This quick wear is a bit sweet

Chapter 15
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Dare not dare.

But this time you can go boldly with confidence, Master will definitely support you.

Xunguang looked back towards the ring as if nothing had happened.

The blood and sweat on it was flying everywhere, and there was no beauty at all.

Soon the two bearded men stopped, and one of them said, "Give way."

The other person had a bruised nose and swollen face, but without losing his demeanor, he cupped his hands and said, "I'm willing to bow down."

Yan Meng stood up, and wanted to express his feelings in relief, when suddenly a voice came from down the mountain.

The voice was full of energy, even though it was so far away, the cold wind was howling, and it was like thunder.

"Why don't you wait for me to come together and start again, the position of the leader of the martial arts, can't I do it?"

Listening to this voice, Xunguang yelled at the system: "Where is the promised devil saint, how did she become Qi Tianzheng!"

"Maybe your appearance has caused some changes."

"Could it be that Qi Tianzheng is the saint of the Demon Cult?"

"Not only are you mentally disabled, but you are also blind."

A tall and thin figure appeared on the top of the mountain.

Qi Tianzheng's face, with flying eyebrows and eyes, is very evil, if he is dressed as a saint
Xunguang thought about this scene, and felt goosebumps all over his body.

"Qi Tianzheng, you dare to come here! Okay, let's eliminate harm for the Wulin today!"

With Yan Meng's angry shout, everyone drew their weapons in unison.

Holding the sword, Xunguang stood in front of Lin Yu, blocking Qi Tianzheng's sight.

Don't miss any chance to brush up your favor.

Moreover, Lin Yu can grow up in the Yunshui school in peace, which is much better than going to the Demon Sect. This Qi Tianzheng wants to take him away with all his heart, so she has to guard against it.

Surrounded by the crowd, Qi Tianzheng walked up to the ring without any fear, and said: "It's against the morals of the world to have so many of you hitting me alone."

Venerable Vajra, the surviving Zen Buddhist, said: "There is no need to be moral when dealing with people who have committed such crimes as you."

Qi Tianzheng laughed and said: "That's good. I thought it was not a moral thing to bully the few with the more. I was troubled all night. If I had known this, why would I not be able to sleep all night."

Yan Meng frowned, feeling that the matter was not that simple, and said angrily, "What tricks are you playing!"

Qi Tianzheng took out a bamboo whistle and blew it. In an instant, there was a commotion from the bottom of the mountain, and the sound of horseshoes "da da", and soon a group of people went up the mountain.

There were no less than fifty men in black, all capable, with fierce eyes, long knives around their waists, and a young girl riding a horse in the middle.

This person is the Holy Maiden Feng Yueying.

The girl was also dressed in black, her skin was whiter, her eyebrows were raised, she looked very evil, and she glanced at everyone impatiently.

Although she is young, everyone respects her. She is surrounded by stars and moons. She is arrogant and unruly, and shows no mercy in killing people. After Lin Yu joined the Demon Cult, she was always by his side.

She was also the only woman who was still alive under Lin Wanqiu's strict guard.

After all, Lin Wanqiu's hand could not reach the Devil's Cult yet.

Yan Meng and the others didn't expect that the Demon Cult had ambushed so many people at the foot of the mountain, and they didn't even realize it, and they were bullied to the top, so their faces became uglier than each other.

Qi Tianzheng clapped his hands and said: "It seems that we didn't take advantage of it. Judging from the number of people, you still have more people."

Yan Meng said: "No matter how many people there are, even if I'm here alone, I will never be afraid of you, the devil!"

"Correct!"

"Let's go together!"

Qi Tianzheng said: "Master Yan Zhuang, why should you be so angry? If you want to fight together, we will accompany you, but it will hurt your love if you fight."

Hearing what he said, Yan Meng quickly glanced at Yan Mengjiao, secretly regretting that he shouldn't have brought her here to join in the fun.

On the contrary, the venerable Zen master clasped his hands together and said, "Qi Tianzheng, what do you want to do, just say it."

Qi Tianzheng said: "Didn't I just say it when I came here? I can also take the position of the leader of the martial arts, and the ears of famous families are not very good."

Yan Meng drew out the Liyang Saber, snorted angrily, and said, "Then let the old man meet you!"

Qi Tianzheng waved his hands quickly, and said: "There are so many of you, if each of you slaps me, I will be exhausted to death."

Yan Meng said: "Then what exactly do you want?"

Qi Tianzheng waved to Feng Yueying, and said: "Let my disciple fight with you a few times first, if I lose, I will admit defeat, if I win, my apprentice will naturally give me the position of leader."

Yan Meng glanced at the monk beside him.

If you agree, it is inevitable that so many of them bully a little girl, but if you don't agree, this scuffle will inevitably be damaged, and you will die before you get out of the battle.

He considered it over and over again, and said: "Three games will determine the outcome. If you want to change people, you can do so at any time."

Qi Tianzheng said: "As expected of a decent family, doing things is fair."

Feng Yueying quickly dismounted from her horse and walked to Qi Tianzheng's side.

Everyone saw that although she was young, she was calm and imposing, but she didn't know martial arts, but at such a young age, it was not easy to beat them.

For a while, everyone relaxed.

Zen "Amitabha", jumped onto the stage and said, "I'll meet you."

Feng Yueying took out the long knife, her expression was cold and arrogant, without saying a word, she suddenly rushed towards Zen Zong.

With a Zen stick and a long knife, the two of them had gone through ten moves, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Feng Yueying was about to lose.

But at this moment, the two of them crossed their bodies, and their weapons met, Feng Yueying suddenly said sharply: "Old thief, you can hit as you want, why do you use your hands and feet!"

Everyone saw that there was a red mark on Feng Yueying's face. Her skin was fair, and the finger marks could be seen at a glance.

"Bullshit!"

The face of the Zen venerable Qi was flushed, and he couldn't argue with it.

Just now, the two of them crossed each other, with their backs facing each other, no one saw what was going on, and there was no way to find a personal ID.

Feng Yueying said: "It's clear that you have a lustful heart but no courage. With such a huge physical evidence, you still quibble."

Xunguang and System looked at the people of Zen sect who were dying of shame and indignation, but couldn't explain themselves, they were both dumbfounded.

"Damn it, this move is too ruthless. Most of the people present here are big men. Who would dare to go up after this?"

"I have to go to the group to share."

"The monk is sad, I really can't wash myself off by jumping into the Yellow River."

Most people would believe him, but there were always a few who gloated about his misfortune, and a few who looked at Feng Yueying's glamorous demeanor and didn't believe it. If this rumor spread to the world, the entire Zen sect would lose face.

Especially such an affair, it is simply an excellent topic of conversation after dinner.

Except for someone with a big heart like Xun Guang and an extremely determined mind like Lin Wanqiu, gossip is enough to overwhelm anyone.

Yan Meng sternly said: "Stop framing, master is upright, how could he touch you, a little girl! If you can't afford to lose, get out, don't use these dirty methods to dirty my place."

As soon as these powerful words came out, the Venerable's complexion immediately improved a lot.

Feng Yueying sneered and said: "You are in the same group, so you naturally protect each other. Could it be that I pinched the mark on my face? I am so shameless. You are still known as a decent family, and you are not as honest and happy as a member of the Demon Cult like me. , when we go down the mountain, we must publicize your character."

The monk's face was livid, and he suddenly said: "I am an innocent person, and I must not let you slander me like this!"

As he spoke, he raised his Zen staff and hit his head with a "bang".

"Grandmaster!"

Everyone cried out in surprise, before they could stop him, blood was flowing from his head, he had lost his breath and fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)