This loud shout scared Xiang Yang, his blood tumbling, and his ears were buzzing. If it weren't for the full-true internal force flowing in his body to protect him, I was afraid that this throat would shock him. What the hell?

Behind a huge rock in front of the waterfall, the fireworks rose, revealing a white and tender face with round eyes, round nose, round ears, and a pleasant face.

His head was hairless and bare. His whole body was covered in a plain white monk's robe, about two or three centimeters shorter than Xiang Yang. He was a chubby, round and cute little monk, but he shouted the sound just now?

Xiang Yang felt that the worldview was collapsing. Even if he could not judge people by his appearance, the difference was too big. Is this little monk a person like Feng Zhang Fei?

Fortunately, after the little monk, another humanoid creature came out. The reason why he was called a humanoid is that this bald monk looked really unfavorable.

Bald head, round eyes, lion's nose and wide mouth, forehead bulging, face covered with thick black beards like steel needles, and height close to two meters, it looks like a lion who has cultivated into a spirit, majestic and domineering. Xiang Yang unconsciously shifted his gaze and did not dare to look at it.

"It turned out to be Captain Lu. I thought it was Song Zuwu. It's better if you come. Luo Qi and the old bones of the Iron Bone Sect were injured. Go and have a look. If they hadn't met me, they would have been afraid of feeding wild animals."

Although the mighty monk was just an unconscious stroke, Xiang Yang's breathing was rapid and his heart almost stopped beating. He knew that he had encountered an extremely rare master, a master who was many times stronger than Luda.

"God helps me, with this great monk around you, Song Zuwu, just fuck you directly. I will follow you and fly kites, and maybe I will complete the task."

Xiang Yang was happy, his face was calm, his eyebrows were slanted, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He looked at the fat and white monk and was curious. This little detective looked so beautiful.

When Lu Da heard that Luo Qi and the master of the Iron Bone Sect were injured, his face tightened. He first bowed to the monk and thanked him. Then he walked over several steps and went to visit his colleagues behind the huge rock.

Lu Da threw Xiang Yang down, and the two monks, one big and one small, focused all their attention on Xiang Yang.

"So he is a little constable, his kung fu is ordinary, and he dares to follow Lu Da to trouble Song Zuwu. He is so brave. What's your name? Who is the master?"

The bald monk touched his shiny forehead, patted the shoulder of the monk beside him, and said to Xiang Yang with a "smelling look" that although he thought he was gentle enough, the picture was not very beautiful when he put it there.

"Ahem, the master is polite. In Xia Xiangyang, the constable of Anyuan County, he was just taught by experts that he had a few superficial martial arts. He could not enter the Grand Prix Hall and did not become a disciple. As for the senior, he came and went without a trace, I didn't know his name."

Xiang Yang bowed respectfully, but what he said did not arouse the suspicion of the great monk. He knew the best of the style of Taoist old ghosts, saying that they were quiet and inaction, and he had seen many lucky people like Xiang Yang.

"Well, it's pretty good, the young man is very polite, come with me."

The great monk waved his hand and signaled Xiang Yang to follow him. After that, he took Xiang Yang and the little monk back to the back of the huge rock, facing the open space of the waterfall.

The open space was cleared from weeds. In the center, dead leaves and branches were burning. Mars were crackling. A wooden rack was simply built on it, skewed with three thick green fish. Under the smoke of fireworks, a fragrance came out. The fat white monk beside Xiang Yang stared at the grilled fish with his eyes curled up, and his throat rolled and swallowed from time to time. Xiang Yang wanted to laugh.

Four or five meters away from the fire, three people were lying side by side. Lu Da was half-squatting beside the three people, his face was solemn, and he was even scared to say something to the three people, his tone was very excited.

"Boy, have you seen it? The one lying in the middle is Luo Qi, the strongest bronze seal detective under Lu Da, who is a master of the Meihua Boxing Gym in Qingjiang Mansion. He is the closed disciple of Old Man Mei. His boxing skills are pretty good, no worse than Yuanbao.

On his right side was another bronze seal detective Peng Xuan. His martial arts skills were sloppy, but he was much better than you. He was also the worst injured. He could not get out of bed for less than three months.

The last old bone was Du Yuanhui, the seventh elder of the Iron Bone Sect. He practiced the Iron Bone Art to the fifth level, and his internal energy was born, and he penetrated the five righteous meridians. He was said to have the power of five horses, which was much stronger than Luda.

All three of them were plotted against Song Zuwu this time. If Yuanbao and I hadn't passed by and saved them, you two would have been able to get out of here even if they hadn't entered the mountain like this."

Listening to the monk's slightly complacent words, Xiang Yang nodded repeatedly, agreed on his face, and felt very grateful in his heart. If it weren't for the monk here, he would have been so arrogant and followed Song Zuwu with Lu Da, he would have been afraid that there would be more and more misfortunes.

Two bronze seal constables, one elder of the Iron Bone Sect, and the three masters have all stopped. Xiang Yang can imagine Song Zuwu's power. Even if he is using a foolish trick, he is still capable, right?

By the way, Yuanbao? It refers to this little monk? What is the magic number?

"By the way, I still don't know the origin of the Master and Master Yuanbao? I don't know which treasure temple to practice?"

Xiang Yang has a strong desire to survive. At present, the Divine Sect can't count on it. The Iron Bone Sect doesn't seem to work well. This monk is not good, so he asked, so he can be familiar with him. Then he is in danger. The monk will not stand by and watch, right?

"I, call me Ku Monk. We were originally practicing in Baiyu Temple, but now we are traveling monks. We originally wanted to find a good place on the Black Mountain to build a house, but we didn't expect to encounter this."

Xiang Yang had a friendly look with a smile on his face, but he was thinking repeatedly in his heart, Baiyu Temple, Baiyu Temple outside Qingjiang Mansion? Damn, isn’t this a prefecture-level sect? Why does it look even more powerful than the county-level Iron Bone Gate?

Speaking of Baiyu Temple, the Fat Monk Yuanbao's face was not very natural, with a glimmer in his eyes, and he was much less anxious to stare at the grilled fish, and there should be a lot of entanglements in it.

As for monk Ku, he had no expression on his face. Speaking of Baiyu Temple, it was no different from talking about an ordinary name.

"By the way, Master Ku, is Song Zuwu really that strong? Can he fight against three, and can he fight back and kill these three masters?"

Xiang Yang knew that he might have asked what he shouldn't have asked, so he smiled at the little monk Yuanbao and quickly changed the subject.

The monk Ku touched Yuanbao's naked head, and Xiongwu's body became more and more tall, his eyes were invincible, and he shook his head,

"He? He is just a mole. He will never be Du Yuanhui's opponent in a fight. The reason why he can make these three people so embarrassed is because he has a master around him.

But now you don’t have to worry. That person has been seriously injured by me, so I will definitely not care about Song Zuwu. If you want to make a contribution, now is the best opportunity."

Xiang Yang was embarrassed and smiled, and he didn't say anything else. He made meritorious service? I'm not you. His martial arts are so powerful. If he doesn't make merit, wouldn't it be embarrassing if he doesn't make meritorious service and was defeated?

People are more likely to know themselves. Even if Song Zuwu is in a downturn, the lean camel is bigger than a horse. If you go to him alone, it will be no different from playing chess with the King of Hell.
Chapter completed!