"Su Budong didn't come." Master Ding San said.

The emperor looked at Xiao Shuyan with inquiring eyes. Xiao Shuyan shook his head gently, indicating that he didn't know what was going on.

Ye Hetu and Chen Baliang also looked at each other, not knowing that Su Budong knew that today was a big day, but he did not come.

"Is it worth so many old men waiting for him? I'll start the ceremony to open the temple quickly. The auspicious time has come, and it will be bad after the time is over. Anyway, we have no objection." Feng Qi's mouth raised slightly as he spoke. If Su Budong missed the auspicious time today, what should he do to be the master of the hall? Soup pig is right?

When one stick of incense is burned, it is the time when the temple is opened. If Su Budong cannot come, it means that a replacement must be selected among the people present.

And these people had already agreed to recommend one.

"What's going on?" Master Cao Si stood up and said, "I'll go and have a look."

...

One hour ago.

"Another block will be reached at Hongmen Holy Church." Chen Qingdi dragged his sick body to witness the opening of the Holy Church, so he sat in the passenger seat and guided Gao Shun who was driving.

Sun Shenji and Chen Xuance were not qualified to watch the ceremony, so they stayed in the hotel.

But when we reached a traffic light, a group of Hongmen disciples rushed out.

"Down, come down." They surrounded the car.

"Bu Dong, what should I do? It seems to be coming for us." Gao Shun turned around and looked at Su Bu Dong.

"Brother Gao, protect Emperor Chen Qing." Su Budong knew that Emperor Chen Qing's injury had not healed yet, so he brought Jiutian Jinghong and the doomsday Jinglei in his hands and secretly guarded himself.

Seeing that the person inside the car did not respond, he took a hard object and broke the window.

The broken glass slag exploded in the car. Su Budong asked Gao Shun to open the skylight, stepped on the back of the chair and jumped out of the skylight.

"Today, the one who prevents me from entering the Holy Church is no longer my brother Hongmen. I will give up a way, or leave now. I promise not to hurt anyone. If I shout three times, don't blame the ruthless sword in my hand!"

Only a voice was heard laughing and said, "Su Budong, do you think so many people can't do anything to you three?"

"Three." The Hongmen disciples all treated each other coldly.

"Two." Su Budong's palms were slightly sweating.

"One." Su Budong sneered, gently stroked the blade, and tore off a piece of clothing as a strip of cloth. He tied the strip of cloth to his eyes and said, "Since that's the case, I don't want to see your blood."

"Is Su Budong crazy?" Gao Shun couldn't help but worry when he saw Su Budong behave like this.

"Brother Su said that his martial arts skills have increased a little more. Could it be that he already has a 'mind'?" Chen Qingdi's lips were pale and he was seriously injured, but his eyes were full of energy.

"Mind-eye? How is it possible? He has never used weapons to fight before. When did he learn it?" Mind-eye flow is actually just to distinguish position by listening to sound and not using eyes to see it. Many film and television dramas have such scenes, but the reason why this kind of mind-eye flow is extremely difficult for ordinary people to achieve is that he requires a grasp of distance.

For example, if your opponent wants to hit you in the temple, and with a move of two dragons, your ears will instantly identify the direction of the opponent hitting you, and you must have a response in your hands. There must be no mistake in the response. If the difference is a little bit, it will be a serious injury.

Perhaps Su Budong's style is a bit scary. Every time Su Budong takes a step forward, the Hongmen disciples take a step back.

"Everything is for me. Today I can't let him enter the gate of the Holy Church!" Feng Junsong said angrily, and he pushed a disciple of the Hongmen to attack Su Budong.

Su Budong's ears moved and he heard something moving ahead, so he took a step forward and used his sword blade to penetrate the man.

Draw the sword and continue walking forward.

He took a step and everyone took a step back.

He exuded a substantial murderous intent, which made people feel scared.

"Bu Dong, Sun Shenji and I don't go there to cause trouble for you today. Remember, it doesn't matter whether you become the master of the Holy Church. But you have to go to the Holy Church. Don't you want to know Su Jianlong's past? The old people in the Holy Church know that the reason why they have not told you is that they are hanging you and asking you to join the Holy Church. Their purpose has been achieved, so they will tell you the whole thing. Of course, you can't do it, but Su Jianlong's secret, the Hongmen has not set up a golden dragon for decades, may disappear and be submerged in the dust of history."

"Go!" Feng Junsong was supported by someone and kept rushing over. "He was blindfolded, what are you afraid of?"

Two more Hongmen disciples came to Su Budong. He felt two cold winds in front of him. He leaned back and avoided the two of them. The two men did not give up, took back their weapons, poked them forward and poked Su Budong's abdomen. If this was stabbed, Su Budong would be useless.

Who knew that Su Budong was like a long eye, as if he had expected the other party to take this move, so he took a breath and his abdomen shrank. The two weapons were exactly a little different from Su Budong. Su Budong sent forward with his sword on his back and shot, and the two were chopped to the ground and lost their combat power.

"Go, give it to me!" Feng Junsong said hysterically.

"Young Master Feng, it is already a violation of the rules to beat him so many people. If we all do it, we will not be able to gain a foothold in the Hongmen in the future!" said a more mature young man.

"Fuck you, I'll tell you to beat him and fuck him! Let him go to the hospital for a look." Feng Junsong said furiously. If the old man knew about it, at most he would scold him a few words, so what if he scolded him? What should he do? It's not what he should do."

"Sorry, offend!" The young man nodded to the Hongmen disciples, and then four more people rushed towards Su Budong.

This tests the problem of Su Budong's logical sorting, who is ahead and who is the first to arrive, who is the first to hit his body with a weapon. He needs to have a calculation.

Su Budong's swords and swords were used to draw two silver lights from in front of him.

Su Budong used his waist to circle the air.

The four men touched their chests, their clothes were broken into pieces, and blood slowly oozed out. The four men fell down, spinning and slumped to the ground.

Before the four of them fell down, they could not understand why their bodies were so uncontrollable.

"Bu Dong, I applied strong anesthetic to your weapon. As long as it is covered with blood, it will take effect immediately. Feng Qi and his group will not give up, so we should prepare in advance." Sun Shenji said.

In just a few rounds, the six people on Feng Junsong lost their combat power.

"Is he Su Budong?" someone said quietly to his companion.

"That real golden dragon Su Budong?" asked a brother.

"Yes, it's him. He tied Feng Shao two days ago." Someone was whispering. In the Red Gate, in addition to paying attention to rules, he valued more a person's character and reading and writing. Su Budong turned the tide. When the story of the true and false Golden Dragon was spread to the United States, it attracted the attention of many Hongmen disciples and rumored.

Now it seems that Su Budong is much stronger than the rumored ones.

Su Budong took five steps forward. The others slowly walked back, and a strange phenomenon occurred. Every time Su Budong took a step forward, the others had to take a step back.

There were four more people, and Su Budong no longer showed mercy. He used two weapons to pass through the other party's abdomen again.

In this way, Feng Junsong and the others dragged Su Budong for nearly an hour.

"It's still 5 minutes before you can leave the temple."

"Everyone stopped and wanted to see what would become in five minutes."

"Get out of the way." Su Budong walked past five people, and his hair stood firm, feeling a tightening behind his back. Two Hongmen disciples have wanted to become famous for a long time. As long as they take the credit for killing him, they will be the next Su Budong.

But how could Su Budong let them succeed? The sword penetrated into their thighs.
Chapter completed!