A gust of wind came, and dead trees, fallen leaves, sand and gravel were flying in the face.
Bai Song opened and closed his eyes, and when he looked at the door again, there was a petite girl standing where no one was.
This little girl's hair is extremely long and shiny. It is as smooth as a waterfall of ink under the candlelight. It is like a skirt falling from the top of her head and dragging all the way to the ground, stretching all the way to her back. It is estimated to be two or three meters. The whole person
They were all covered by hair, and their heads were lowered, so they couldn't see their faces at all.
With a petite figure of only 1.5 meters, and hair twice as tall, he suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and he should have been a bit breathtaking.
But although this hair is long, it is not obtrusive and does not feel a trace of split ends. It is simply prettier than the beautified ones in shampoo commercials.
Bai Song froze on the spot, not knowing why for a moment, but feeling a little uneasy.
Looking at Qing'er and Bai Feng next to them, their expressions were wrong.
When the two women looked at the waterfall-like long hair in front of them, they seemed to see something extremely terrifying. Their faces became extremely ugly, their livid faces were trembling, and even the white bee had a fearful expression, biting lightly.
The expression on his lips was very nervous, and he actually retreated behind Bai Song uncontrollably!
"Who...who is this?" Bai Song vaguely felt that the two women should recognize this little girl, so he asked in a low voice.
The two women's eyes flickered and they said two words in unison: "Leader!"
Leader!
Bai Song's heart skipped a beat.
The leader of the Holy Lotus Sect!
At this moment, even Bai Song couldn't help but take a step back.
The leader of the Holy Lotus Sect, who I had been thinking about for a long time, finally appeared, but I never expected that the leader of the Holy Lotus Sect was actually a little girl who looked smaller than a white bee.
Except for the swarm of snakes around him, the other party's appearance was not really scary. On the contrary, Bai Song was a little curious and lowered his body slightly, trying to see the other party's appearance clearly.
The moment Bai Song lowered his head, the little girl at the door suddenly stepped into the Buddhist hall. With her lowered head raised, a gray ghost face suddenly appeared in front of Bai Song!
There were only two empty eye holes, and a pair of shining eyes could be seen scanning the crowd.
Bai Song was startled and almost sat down on the ground.
The host behind him gently helped Bai Song and walked to the front of Bai Song.
More snakes poured in as the little girl entered, swimming around the little girl as if they were spiritual beings.
"There is actually an expert hermit hidden in the ancient temple deep in the mountains. I am here just for one person. I don't want to disturb the master's spiritual practice."
The little girl spoke. Her voice was as young as she looked. She had a unique homophone. If she hadn't looked at those long hair, she would have been mistaken for a little lolita.
"Amitabha, the female donor should leave quickly. There will be no blood under the temple."
"Master, I am being polite to you now, but I still have a sense of reverence for the gods and Buddhas. If the master is stubborn and insists on disturbing you, I will have no choice but to be rude to the master."
After saying that, the waterfall-like long hair seemed to be alive. A bunch of hair on the temples suddenly twisted into a ball and turned into a thread and rushed towards the master. The speed was so fast that there was no room for reaction.
The master raised his right hand, wanting to do something, but as soon as he made a move, he was tangled in the hair.
"After the death of the master's internal power, I can make my Ten Thousand Snake Formation afraid to approach. This is the only thing I have seen in my life, but I don't know what the master's true kung fu ability is. I just want to ask for advice tonight."
The master did not speak, his arms were pulled high by his hair, but his brows were already furrowed.
"Quick...run..."
Seeing the two fighting each other, White Bee on the side suddenly whispered something.
Bai Song looked at her, never seeing her look so nervous.
"How powerful is the leader of the Holy Lotus Sect? Does it make you so nervous?"
"So far, no one has been able to escape alive from the leader! In today's world, there are no more than three people who can rival the leader!"
"Top three in the world?!" Bai Song gradually became nervous and retreated further, wanting to leave. He saw that there were snakes all around him, and there was no way out except behind the host.
Qing'er walked to Bai Song, held Bai Song in one hand, and held the dagger in the other: "It's up to the master."
It can be seen that Qing'er has already prepared for the worst.
To Bai Song, this master was still mysterious. He was not just tapping the wooden fish with his fingers, but he had long felt that a powerful enemy was outside, but he did not give in. Knowing that the opponent was quite powerful, he kept Bai Song. Could it be that he was confident that he could force him to do so?
Defeat a powerful enemy?
Bai Song was still uneasy. He didn't believe that he was so lucky that he could meet someone more powerful than the leader of the Holy Lotus Sect in a small ruined temple.
Is this master the legendary number three in the world?
This probability is completely negligible.
After a little thought, the two people who started fighting ended up in a stalemate on the field.
The master's hand was still entangled with his hair. The two stood five meters apart, neither of them moving. There was just an extremely depressing atmosphere filling the air, as if even the air was getting hot. It was outside.
It was a blustery summer night. It was indeed a hot summer day inside the Buddhist temple, and sweat was pouring out from my forehead.
Seeing this scene, Bai Feng was once again surprised: "How is it possible?! This... this master can actually be in a stalemate with the leader?!"
A glimmer of hope ignited in Bai Song's heart, and he quickly asked: "Which three people in the world you mentioned can rival the leader? Is the master one of them?"
"Taoist Taoist Yuzhen of Sanqing Temple. When the Sui army burned down the Taoist temple, Taoist Yuzhen defeated a thousand soldiers by one man. He killed 13 generals of the Sui Dynasty in a row. Twenty thousand soldiers surrounded the mountain. One man supported it for three months. Although Sanqing Temple was still destroyed.
, but Taoist Yuzhen became famous in one battle and was called a land god. But this person is a Taoist, and he will not pretend to be a monk even if he travels around the world.
The second person is the head of the secret edict of the imperial court. He is responsible for the safety of the emperor. The first person should be in the palace.
As for the last person, he is recognized as the world's greatest master in martial arts today. He is a martial arts idiot. When he was young, he single-handedly challenged all the martial arts sects in the world. Within a year, he defeated all the masters in the martial arts world. Even Taoist Yuzhen could not hold on.
A stick of incense. It’s just that this person disappeared more than ten years ago. It is said that he went to the palace to assassinate the emperor and never came back."
Bai Song looked at the master, unable to connect with the three people Bai Feng mentioned.
The Buddhist hall feels increasingly hot and dry, and one can really feel the presence of true energy. All the air seems to have turned into a thick river and lake, and there seems to be a layer of mist in the eyes, making everything blurred.
"Female donor, don't be persistent in everything. You have poisoned your heart. If you still don't know how to let go, I'm afraid your days will be numbered."
Suddenly, the master spoke calmly.
The leader's face darkened after hearing this, and he cursed: "You damn bald donkey, you better take care of yourself!"
After saying that, the leader broke the deadlock. When he saw her take a step forward, the hair that was entangled with the master suddenly began to squirm. A small five-flowered snake emerged from the hair, wrapped around the master's hand, and quickly raised his neck.
