The giant hammer swept across the sky and roared through the air.

Tang Luo slapped down casually, and Yi Yun felt a huge force coming, and he could not hold the hammer handle at all. The hammer instantly fell off his hand and fell into the ground.

"The weapons are good, but the martial arts are too poor." Tang Luo commented, and a white sword shadow flashed.

The "brothers" who rushed up behind Yi Yun broke their weapons, flew backwards, and landed heavily, and were basically inactive.

Lin Qinglong's raised knife fell down again.

Didn't dare to take action.

"A bunch of evil deeds."

Tang Luo casually stabbed the sword of the Zhuangfeng into the ground, looked at Lin Qinglong and Yi Yun and said, "Listen to me to finish my words first."

Yi Yun's hands were hanging beside him, and you could see that ten fingers were trembling constantly and were already swollen.

The severe pain made him distorted.

Lin Qinglong leaned slightly: "Are you from Baiyu Jianzhuang?"

"Baiyu Sword Village?" Tang Luo said, "Has the donor not heard me claim to me?"

He calls himself, what do he call himself? He naturally calls himself a poor monk.

Yi Yun continued to hideously, but Lin Qinglong showed a strange expression: "You mean, are you a monk?"

"My monk's Dharma name is Xuanzang." Tang Luo stood with one hand on his chest, "I came to practice the way for heaven and save all the donors to go to the Western Paradise."

Lin Qinglong stared at Tang Luo: "Monk? There are actually monks in the world?"

There was surprise in his tone, as if he heard a huge joke.

"Oh, the donor told me, why can't there be monks?" Tang Luo said.

"I said that, the master can let me go?" Lin Qinglong said.

Just now, Tang Luo easily defeated Yi Yun and his brothers, and Lin Qinglong knew that this man's martial arts was unfathomable and could not be defeated.

"It depends on the donor's performance." Tang Luo said.

"Decades ago, the God of Hate, destroyed the entire Tianfo Temple, and the chickens and dogs were left. In the whole world, two or three Buddhist temples left to disperse their disciples overnight, and from then on, there were no Buddhist temples in the world." Lin Qinglong's voice contained malice, "Buddhist is gone, where can the monks come from?"

"Oh." Tang Luo said, it turns out that there is such a thing as a past in the world.

Lin Qinglong's remaining eyes were circling, probably because he regarded Tang Luo as a disciple who had secretly taught him some "remnants of Buddhism".

I guess it would be a waste of time if I didn’t explain the common sense and the disciples who were about to come out.

Such "young heroes" taught by hermit masters will have several "somethings" every year, and most of them die tragically.

As for the reason, on the one hand, the hermit master may not be really high, and if it is really high, it will not be hidden.

This kind of true hermit master may not be able to produce one in ten years.

On the other hand, the young heroes who came out of the mountain valley had serious lack of experience in the martial arts world and were even easier to deal with than the young heroes in the sect.

The young heroes who come out of the sect can deceive you once or twice. If you come out of the mountain valleys, you can deceive you seven or eight times.

But the one in front of me is a little different.

He claimed to be a monk and did not know much about the affairs of the world, but he was so cruel that he was not a monk at all, nor did he feel compassion as a newcomer in the world.

No survivor!

There are only two leaders left in Qingyun Village, with more than 30 people, and Lin Qinglong's brothers are all dead.

This person is an alternative, the kind who is poor and bad, and is out of trouble.

"What then?" Tang Luo continued to ask.

"Then..." Lin Qinglong was stunned for a moment.

Buddhism had disappeared a hundred years ago, so what could it be?

"The donor seems to be quite informative. There are any evil demons and heretics in the world. Why not come with me one by one?" Tang Luo said, and he wanted this and then.

Speaking of which, he was a little disappointed.

As far as he knows, there are no various lists in the world! It is not at all.

As we all know, people who are in the world have a greater reputation than the sky, so various lists, such as the heaven, earth, people, dragon and tiger, beauty, and storm.

