The firewood poured with tinder oil rose into flames in an instant.

Not only He Bin, but the others also threw the torch out and lit the torch from all directions. The flames immediately illuminated the surrounding area. The aggressive wave of flames swept through, which shocked the group outside the yard and quickly retreated.

"Hahaha!"

Under the flames, Ma Master grinned and laughed wildly, and his heart was extremely happy!

Those subordinates who were ordered not to speak out before, heard Mr. Ma laughing loudly at this time, and all responded and laughed wildly.

However, at this moment!

A red light suddenly rose inside the thatched hut!

Everyone who was laughing wildly outside the courtyard suddenly looked stagnant, and they felt invisible, as if they were suppressed by a powerful force like a mountain, and even their breathing stopped!

——What's going on?

Mr. Ma's face changed drastically and was extremely shocked!

Because he realized that his body was trembling uncontrollably under the invisible pressure, which was a manifestation of extreme fear!

In the burning thatched hut, in the fierce flames, it seemed that ancient beasts were revived. The already hot and scorching air waves became more and more unbearable at that moment, but everyone was attracted by the momentum and could not move! They were like jerky meat roasted by scorching flames, which was so hot that they couldn't help but roared with discomfort.

——What's going on!

——What's going on!

Mr. Ma felt that his whole body was sweating profusely by the heat waves, and the sweat was evaporated under the inexplicable high temperature, and his skin on his body became red, like a prawn roasted by charcoal fire.

Everyone was experiencing the heat and pain, and they felt like they had passed countless Yuanhuis, but in fact, in reality, it was only a moment. When the bright light soared into the sky, a clear sword sound like a dragon roar was transmitted to all directions as the sharp blade trembled!

Then there was a "boom" sound-

In the shocked eyes of everyone, Zhang Xiaofan flew out of the roof, and his magic power shook his clothes and flew over.

Even wearing the simplest clothes, against the backdrop of the brilliance of the flames, it looks majestic like a flame god!

He glanced at him, flew past the frightened villain thugs, locked on the face of the bearded Ma Master, and immediately looked angry and said with hatred: "It's you guys again, you deserve to die!"

In a rage, Zhang Xiaofan suddenly became murderous and did not even say a word to them. He sacrificed the "Red Flame" fairy sword and turned into a stream of light and light and shot away!

Swallowing!

In just a blink of an eye, the fairy sword escaped, and none of the more than ten people who set fire on the night were escaped, and all were killed on the spot!

In front of the cultivator, ordinary people have no time to react, let alone anything else.

The hut was lit into a huge fire.

Even the courtyard was shrouded in scorching air waves.

Zhang Xiaofan picked up He Laoliu, used magical powers and techniques to support several other children, and fell into the gap in the distance.

With the true energy barrier he set up, the children were frightened, but were not burned by the heat waves. The scene I saw just now was so mysterious that when they fell to the ground one by one, they were still a little confused. They stood there in a daze and looked at the hut covered with flames, at a loss.

Zhang Xiaofan put down He Laoliu.

He used his finger to explore his breath, but it seemed to be completely gone. The result of Zhang Xiaofan's efforts overnight was that the fire suddenly rose, the fireworks aroused He Laoliu, completely destroying his last vitality.

"Oh~"

Zhang Xiaofan sighed and his eyes became cold.

He walked to the bearded Ma Master, turned his head and looked indifferently at He Bin, who was only one-sided, and said coldly: "Since you like to kill and set fire, then use this as your last destination." Ma Master and his group of more than ten people were employed by Zhang Xiaofan as "immunity control method" and sacrificed their magic power and threw them into the burning hut.

There was a pile of firewood and firewood, and tincture oil was poured on it. The flames were so big that the bodies of more than ten people were swallowed up in an instant.

"It's on fire!"

"It's on fire, get up and put out the fire!"

The surrounding neighbors were awakened by the fire. Many people didn't even wear clothes, so they carried wooden barrels and stuffed objects to run here.

Zhang Xiaofan used a trick, put away the "Red Flame" and returned to the sword and put it in the sheath, carrying it behind his back.

"My fellow villagers!" He met everyone and said in a deep voice, "The fire is too big, and it cannot be saved by manpower alone, let him burn it."

The He family's thatched hut is unique and the courtyard is not connected to other houses. As long as the hut and firewood are burned out, the fire will naturally be extinguished.

The people also recognized Zhang Xiaofan. Although they were shocked when they heard this, they could not even get close to the fire, and they could not save them. Fortunately, several children from the He family were rescued and were surrounding something. Someone had sharp eyes and saw the person lying on the ground, and said in surprise: "Hey, is that He Laoliu?"

An old man in the crowd squeezed out and strode to He Laoliu, and his breath changed his expression.

"Brother Zhang, what's going on?"

"He Laoliu--"

"Uncle Zheng," Zhang Xiaofan suppressed the sadness and anger in his heart. The old man in front of him was quite close to He Laoliu, "Dad He has passed away."

When everyone around heard this, they were shocked. Some of them rushed forward to visit, and some of them were reluctant to avoid them. Uncle Zheng's eyes were filled with tears, and he choked and said, "Brother Zhang, what's going on? The old man saw him this afternoon, why did he go in a blink of an eye!"

