After a while, except for the trembling Hu Ji and the boss, there were only corpses on the ground in the winery.

Zhang Ziling walked towards the boss who had been hanging his head. When he was halfway through, the boss shot nine flying knives out of his hand.

The flying knife was full of strength, and with the sound of breaking through the air, it tricked to lock the vital points of Zhang Ziling's body.

"What a boring trick." Zhang Ziling easily bounced the flying knife back.

The bouncing knife was stabbed into the boss's hands, and Zhang Ziling asked, "Are you a member of the Blood Knife Sect?"

"You dare to provoke our Blood Knife Sect, wait for death!" the boss said viciously.

"It's time, I dare to speak out loud!" Cao Xiaojiao stepped forward to learn about him.

"Little Jiao, spare his life." Zhang Ziling said, "You go back and tell the Blood Knife! King Kong! And Ouyang Bailong, my world meeting is here again, this time I will never stop!"

Just now, Zhang Ziling deliberately did not hurt his leg, just to let him go back to report the news.

"You guys wait!"

After saying that, the boss endured the pain and pulled out the flying knife and left quickly.

"President, if those three families know that we are going to cause trouble for them, they may be alarmed. It will be very troublesome to unite them at that time." Cao Xiaojiao questioned.

Cao Xiaojiao always likes to use conspiracies when doing things. Before coming to the Western Regions this time, he originally suggested sending killers to assassinate the leaders of the three sects, but he was directly rejected by Zhang Ziling.

"Boy, you don't understand." Ouyang Feng said with a smile, "Strength is everything in this world, and they are very xenophobic. If you want to do something big in the Western Regions, they will no matter what you do. They will first put aside their past grudges and drive you away.

You President did this. If you can clean up their companions at once, you can really gain a foothold here in the future.”

Zhang Ziling looked at Cao Xiaojiao and asked, "Are you questioning me?"

Hearing this, Cao Xiaojiao was so scared that he knelt on one knee and said quickly, "I don't dare!"

"That's good." Zhang Ziling smiled and helped him up. "I'll go to the Vajra Gate first and talk to the fat monk about Buddhism."

"Yes." Everyone replied.

In the Vajra Gate

The happy monk was wearing a cassock and entered without a beard serving him.

He was knocking on the wooden fish alone, muttering something in his mouth.

Since he killed the people of the World Association, he has never taken this matter to heart. I think this World Association should know their power and will not cause trouble in the Western Regions again.

At the beginning of every month, he will find a sunny day.

He always thought that he could feel the existence of the master in this way when he meditated in the master's previous meditation room.

No one is allowed to disturb him at this time. His favorite Hu Ji relied on his favor to break into the Zen room, but he slapped him to death with a palm.

Today, a voice came from outside the door of the Zen room, "Master, it's not good!"

There was no movement in the room for a long time. After a while, the monk Huanxi recalled in a deep voice, "What happened! If it weren't for something urgent, I'll send you to see the Buddha."

"Master, our spy will report. Three days ago, the people from the Tianxia Association entered the Western Regions. They also smashed a wine shop of the Blood Knife Sect in Shazhou City." The disciple said hurriedly.

He fought with people from the World Club last time, but he was injured very hard and has only recovered recently. After that time, he really didn't want to face the crazy people who are not afraid of life and death in the World Club again.

"I understand." After Huanxi Monk said that, there was no movement in the room.

The disciple thought the master hadn't heard it clearly, so he spoke again, "It is said that Zhang Ziling, the leader of the World Association, came in person this time."

As soon as the disciple finished speaking, a gust of wind came towards him.

He stood there as if he was stunned, and the monk Huanxi directly twisted his neck.

"When you see the Buddha, tell him! You died because you talk too much!" said the happy monk with red eyes. This day was the day when he mourned Huo Forefather Tuo, so he couldn't help but feel indifferent.

After he finished speaking, he did not walk into the meditation room again and said to other disciples, "Recite the mantra of rebirth for him and then bury it."

"Yes! The leader."

"We have never killed the people from the World Association, what are you afraid of?" The monk said coldly to everyone. "It would be fine if they don't come. Since they dare to come here, then be prepared to be saved."

"Yes!" Many disciples have never seen the strength of the World Association, so they become full of confidence when they are encouraged by the Happy Monk.

"Go, let Hu Ji dance the Demon Dance in the Main Hall today to open your eyes." The monk laughed and said.

"Yes." The monks seemed very excited when they could watch the Demon Dance.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the pipa and huqin sounded.

The beards in the Vajra Sect are all very beautiful, and the demon dance is extremely attractive. They are dancing in this Grand Palace with strict treasures, and there is even more strange beauty.

The disciples were dry-mouthed. The happy monk asked with a smile, "Do you like it?"

"Amitabha!" The disciples quickly lowered their heads.

"If you win the World Club this time, I will reward you for your dual cultivation with them." The monk cheered and said with a chuckle. How could he not be afraid of the World Club? How could a man like Sun Yifeng willingly die? How could the dragon leader Zhang Ziling be an ordinary person?

"Hahaha! Fat Monk, your method of motivating employees is quite good." Zhang Ziling's voice sounded in the hall.

Only then did everyone find that there was a man sitting in the palm of the Tathagata Dharma Image in the Main Hall. The man was dressed in white, his long hair was tied with a hairpin, with a beautiful and handsome appearance and a very extraordinary demeanor.

It is said in the world that few people can catch Zhang Ziling's punch, and no woman can resist his smile.

"You are Zhang Ziling, the leader of the world's society?" The monk Huanxi stood up from the cushion, his fat body trembling slightly.

"Well, it's me." Zhang Ziling sat in the Buddha's hands without any intention of getting down.

"My people said you entered the Western Regions three days ago, why did you arrive at my Vajra Gate today?" asked the monk.

Zhang Ziling didn't expect that he was concerned about this, so he spoke, "I kept running here without sleep. When you were dancing, I took a nap for a while.

I regret not seeing all my sisters dance, but it doesn’t matter if I kill you all later. I’ll ask them to dance again.”

"I have to die?" The monk Huanxi looked at Zhang Ziling and asked.

"It's ridiculous to ask this at this time." Zhang Ziling replied coldly.

"It's my compassionate heart that is flooding." The happy monk said with a laugh.

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up, and the marble under his feet was stomped to pieces when he jumped up.

Zhang Ziling directly faced him, and the monk Huanxi fell to the ground again. He stomped several pieces of marble.

"Your fat hand is quite hard." Zhang Ziling said sarcastically.
Chapter completed!