The essence of human beings is to be on the list and rank.

Unfortunately, there is no here. At least Tang Luo and the others have learned that there is only one weapon list, as well as various major forces and powerful people who have been passed down by word of mouth.

How can this work?

There is no "black list" composed of evil demons and heretics. Who should Tang Luo asks to save and earn merit?

So I can only find the head of Qingyun Village, and I can understand the situation like this old man.

"What evil demons and heretics?" Lin Qinglong said, "Whoever is strong is justice, whoever is weak is evil demons. The winner is justice!"

"I am not interested in discussing philosophy with the donor." Tang Luo said, "I just want to know how many people in the world are like you Qingyun Village, and drag the ordinary villagers to death, hang their bodies and heads in the village, and intimidate others on the road, and this type of bad guy."

"Yes, there are many." Lin Qinglong said.

“Can you write?”

"……meeting."

"If you know how to write, I will send you on your way after I finish writing." Tang Luo said.

"You can't kill us! We are the peripheral organization of the Heitian Divine Palace, we are their people!" Yi Yun suddenly shouted loudly, saying that he would not kill anyone!

Don’t you call yourself a monk?

No wonder these people have quite good weapons, and it turns out that there are major forces behind them to help.

"Okay." Tang Luo smiled, "write down the information and information of the Black Heaven God Palace. The more complete the better, the better. I will save it together."

What is self-confidence? That's it.

Yi Yun's face collapsed instantly. When the monk said "Okay", he thought things had a turnaround.

"You won't let us go. Do you think I will provide you with information?" Lin Qinglong held the big knife's hand, his fingers moved slightly, and his palms were covered with sweat.

"Yes." Tang Luo said, "because a person like you must live, and if he cannot live, it is also a good thing to foresee the death of his enemy, right?"

Lin Qinglong's face was gloomy.

He is indeed a vengeful person.

"You write that if I go, there is a certain probability that I will die at the hands of those people."

"You don't write, but you don't even have a chance to take revenge."

"Do you write, or don't?"

Yi Yun's eyes widened and he guessed wrongly!

This monk is not a young man with high martial arts skills and short knowledge.

This person is clearly an old monster! Monk!

"Okay, I'll write."

Lin Qinglong's chest was undulating and a grim smile appeared on his face, "When the time comes, you will see what hell is, and I regret what I did today."

As he said that, the machete let go and landed, making a crisp sound.

This crisp sound covered up the sound of Lin Qinglong raising his hand, and the "click" sound of the small cylinder mechanism turning on.

The thin needles as numerous as cows were shot out from the mechanism and covered them towards Tang Luo.

If you have excellent vision, you can also see the fine needles with strange colors, which obviously have toxicity.

Not to mention the throat being sealed with blood, the upper and lower threads will at least be poisonous and will immediately lose combat power.

Pear blossoms in rainstorm!

Many of Lin Qinglong's opponents fell under his hidden weapon.

Who would have thought that a bandit with a machete would have such an incredible hidden weapon?

Tang Luo didn't expect it either.

He just raised his hand, and the shadow of his front palm appeared, and the shadow of the residual light flashed. Every thin needle was gently moved by him, and the direction of flight changed, flying towards Yi Yun opposite him.

In the next breath, Yi Yun let out a painful roar, his eyes were already blinded, and black blood continued to flow out from the fine wounds on his body.

The huge body shook twice, fell to the ground with a bang, and was still twitching slightly.

The exposed skin quickly turned black, and after a few seconds it turned into a stiff corpse.

"Write well." Tang Luo said to Lin Qinglong, who was in the posture of "exploding hidden weapons", and walked into the village without caring about him.

No matter how you say you want that little spoil, and there may be prisoners inside.

Nan Taisheng and Tang Yuhan were staring at Lin Qinglong, not daring to relax at all.

Master Xuanzang was extremely relaxed and left the person behind directly, regardless of it. They felt a little panicked.
To be continued...