"The fifth brother is the enemy of the King of Hell. How can the King of Hell defeat him?"

When several people heard what their eldest brother said, they couldn't help but feel happy and asked questions one after another.

"Why should I pretend to be dead when Lao Wu is fine?"

"Where did the dead body go?"

"He is not dead, how can there be a dead body?"

A group of people were chattering away and seemed quite lively.

Just when Xuannan and Deng Baichuan were about to explain, a subtle voice appeared from a distance, shocking everyone in the mansion.

"Xue Muhua, Xue Muhua! Your uncle is here. Come out to greet him quickly."

The sound seemed intermittent and continuous, and I'm afraid it was quite far away from here. The voice of the words was clear and could be heard clearly. It was obvious that the person calling had profound internal energy and was far from an ordinary person.

Ye Wuxin frowned, it seemed that Ding Chunqiu was here too, and all the actors for this big show were present.

Seeing this, the old man who played the piano suddenly stretched out his right hand, sealed the acupuncture point on Bao Tongtong's chest with one hand, and led him towards the back room, and also dragged Feng Boxie in beside him.

"Okay, everyone, come in!"

XuanNan and XuanTong looked solemn and immediately wanted to join forces to subdue Ding Chunqiu and return to Huijing to eliminate a great harm to the martial arts world.

Here, the eight friends of Hangu are still busy with something, Ye Wuxin's eyes flicker, and his hands unconsciously place on the body of the paper man.

"Donor Deng, Donor Gongye, we'd better go in first and discuss it in a long term, and think about how to deal with Lao Mo Ding's power-transforming method."

"No, no, he is much more powerful and vicious than Qiao Feng. He is the old monster from Xingxiu Sea."

Seeing this, Xuan Nan felt a little more angry in his heart. Has the head of the Bodhidharma Academy of Shaolin Temple ever been as embarrassed as these days?

At this time, candles were lit in the hall, and the expressions of the Eight Friends of Hangu appeared in the eyes of the Shaolin monks and Murong's retainers.

"Yes, yes. How on earth should we deal with this old monster Xingxiu? Sixth brother. Sixth brother, you are always smart, think of a way, think of a way..."

His body was lifted by the other party, his feet lifted off the ground, and he was involuntarily carried by him and ran into the mansion.

The old man playing the piano looked hesitant.

Fan Bailing knew something was wrong, but there was a burst of sarcasm in his mouth.

Thinking of this, Ye Wuxin's eyes froze. Those who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters. Don't hesitate at all when giving up.

Then I walked to the back and took a few glances in front of Dr. Xue's fake coffin, shaking my head like a rattle.

After Feng Asan, the hatchet craftsman, heard the words of Kang Guangling, the old man who played the piano, he took out a ruler from his arms and compared it in the hall. He seemed to be looking for something.

"Two great masters, it's better to enter the house quickly. That big devil is so powerful that no matter who he is, he won't give him face."

Feng BoE and Li Puppet fought for a while, and the toxins in his body broke out again. Deng Baichuan was busy protecting the important meridians for his fourth brother, but he had no time to speak.

Ye Wuxin was a bystander and knew that Xuan Nan's words were reasonable, but the seven of them had personal concerns and were not determined to fight with Ding Chunqiu.

"Brother, don't close this door. A mere door lock can't stop that old monster."

"It's broken, it's broken. A disaster is coming! Quick, quick, quick, everyone get inside, it will be too late if it is any later."

The remaining Shaolin monks also entered the mansion and closed the surrounding doors.

'If we add Nangong Hen, we might be able to defeat Ding Chunqiu, but once Ding Chunqiu escapes, will the Shaolin Temple group still go to Zhenlong Chess Game?'

Seeing that everyone had already entered, the old man playing the piano hurriedly closed the door, took the bolt and bolted it, but was stopped by the old man using the chessboard.

"Even if Ding Chunqiu had three heads and six arms, you wouldn't be like this. So alas!"

"Which big devil? Qiao Feng?"

The two old monks were startled, and then looked at the Shaolin juniors behind them who were being tortured by the poisonous powder, and their expressions changed.

Fan Bailing shook his head slightly.

"Amitabha, why are all the donors so panicked? With me and my senior brothers here, no matter who they are, they will show some mercy to us and our senior brothers."

"What disaster is coming? Is the sky falling or is there a war famine?"

As soon as Xuan Nan interrupted, those people had already rushed into the lobby of the mansion. Deng Baichuan thought that the two eminent monks from Shaolin Temple were here and they would definitely not let the old man do anything wrong.

'If I participate in the Zhenlong chess game as Nangong Hen, with my own chess ability, there is absolutely no hope.'

"Old sir, please go in by yourself. I want to see who can make me quit."

When Xuan Nan and Xuan Tong heard this, their expressions immediately darkened. Ding Chunqiu kidnapped Shaolin monk Hui Jing who violated the precepts in front of them, and now he dares to appear in front of them?

"These are all good players, especially this brother who plays the Yaoqin, who is even more top-notch. Why do you become so cowed when you hear Ding Chunqiu's voice?"

Deng Baichuan and others saw that the old man had no ill intentions, but their brother was finally controlled by others, so they couldn't help but rush towards the old man.

"Okay! Okay! It turns out to be old monster Xingxiu. That couldn't be better. I'm just going to find him to settle the score for hurting someone!"

Nodding slightly, Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian walked in together.

The two old monks looked at each other and followed in. Feng Asan looked around and shook his head.

"What a pity, what a pity! It has been triggered by someone."

Bao Bu saw the panic on those people's faces and couldn't help but ask.

When the eight friends of Hangu heard this sound, they all exclaimed in surprise, obviously extremely afraid of the sound.

Xuannan frowned and felt very strange in his heart. These seven people were considered good players, and the old man who played the piano at the head was considered a first-class master. How could they be so panicked?

However, why did Ding Chunqiu turn into a cowardly and timid person when he mentioned it?

The old man took action too quickly, and Bao BuTong was caught off guard and was already restrained.

These people are obviously not weak in martial arts and have a cool and unrestrained temperament. They are also somewhat crazy and look down on the world.

Bao BuTong snorted coldly.

"The two masters are highly skilled in martial arts, so naturally they are not afraid of the old monster Xingxiu. But everyone here was poisoned by him, and only the two of you are alive. Is this considered the mercy of a monk?"

Seeing his reaction, everyone thought he had discovered something important.

Xuan Tong beside him coughed twice and spoke loudly to the people in front of him.

XuanNan XuanTong possesses magical skills and has few opponents in the martial arts world. He couldn't help but ask.

'With the strength of Xuan Nan and Xuan Tong, they may be able to defeat Ding Chunqiu, but the premise is that they cannot fall into Ding Chunqiu's poisonous plan.'

Just as Ye Wuxin was thinking, Feng Asan had already found the mechanism in Xue Muhua's home and was using methods to crack it.

Bao BuTong, who didn't know the truth, couldn't change his habit of cheating, so he stood next to Feng Asan and started mocking him.

At this moment, an inexplicable sound came from under the four osmanthus trees in the yard.
Chapter completed!