Zhou Huaiyu was the first to rush out of the mountain temple. He realized that his reaction was too quick. He stood still quickly, looked left and right, and shouted sternly: "Dragon King, come out, let's compete again." Everyone in the temple ran out, many of them People have inhaled poisonous gas, staggering around, even bending over and retching, and the faces of those who are in better condition have also changed. "How did the Dragon King and the Shifang Sect know that we were gathering here?" someone asked. "Did they come with the carriage?" Several escorts retorted in unison, "It's impossible. We searched carefully and there was no one inside or outside the carriage." The guide who was originally waiting at the foot of the mountain also testified that, "There are no followers. The moon is full today and we can see clearly." Deng Chun inhaled a breath of poisonous gas and felt his throat was itchy. He hurriedly interrupted: "Why are you talking about this? If anyone has the antidote, please take it out first. Help." Only then did everyone realize that each sect had one or two antidotes or nourishing pills, and they took them out one after another, and then gave them to each other. Songshan, Taishan, Shaolin and other sects had conflicts with the Shifang Sect. There have been many battles, so the antidote produced by the disciples of the three factions is the most popular. The legs and feet no longer shook, and the mouth no longer vomited. Everyone's worries gradually disappeared, and their anger suddenly rose. They formed small groups and looked for the enemy everywhere. Zhou Huaiyu looked at the green lights in the temple, feeling lingering fear in his heart. Fortunately, he had not yet become a recognized leader. Otherwise, the responsibility for the enemy's plan to seize the opportunity to attack the east and attack the west would fall on him. Seeing that others were also following his lead, He also lacked experience in the martial arts world, so he was a little vague. He said to a few people around him: "The enemy is coming prepared. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. It is better to retreat temporarily. Since the Dragon King has colluded with the Shifang Sect, the elders and officials of the various sects can no longer stay out of the matter. Or It's better for them to take the lead." Several people believed this and spread out to persuade everyone to go down the mountain. The Dragon Slaying Club gathered again, but some people objected to leaving the mountain and clamored to find a fight with the Shifang Sect. Without support, the voice weakened. Zhou Huaiyu checked the number of people and found that forty-five people were there. There was only one problem. The four corpses of the Yuqing sect were still parked in the temple. It was not in line with the morality of the world to leave them like this. Zuo Mang also refused. He was the first to warn everyone. I owe him a favor. Several disciples who had a good relationship with the Yuqing sect volunteered to help. Under the leadership of Zuo Mang, they covered their noses and mouths with cloth strips, held their breath, rushed into the mountain temple, quickly took out the body, and put it back on the car. Deng Chun was also one of the helpers. He put down the body and looked at the green light in the temple. Very angry, he threw two copper coins casually. Oil lamp in the middle of the temple. The green light went out, and everyone cheered. After a while, the normal flames started to burn, and it was about to sweep through the entire mountain temple. Everyone hurriedly protected the carriage and went down the mountain. I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart: the party ended in an anticlimactic manner, and we were forced to leave the mountain in a hurry by the enemy before we even decided on a new name. If it spread out in the future, we would definitely be ridiculed. therefore. When they saw a strange man sitting under an old tree on the roadside, no one was afraid, but became excited. The weird man was sitting cross-legged on a large sloping bluestone. He was about forty years old, with a fair complexion, a beard hanging down his chest, and a rather elegant appearance. But not only did he appear on an uninhabited mountain in the middle of the night, he also held a volume in his hand. , looking through it with relish. No matter how little experience there is in the martial arts world, disciples from various sects still know that there is something fishy about this person. Someone guessed the origin of the weirdo and whispered to Zhou Huaiyu. Zhou Huaiyu took two steps forward and said, "I wonder who is so elegant and enthusiastic about studying under the moon. It turns out that it is Nangong Bao, the Bodhisattva of the Shifang Sect." New names were given, among which eight Bodhisattvas with different positions all had compound surnames plus an unlucky word. Nangong Huai stretched out his right index finger to signal everyone to silence. After reading one page, he put down the book, raised his head and said, "Well, forty-five heads, a lot of them, very good." Known as "heads", the four Fifteen people stopped working. Everyone wanted to take the credit and took a step forward. Deng Chun was faster. He jumped up. This time he pulled out his long sword and shouted: "Monster , accept your fate!" Nangong Huai was already prepared. He kept his limbs still and flew toward the woods behind him, as if there was a rope behind him. At the same time, he held the scroll in his hand in front of him and received Gu Chun's sword. The scroll shattered when it met the sword, and a puff of light pink smoke erupted, engulfing Deng Chun in an instant. Deng Chun was also wary and hurriedly changed his moves. He placed his long sword on the stone and jumped back with the force, falling back in front of everyone. His face was ashen. When he looked at Nangong Huai, he had already entered the woods and disappeared. Zhou Huaiyu secretly complained about Deng Chun's recklessness, but said: "Senior Brother Deng, are you okay? The Shifang Sect is good at using poison, so be careful when you see them. The demon wants to lead us into the woods, so don't be fooled." Everyone agreed.Just as he was about to continue going down the mountain, someone noticed something unusual, "Senior Brother Deng, your clothes" Deng Chun lowered his head and looked at it. His left sleeve turned light pink, the same color as the smoke sprayed from Nangong's bad scroll. He reached out to sweep it away. , there was a flash of cold light, and a long sword passed through the sleeve, cutting off the colored cloth. "Zhou Huaiyu" Deng Chun shouted angrily, and the people next to him advised: "Senior brother Deng, please stop being angry. Brother Zhou has good intentions. There must be poison in the smoke and should not be touched." Deng