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Chapter 252 Gathering (2) (Xie Pingchuwu Leader)

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    "Hand it over Hey, those people killed more than 130 people in my family, and just hand it over like this? I'm not willing!" Master Zhuang's eyes showed coldness.

    Originally, he planned to use the real Chongxing cup and smear it with various kinds of poison, so that the people behind would get poisoned and die.

    But on second thought, even with the most powerful poison, at most a few people would be killed.

    This method will be discovered quickly, and he has no poison that can absolutely kill people.  Martial masters all have protective body strength, and it is very difficult to poison them to death.

    So, he thought hard and thought of another good way.

    That is to throw out the fake, let them fight for it, fight to the death, and then the person who finally got it, when he went to open the treasure, died because of the fake.

    In this way, maybe all those bitches can be wiped out!

    As for the real one, it will be reserved for the person who helped him sincerely in the end, that is Wei Chun.

    "Okay, don't be like a child, count the time, they are about to catch up. You can take the medicine and go back." Master Zhuang said calmly.

    "Master" Wei Chun wanted to say something else, but he saw Master Zhuang turned his back to the past and stopped looking at himself.

    She knew the master's temper well, and knew that this meant that he was impatient to speak again. If he continued to talk nonsense, I'm afraid he would really hit someone.

    She stopped making a sound, dried her hands, and lifted the box on the ground.  Then he knelt down and kowtowed heavily to Master Zhuang nine times.

    "Everyone is innocent, but he is guilty. Remember, don't let people see things." Master Zhuang warned without turning his head.

    "Yes! Master, how should I contact you in the future?" Wei Chun asked.

    "No need to contact, if I come back, I will find you. Go." Master Zhuang waved his hand.

    He crammed everything he had learned into Wei Chun's mind, and then helped him lay a solid foundation. In this way, he left a legacy for his own martial arts.

    Yesterday, he met someone who came to chase him on the street.  Now Wei Chun has to leave.  Otherwise, it will inevitably be implicated.

    After kowtowing, Wei Chun held back the tears in his eyes, got up, wrapped his things in a package, and strode away with his back.

    She knew that her strength was low, and if she really wanted to fight, she might not be able to beat even a blood.

    So now the only thing she has to do is not to burden the master, not to be a burden, and to hide the Chongxing Cup well.

    After Wei Chun strode away.

    Master Zhuang sighed, turned around and sat down, picked up the herbal tea that Wei Chun had brewed for him, took a sip, but found it tasteless, so he put it down again.

    The herbal tea with the strongest aroma in the usual time seems to have no smell at all.

    It's a pity that if he had met Wei Chun a few years earlier, maybe he could have taught her other miscellaneous knowledge in the sect.

    But now it can only teach the main work.

    The cold winter wind swirls in the courtyard in bursts.

    Master Zhuang drank his tea in one gulp, and was about to get up and go back to the house.

    Suddenly he stopped and turned to look at the door.

    "Come out."

    There was no sound outside the door, but soon, a series of white figures quickly broke into the door, spreading out in two rows, and surrounding the entire courtyard.

    In the white shadow, two middle-aged men, one tall and one short, walked in quickly.

    "Long time no see, old monster Zhuang, he can escape quite well. He is over seventy years old, and he can still escape from Fucheng to this remote village in one breath." The tall man said with a strange air.

    "No, it was easy for us to find along the way. Originally, our brothers should still be hugging left and right on the flower boat, drinking and having fun, so happy, but in the middle of winter, we had to be sent to chase and kill you, a bad old man. It's a pain!"  The short man said impatiently.

    "Gaoling Gaoxiu of the ancient sword sectyou two dogs have good noses! I stopped shortly before you found me." Master Zhuang said coldly.

    "That's right, don't even look at our nickname, the thousand-mile dog is not called for nothing." The short tall show is not ashamed, but proud.

    "Okay, stop talking nonsense, hand over the Chongxing Cup, it will give you a good time." The tall Gao Ling said coldly.

    "Get it yourself if you have the ability!" Master Zhuang suddenly kicked up the charcoal stove beside him which was used to boil medicine.

    The stove threw out a large piece of coal, and threw it towards the two brothers.

    He himself jumped up and rushed out of the house.

    "Chase!"

    The two brothers waved their hands to cover Jinli, turned on the charcoal, and there was strength in their hands to protect them. They were both martial artists.

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    ?Hundred years.  "

    "??" Before the yellow-robed monk could react, he saw Wei clapping his hands together.

    The tea in the teacup floated up in a ball, suspended in the air, and was gently patted by it.

    Boom!  !  !

    In an instant, it seemed as if something extremely heavy had been smashed into the ground.

    The tea water suddenly turned into a cloud of water mist, and then seemed to turn into a big hand, spread out evenly, and grabbed him head-on.

    The yellow-robed monk's eyes slowly widened, and he wanted to raise his hand to block.

    But the big hand made of water mist was too fast, so that he was hit on the head when he raised his hand halfway.

    The big hands of misty mist suddenly tore through the strength of his body, grabbed his neck, and smashed down.

    Boom!  !  !

    The ground on the cliff shook loudly.

    The yellow-robed monk fell to his knees unscathed.

    He propped his hands on the ground, his eyes wide open, as if everything he saw just now was just an illusion.

    What kind of water mist big hand, what kind of messy tea attack, are all illusory.

    "What so it was just a trick to scare people! Hahahaha!!" He stood up and laughed.

    ? I thought the opponent was some kind of super expert, and I hit the iron plate, but I didn't expect it to be just a trick.

    Does it make sense to sprinkle water in the shape of a hand?  It serves no purpose other than to frighten people.

    "It's just a mere trick is your greatest strength if you can break through my body protection? Interesting, really interesting" The yellow-robed monk straightened up with a smile,

    "Just let me come"

    Plop!

    Suddenly, a heavy heartbeat froze his steps, and the smile on his face froze instantly.

    Plop!

    There was a heavy and violent heartbeat, as if the heart was about to jump out of the chest.

    "Youwhat did you do to me!??"

    Wei He put down his teacup.

    "It's nothing, just a little pet egg."

    "You bastardwant to enslave me!!? My three-poison monk will never give in!!! Kill!!!" The yellow-robed monk roared and rushed to the carriage.

    Ten minutes later, the convoy was on the road again.

    In front of Wei He's carriage, the horse towing the cart was replaced by a giant black panther more than two meters high, and the driver was replaced by the Three Poison Monk with a bruised nose, a swollen face, and injuries all over his body.

    The combination of one man and one leopard, drove behind the convoy obediently, not daring to move.

    Seeing that the rest of the guards and businessmen in the convoy were silent.

    Although I guessed that Wei He and the others were not easy to provoke at the beginning, it is really rare that they are not easy to provoke to this extent.

    Monk Sandu is a well-known one-person robber around, often robbing passing caravans alone.

    I didn't expect to be hit by them.

    It's just that what people didn't expect was that the three-poison monk, who was shrouded in notoriety, was caught by the owner in the carriage as soon as he met him.

    Sitting in the carriage, Wei He was thinking about whether to temporarily use poison to control a group of people along the way, so as not to encounter trouble when passing Yunzhou, and it would be difficult to take care of them.

    The people who use poison to control their hands are not like the members of their own family, even if they are used to death, they don't feel bad.  Just right for cannon fodder.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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