Regarding He Laoliu's sudden death, Zhang Xiaofan was also caught off guard and had a vague guess in his mind, but he couldn't figure out the specific situation for a while, so he remained silent.

Uncle Zheng said again: "There is also this fire, which one killed Qiandao?"

This Zhang Xiaofan knew: "Uncle Zheng, do you know that Taining has a person named 'Ma Ye'?"

Uncle Zheng's old face changed and his voice became a little weaker: "What you said, was it that Ma Kui who opened a gambling house?"

Gambling house?

Zhang Xiaofan thought for a while and said, "I don't recognize him, but I thought it was him." Uncle Zheng was immediately worried and said, "That person is not easy to mess with! The old man had told him that if you have something to do with those people, how can you end up well? - Brother Zhang, what about them, have they left?"

"Well," Zhang Xiaofan said in a deep thought, "I'm leaving."

After pausing, he thought of He Laoliu's strange death, and then said to Uncle Zheng: "There is one thing, I want to ask you - I want to find out the reason for Mr. He's sudden death. Xiaohu is too young and not suitable for following him. I hope you can help take care of him for a while!"

Uncle Zheng's face was stunned and he was slow to respond.

Someone who heard this was heard vaguely laughing.

Although Uncle Zheng has a good relationship with He Laoliu, his family is very poor. Raising those few and a half-old boys has exhausted him. How can he have the energy to raise so many more children?

Zhang Xiaofan took out a shiny silver ingot from his arms: "Don't worry, I won't let you help for no reason - these twenty taels of silver are counted as Xiaohu and his friends' food and clothing expenses!"

Uncle Zheng, who had been hesitating before, was holding a heavy silver piece in his hand, and felt a burning hot feeling on his face. He couldn't help but blush his face and said with a shy look: "Brother Zhang, how can this make? Old man--"

"You can keep it!"

Zhang Xiaofan said, "At the shortest month, the longest year, I will come back to pick up Xiaohu and the others. If there is a silver left, it will be your old reward; if it is not enough, I will make up for you!"

"Enough is enough!"

As for farmers' expenses, Xiaohu and a few people may not be able to spend twenty taels of silver even if they live for three or five years. Uncle Zheng clearly knew this, so he responded quickly. The other people who had been laughing at the previous one couldn't help but look envious at this moment.

Zhang Xiaofan thought about it and took out another ingot of silver: "Uncle Zheng, please give me the burial and burial matters of Dad He, too!" He was worried that if time was delayed for a long time, it would be unfavorable to investigate the truth, so he had to deliver all the matters.

Xiaohu heard Zhang Xiaofan's words, pulled his clothes and said pitifully: "Brother Zhang, are you going to leave us?"

Zhang Xiaofan squatted in front of him and said earnestly: "The death of my father must be insider! I must find out the truth as soon as possible, and comfort my father's spirit, and also avoid more people being victimized like my father as soon as possible!"

Xiaohu asked in surprise: "Dad Dad was killed by someone?"

Zhang Xiaofan nodded.

Xiaohu opened his eyes angrily: "Brother Zhang, who killed my father?"

"Leave this to me!" Zhang Xiaofan touched his head and said with a different meaning, "You have seen my skills, don't you believe me?" Sure enough, Xiaohu recalled the scene that seemed like a dream, and his eyes flashed with light, and then nodded heavily, "Brother Zhang, I believe you!"

"Okay!" Zhang Xiaofan said, "You have to take good care of your younger brother and sister, and then wait for me to come back, do you know?"

He comforted the little guys again, and then Zhang Xiaofan said goodbye to them and went straight to the temple in Zhendong.

He Laoliu’s death is really strange!

After thinking about it, Zhang Xiaofan seemed to be most likely related to the so-called Dharma Assembly of great monks and great masters!

When he arrived outside the gate of Zhendong Temple, it was not yet dawn. Zhang Xiaofan felt a little anxious and didn't care about the wrong time. He immediately knocked on the door. After a while, a monk guarding the door was woken up and did not open the door. He asked impatiently behind the door: "Who knocked on the door so early in the morning? It was not dawn!"

Zhang Xiaofan shouted: "I have important matters below to visit the abbot of the temple, and I hope to report it!"

"The abbot is not available today, so I'll say something tomorrow!"

Even the sound of footsteps walking far away.

Zhang Xiaofan frowned and sighed, no longer politely. He rose up from the ground, crossed the temple courtyard wall lightly, and fell into it. The monk who was sleepy and didn't even wear a monk's robes, was stunned when he saw such skill - "Who are you? This is a Buddhist important place, how can you break in a random way!"

Zhang Xiaofan ignored him and looked at the temple in surprise.

He hadn't noticed it outside just now, but now when he entered the temple, he immediately felt that something fearful of evil spirits was coming out somewhere in the temple. Even if there was no shining of Buddhist holy power, it should be a solemn and dignified atmosphere. Half a while ago, there was a Buddhist place, but it was filled with evil spirits?

He turned around and walked towards that place.

"Hey, stop!"

"That is the solemn holy place where the Hongyun monk preaches the Dharma Assembly. How can you allow you to break into the air?"
Chapter completed!