea..."

"Puff, pull me, I can't get up."

"Who are you, you squeeze in too, you are also a figure?"

Following closely outside the inn, another short old man in black squeezed in. This man not only looks bad, but also looks very fierce.

But after identifying for a long time, the people blocking the door really couldn't recognize who the third figure played.

"The old man is not tall, but his broadsword is quite long. It looks good. What grade spiritual weapon is it?"

"Ah! My hand!"

The man just stretched out his hand, and the old man in black turned the blade behind him and cut off his hand. Blood was pouring out.

This made everyone feel a little cold.

"Who!"

The man covered his broken hand, screamed in shock, and wanted to go up, "Who the hell are you playing?"

"I'm playing the God of Killing Wei... Bah!"

The old man in black glared at him coldly and changed his words: "I'm Wei Feng, playing your uncle. If you bark again, I'll kill you. Get out!"

"Wei Feng? Who is Wei Feng?"

The old man in black's eyes went dark. You know Gou Wu Yue, but you don't know me?

"The God of Killing Wei Feng!" He turned around and shouted.

"Who is this thing... Ah——"

Before he finished speaking, not only his hand was cut off, but his head was also cut off by the broadsword Yan Wang Yan.

Wei Feng wiped the blood from the blade on the corpse, sighed in silence, shook his head and walked into the inn.

Behind him, someone slapped his head.

"I knock! I know who he is, he plays the three emperors Wei Feng, the killing god Wei Feng!"

"Wow, hahaha, then he performed the essence, and started killing without saying anything!"

This guy chopped people like chopping vegetables, and he doesn't look easy to mess with.

But dead people are too common in the South Region. This three-person combination can survive tomorrow, which means they are capable.

The best show at the moment is still in the inn.

The three-person combination of the Holy Temple...

The Holy Slave is alone...

This one looks like something bad is going to happen!

Ask for a monthly ticket!

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