Mr. Qin smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "It's not a famous man, but a young man. He looks like he's about twenty years old. His palm power is the strongest among the opponents I have ever met."

A hint of horror appeared in his eyes.

"Young man? About twenty years old?"

The red-haired young man's eyes flashed with bright light and asked, "Do you know who he is?"

"I don't know, I have fought against the second place in the human list, but it's just the same as me. His strength can hurt me with one palm. This is no longer the human list."

Mr. Qin's face was pale and said, "It's a pity that the master of Feiyan Hall could not escape the man's poisonous hand. He was shocked to death by a palm from the air. I finally got rid of him."

"Feiyan died?"

Elder Yue's face changed.

The Master of Feiyan Hall is the master of their Heimu Cliff Zhuque Hall. He has always been strong and powerful, and he was shocked to death.

His face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"Can it be Zhao Xuantong, the Venerable of Dragon Surrender?"

The young man with ghost eyes flashed with a terrible light and asked.

"No, I have also experienced Zhao Xuantong. His internal strength has not reached this level."

Mr. Qin had a hard time.

"Isn't Zhao Xuantong? He is proficient in the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Could it be that among the Beggars' Sect, in addition to Zhao Xuantong, has also trained other young masters?"

The ghost-eyed young man's eyes flashed.

The red-haired young man on one side also had a ray of light in his eyes.

They became the three "little evil kings" together with Mr. Qin, but they have never been convinced of each other.

Now that Mr. Qin was shocked by that man, they were not afraid, but instead became more and more eager to fight.

Since the last time the Twelve Golden People were restless, each of them has been given the opportunity.

The depth of their respective strength can no longer be measured by the previous standards.

If it were before, they were indeed comparable to Mr. Qin, but now it is hard to say.

The young man with ghost eyes suddenly bowed and said, "Ghost Grandma, Elder Yue, what I should tell you is already told. Now Brother Qin has stabilized his injuries. Let me say goodbye first."

"good."

The old woman and Elder Yue nodded.

The old woman's eyes became a little cold. She looked at the young man with ghost eyes and said, "Chirongzi, tell your leader after you go back that we will definitely do what we should do, so that your leader should not forget to make promises."

A deep smile appeared on Chilongzi's face and bowed, "Disciple should obey his orders."

He bowed and left the place.

The red-haired young man glanced at him deeply and withdrew his gaze.

Elder Yue's face was low and said, "This Red Dragon Son is not simple."

The ghost grandma also nodded and said in a harsh voice: "If it weren't for the sudden appearance of a little demon god in their sect, this Red Dragon Son would definitely be a striking figure in the Xingsu Sect."

Elder Yue looked solemn, and suddenly looked at the ghost mother-in-law and said, "Does my mother-in-law know the origin of that little demon god?"

The ghost mother-in-law said, "I know you and I know it very well, why bother asking more questions?"

Elder Yue nodded without saying a word.

The red-haired young man, but Mr. Qin all frowned.

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Zhang Yuan left the forest and rushed for another half a day.

The sky was dim and the stars were everywhere.

He frowned and ran for an afternoon without seeing any movement.

Have you gone in the wrong direction?

Seeing that night was approaching, he was about to find a place to settle down.

He continued to run ahead for a while, and a ray of light appeared in front of the distant dark night, at least two or three miles away from him.

"It seems someone?"

Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed, he looked up at the black crow and said, "Dead bird, come to someone's place later, close your beak."

“Guagua```”

The black crow made a harsh sound above his head, expressing dissatisfaction.

Zhang Yuan ignored him and rushed forward quickly.

The light gradually magnified in his eyes. It was a ruined temple with air leaking from all sides. A bonfire rose up in the middle of the ruined temple, like a street light in the dark.

Zhang Yuan quickly approached and quickly saw the figure in the dilapidated temple.

There are many people in the temple, and there are seven or eight people, and it seems that there are more than a group of forces.

Next to the bonfire, there were four tourists, three men and one woman, all carrying swords and swords with them.

The leader was an old man in his sixties, with two silver judges' pens inserted between his waist. Although he was old, his eyes were extremely sharp, like a night light, containing light.

Not far from them, several corpses were lying, as if they had just experienced a great war not long ago.

Not far from these four people, there were two men in gray robes sitting quietly in the corner without moving.

The two looked roughly around thirty years old and had cyan birthmarks on their faces.

One grows on the left face and the other grows on the right face, covering most of the cheeks.

The two of them had a bit of evil eyes. They shot a few times on the girl from time to time, with a faint strangeness on the corner of their mouths.

Not far from them, a man in black robe sat cross-legged, holding a long sword in his arms, radiating with his shoulders, without saying a word, as if he was indifferent to everything around him.

The atmosphere in the temple seems a bit weird.

Surprisingly quiet!

The old man's eyes swept across the two men in gray and the man in black from time to time, revealing a hint of solemnity.

He suddenly looked at the long dark night again, and his heart sank to the bottom.

Now that we don’t have a village in front and a shop in back, if we leave, we’re afraid that there will be more dangers.

He picked up the bonfire, took a sip of wine, and remained silent.

The girl next to her held the sword tightly, feeling nervous. When the two men in gray robe looked at her, she felt as if her body was covered with caterpillars, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.

Zhang Yuan stopped quickly, glanced at the temple, revealing his thoughts.

This atmosphere is wrong?

He deliberately leaked a trace of his voice and strode in.

The old man who was judged was moved and turned around suddenly, his eyes shot out terrible light and shouted coldly: "Who?"

The two men around him stood up instantly, and with a sound of Cang, he drew out his long sword and pointed out outside the temple at the same time, full of defense.

The youngest girl immediately drew the sword, but due to excessive tension, she drew it twice in a row, but she didn't pull out the sword, and her face was shy and red at the moment.

“Ho```”

Zhang Yuan was amused by the girl's behavior, walked in and smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm rushing late at night, just wanting to find a place to stay."

The old man's eyes scanned him deeply, his eyes were on guard.

Zhang Yuan smiled slightly, walked past them, especially looked at the girl a few more times.

Which girl is this? Can she be cute?

Looking at his blushing face, he wanted to knead it.

Zhang Yuan looked straight for a corner and sat down cross-legged.

Pu Lingling!

The sound of shaking wings sounded, and the black crow flew in from outside and landed on the beam of the house. The black eyes swept across the people in the temple like strange whirlpools.

Everyone also noticed the black crow flying in and frowned slightly.

For some reason, when they were watched by the black crow, they couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

puff!

The man in the black robe bounced his fingers and rushed out with a burst of energy, flying towards the black crow.

“Guo```”

The black crow screamed and fell directly from the beam, pounced on it, and hit the ground.

Zhang Yuan's mouth twitched.

What he is.

This guy is really good at cooperating!
Chapter completed!