Although Chu Zhentian had just recovered from a serious injury, the calm and self-confident demeanor he had cultivated over the years as a super master was still exposed under this deep shout.

Tan Xiaoqiang shrank in fear: "Uh, old man, why are you so loud?"

Chu Zhentian suddenly exploded because this boy was disrespectful to Lin Erdan, but Lin Erdan was afraid that he would hurt this precious baby, so he quickly waved to Chu Zhentian: "Master Chu, please be patient, Tan Xiaoqiang."

He is just a computer genius, but in other respects he is an idiot, so why are you trying to compete with him?"

"Yes." Chu Zhentian looked like he was being taught, but the momentum he had just burst out suddenly disappeared.

The dead branches on Chu Zhentian's limbs that were used to fix the broken limbs had just fallen off, and his clothes were in tatters, but he still had the aura of a top expert.

Tan Xiaoqiang didn't dare to speak anymore. With a silly smile, he put some of his ever-changing magic tools into his computer bag.

Lin Erdan suddenly said: "I think we might as well go to Sanhuang Temple tonight. Mr. Sword God, your injury has recovered better. I will give you a way. If you do this and harass me, it only takes three seconds."

The evil monks came out in force, so Miss Murong and I took Tan Xiaoqiang to open the safe. By the way, Tan Xiaoqiang, do you understand English?"

Tan Xiaoqiang raised his head proudly: "I don't even bother to take the Level 6 test questions. Speaking of speaking, I can communicate directly with any serious Wolf Country person."

Lin Erdan said: "It's not necessary to communicate, as long as you can understand."

Lin Erdan was still thinking about Chris. If he could learn more about the radio station from her, he would be able to solidify the evidence that the three evil monks were colluding with overseas forces.

Hearing Lin Erdan talk about the secret passage in the back mountain, Tan Xiaoqiang, an ignorant young genius, suddenly became very interested: "Okay, take me to see that secret passage."

So, Lin Erdan and Murong Zijue took the talented young man Tan Xiaoqiang with them and headed towards the back hill of Sanhuang Temple under the cover of night.

Soon, Tan Xiaoqiang was out of breath and lay on the ground unable to walk: "I can't do it anymore. I really don't have the strength to walk. You can't get a car to go up the mountain."

Lin Erdan slapped him on the head: "You are stupid! Look at this mountain road, can you drive?"

Tan Xiaoqiang could only cover his head this time: "Oh my gosh, brother, you're still hitting someone on the head! How could I have known that you were taking me out to climb the mountain so late at night! With my small frame, I really can't climb.

! You two could just leave me here."

Lin Erdan said angrily: "Fart! I still expect you to open the safe, how can you stay here and not leave? Hurry up and follow me, or I will break your legs!"

"Break my legs and I won't be able to walk anymore." Tan Xiaoqiang continued to lie.

Murong Zijue sighed: "Tan Xiaoqiang, your physique is too weak. You are delaying things too much."

Tan Xiaoqiang said helplessly: "Miss Murong, can't you understand me? I am studying computers, not practicing sports."

Lin Erdan looked at the road. It was still far away from the back mountain, and the secret passage was still so far away. It was indeed a problem for Tan Xiaoqiang.

In desperation, he could only pick up Tan Xiaoqiang's belt and carry him up the mountain.

"Hey? Hey! Stop! Let me go." Tan Xiaoqiang shouted, but he soon realized that there was a bottomless cliff on the other side of the mountain road! Therefore, he quickly shut his mouth

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Feeling Lin Erdan's brisk walking, his body was still stable. Tan Xiaoqiang was only uncomfortable with his waist being strangled, and he gradually did not dare to utter a sound.

After walking and walking, it was already ten o'clock in the evening when we finally arrived at the back mountain.

The evil monk Qizhen was indeed injured. He was punched twice by the Divine Fist Wuying Chu Zhentian. Although most of the power from the Divine Fist was removed, the shock to his internal organs was not light, and he did need to rest for a while.

It has been three days since today, and Monk Qizhen's injury has improved a lot. Qimei, who was hit by the sword god Hatchet, has scabs on his wound, but he is not yet suitable for use of force.

The night is getting darker, and the Sanhuang Temple built on the mountain is shrouded in darkness. On the top of the Jade Emperor of the ancient temple, there is silence.

It looks like everyone is taking a rest at the Sanhuang Temple, which is home to filth and evil.

Suddenly, the mountain wind roared, and there was a burst of flying sand and rocks!

What a coincidence tonight, there is such a strong wind, which is an excellent cover.

Howl...Suddenly, an exciting and high-pitched howl sounded in the sky above Sanhuang Temple!

The first person to hear it was the evil monk Qimei. He immediately became alert and shouted loudly: "It's that Mo Wenchang! Isn't this old bastard seriously injured? Why do you still dare to come to Sanhuang Temple?"

When Qimei heard this, she immediately flew up to the roof, activated her internal energy, and shouted loudly: "Brother, the Sword God Mo Wenchang is coming, hurry up!"

Just over in the middle courtyard, the Sword God Mo Wenchang flew around twice and then let out a long whistle again, seemingly calling his companions.

The evil monk Qizhen suddenly appeared on the roof: "There is only one powerful master beside Murong Zijue! Chu Zhentian is finished! How can this guy recover so quickly?"

Qimei said: "Brother, I will kill him!"

"Wait a minute." Qizhen is very shrewd, "Qimei, you lead the disciples to guard Tianxin Pavilion. Qishan and I will go after this Mo Wenchang!"

When Qi Zhen and the two came to the middle courtyard, they had already received reports from many disciples: "Master, three people died here! There are also several senior brothers who seem to have been poisoned!"

"Poisoned?" Qizhen sneered, "We are the ancestors who played poison! How can the sword god Mo Wen Chang still use poison? Carry the poisoned disciple to Tianxin Pavilion and let Master Qimei heal him."

"Report to Master Qizhen that there are a dozen people poisoned in total. They are all unable to move. I understand."

It turned out that when Lin Erdan asked the Sword God to come to stir up trouble, he specifically asked him to bring Beisu Qingfeng with him. Those second and third generation disciples were already a bit poor in martial arts, and they were too careless in their own lair.

There are quite a few people who have fallen victim to the sad breeze.

The reason why Lin Erdan asked Mo Wenchang to use Sad Breeze was to prevent Mo Wenchang from harming Yu Changhua. If Mo Wenchang broke into the courtyard, Yu Changhua would not be able to resist desperately. Therefore, Mo Wenchang ordered

The disciples of Sanhuang Temple who were killed were all those who fought tooth and nail to resist.

Qishan was already diagnosing the pulse of one of the poisoned disciples, and then observed the symptoms after the poisoning. He suddenly frowned: "Brother, these disciples look so strange when they are poisoned. This poison does not corrode blood vessels, skin and internal organs.

It seems to just immobilize people, similar to sweating pills."

Qizhen was stunned: "Mongolian sweat medicine? It's a top-notch thing in the world? How can the sword god Mo Wenchang use such a thing when he relies on his identity?"

Qishan sneered: "Maybe Mo Wenchang was beaten awake?"

Qi Zhen also laughed: "Chasing! I want to see who Mo Wenchang has brought here! You are too courageous to come to Sanhuang Temple to cause trouble."

Sword God Mo Wenchang came prepared this time. After flying around the Zhongjin courtyard, he saw two evil monks approaching hand in hand. He immediately fled down the mountain: "Qishan, you...
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