Chun swallowed his anger and had to thank Zhou Huaiyu for saving his life. Well, everyone admired the swordsmanship of Kongtong Sect and thought that if there was a sword competition during the day, Zhou Huaiyu might not be defeated by the Dragon King. Everyone was ready to set off for the second time, but the horse pulling the cart refused to leave. No matter how hard he was whipped, it just moved its hooves and refused to take a step forward. The driver was impatient and whipped the horse hard. He fell down, foaming at the mouth, and died. The carriage overturned. Zuo Mang of the Yuqing Sect hurriedly ran over, took out the four corpses in the car, and found a clean place to put them down. He regretted it in his heart. If he had known this, he should not have disturbed the bodies and sent them directly to the Yuqing Sect. The place to stay outside the city is ready. Everyone gathered around the body and scolded the Dragon King and the Shifang Cult. Then someone came up with the idea to dismantle the carriage, separate four wooden boards, and carry the body down the mountain. As soon as I turned a corner, another strange man appeared on the road ahead. He was wearing a short brown cloth, holding a fishing rod in his hand, and was "fishing" on the empty road. This time no one took the lead, they immediately spread out and surrounded them on three sides. Zhou Huaiyu got some advice from people around him and stepped forward and said: "Huangfu, the Bodhisattva of Merit and Virtue, is injured. The Shifang Sect has traveled thousands of miles to come to the capital to compete with who can run faster? No one dares to stay and compete." Huangfu Shang Jian picked up the slender fishing rod that was three people tall and held a palm-sized stainless steel fishhook in his hand. "Don't talk nonsense, I will come to an end. Your journey down the mountain is over." Zuo Mang was eager to repay the favor of everyone for carrying the body. Give the plank to the disciples of other sects. He said loudly: "Senior Brother Zhou, let me take care of this monster and clear the way for everyone." After that, he pulled out his single sword and said to Huangfu: "Since you have made such arrogant words, let me" Before he could finish his words, there was a sweet feeling in his throat. , spitting out a mouthful of blood. Huangfu laughed loudly, "You are such young young men. You dare to organize a dragon-slaying meeting, and you don't even think about how many pounds or taels you have. In this life, you will never get down from the mountain alive." While he was speaking, a few of the people carrying the body came up. Everyone vomited blood one after another and gave up their hands one after another. The bodies rolled down the roadside. Zuo Mang felt heartbroken when he saw them. You have to take care of yourself first and quickly swallow this antidote. Then he took the pill from the Songshan Sect disciple and swallowed it. Huangfu Shang swung his fishing rod, and the steel hook flew up and landed several feet away. There was a loud bang and smoke exploded from the road, blocking the way down the mountain. Zhou Huaiyu and others retreated, and no one could care about the bodies on the roadside. Several people had surrounded Huangfu Shang before, but now they shouted from the other side of the smoke and attacked the enemy together. The shouting stopped and the smoke gradually dissipated. Under the bright moonlight, Huangfu Shang was still standing where he was, but six or seven disciples from various sects had fallen down. "Haha, boys, you know how powerful our Shifang Cult is. Kneel down, kowtow, and be loyal to Master Ci from now on. Maybe your lives will be spared." Zhou Huaiyu said to his people: "The demon uses poison, so there is no need to tell him the rules. If you have any killing moves, just say hello." Immediately, someone took out a concealed weapon, but before he could use any move, he saw a disciple who had just fallen suddenly stood up, looking around blankly, his eyes were dazed, and he didn't even pick up the weapons on the ground. He looked towards everyone in the Dragon Slaying Association. He ran around in a hurry, his steps were clumsy, and he didn't have the slightest idea. Just as the man's senior brother was about to come forward to greet him, Zhou Huaiyu remembered something, "Be careful, the Bodhisattva's Pill." The Bodhisattva's Pill is one of the iconic evil spells of the Shifang Sect. His senior brother couldn't bear it and stopped on the road, "Junior brother, it's me." This man could no longer distinguish between friend and foe, and punched the senior brother. The senior brother had no choice but to fight back, hoping to hit the acupoints to save his junior brother's life. There was another bang, and the man exploded, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. No matter how quick the reaction was, a few drops would be stained on his body. His senior brother was even splashed all over his body and face, and he was stunned with fear. "It's not good, it's poisonous." Following this reminder, the senior brother suddenly screamed, with countless blood blisters on his face and hands, which was extremely terrifying. Everyone panicked and hurriedly took off their blood-stained coats. They stuffed their mouths with any medicine and applied it to their hands. Even so, many people still had skin rashes. In the midst of the panic, no one noticed that there were a few more weirdos around. Together with Huangfu Shang, there were six people in total, guarding different positions. "The white Buddha is born, and the yellow evil should be avoided." The six people chanted eight words in unison, and then each took action. The mountain road was filled with smoke, shrouding the disciples of each sect. Before the smoke dissipated, Nangong Huai, who was standing on the treetops, said: "The famous disciples are nothing more than that. They are easier to deal with than the army." Huangfu Shang put away the fishhook, "No, the leader has a clever plan and went deep into the tiger's den this time. It will be a great success." The six people boasted, the smoke dispersed quietly, and the mountain road was filled with people, not knowing whether they were alive or dead. "Forty-five heads, not a few." Nangong Huai counted them again, frowned and said, "Why isn't the Law Enforcement Bodhisattva here?" "He was careless and was hit in the palm. At this time, he didn't know where to hide to heal his wounds." "No need." Wait for him, let's ask the leader to give his body." The six people groaned in unison. The sound was not loud, but it spread far. Huangfu Shang suddenly stopped, "Wait, there is one missing body." "Only three of the four corpses of the Yuqing Sect are left." With a roar, a head flew out of the woods, making up the number of corpses. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!