Seeing the two women quarrel, Fu Jingtao wisely chose not to help each other. He turned to look at Tuoba Jian, smiled and sent a voice message: "I haven't seen you for many days, and your martial arts seem to have reached a higher level. Congratulations! I don't want to reveal my identity before entering Beijing, so I temporarily hide it in the name of 'Yang Tao'."

Tuoba Jian nodded slightly and said, "Young Master Yang, I understand."

Fu Jingtao laughed and pulled him to take his seat. By the way, he gave an introduction to Qiao Hui and Wu Dong. Qiao Hui and Wu Dong couldn't help but feel respect. Not to mention anything else, how many people in the world can dare to break into Lingyun Peak to challenge and escape unstoppable? With this alone, Tuoba Jian was enough to boast about half of his life.

It turned out that after the Qinling Alliance, Kuang Jue got his wish and became the leader. Because Fu Jingtao followed Xiao Hen to learn the devil-suppressing method alone, Tuoba Jian and Hu Feng bid farewell to Kuang Jue and go east. The two were free and traveled all the way. One day, they accidentally heard about Fu Jingtao's disappearance, so they made a special trip to Songshan, but found nothing after searching for several days. As the opening ceremony on the seventh day of the seventh month approached, they set off for Kaifeng, but who knew that they would meet Fu Jingtao and his party by chance on the way.

Tuoba Jian lowered his voice and said, "I heard that three demon dogs were born today. They were raped and cannibalized in broad daylight. They were later killed in one fell swoop - Could it be the one who did it?"

Fu Jingtao nodded: "The ones who killed the monsters were the little monks of the Southern Tang Dynasty and the tiger king in Lingnan."

Tuoba Jian glanced at Shenkong and Meng Hu.

Meng Hu had a keen intuition that was almost like a beast, and his muscles were immediately tense and he looked up.

The two of them had a sonorous exchange in the air, and Mars flew everywhere, and they both knew they had met a rare strong enemy.

The coldness surged up, and everyone shivered without realizing it. The voice lowered octaves, and subconsciously moved their steps to retreat to both sides.

Meng Hu said slowly: "Is the sword you carry?"

Tuoba Jian said: "Yes!"

Meng Hu said: "Your sword is very special. Can you draw your sword and see it?"

Tuoba Jian shook his head and said, "My sword is a killing sword. You must drink blood when you come out, so it is not suitable to watch."

Meng Hu was eager to try and said: "I think you are a master in the world! Meng Hu, a disciple of Duxiu Peak in Lingnan, is interested in asking for advice, please!"

Tuoba Jian has experienced the torture of failure and is stoic in his mind. He is no longer the stoic Qing, who is in a state of intent. How could he draw his sword easily? He smiled faintly: "You and I have no grudges, why should we communicate with swords and swords? If you hurt the innocent people around you by mistake or destroy the house, it is not done by chivalrous!"

Shenkong hurriedly said, "Yes, it is better to be a hero than a warrior to fight bravely and ruthlessly. According to the little monk's opinion, the two of them should restrain their temper a little, so harmony is the most important thing!"

Meng Hu had to give the little monk a face. He reluctantly sat back on his seat, grabbed the dishes and chopsticks and ate them hard. Shenkong said anxiously: "Are you a bucket of rice? Eat slowly!" He quickly picked up the bamboo chopsticks, and grabbed the dishes on the plate, like the wind swept the remaining clouds.

Suddenly, Herulou, a horse tied outside the door, screamed, and his iron hooves were stomping on it, as if he was going crazy. The inn mate rushed to comfort the shocked horse, and somebody shouted: "Oh my God, there is a monster!" "Hide!"

As the fishy wind blew, a black beast appeared at the end of the long street, like a tiger but not a tiger, or a leopard but not a leopard. The upper lip was turned up and revealed two huge white fangs, the eyes were dark red, and the fur was bright and smooth, like the ghosts harvesting life in the dark night, beautiful and mysterious, cold and ruthless. It rushed towards the edge of the light like flowing clouds and water, and stared at the people in the inn, as if looking at a group of prey to be slaughtered, with the corners of the mouth touching, and the throat roared horrible.

The evil spirit was blown away, and the horse outside the door was so scared that it was so scared that it lingered on the ground.

"Warcraft!" "This is a monster!" Qunhao couldn't help but exclaim.

Shenkong sniffed gently and frowned, "Does it also want to hunt and eat people?"

Meng Hu said: "Or, it intends to avenge the three-eyed demon dog? It would not be a coincidence that the monsters appeared nearby one after another!" The more he said it, the more he felt it made sense. He pressed the table with one palm, pulled it out of the window with a single hand, and the sword flashed, and the bone-cutting knife came to his hand and shouted: "The three-headed demon dog was killed by my master. If you want to take revenge, let the horse come over!"

The black monster seemed to understand, with a terrible murderous intent in his eyes. He suddenly bounced his limbs and rushed up to the height of the roof tiles. He looked back and glanced coldly at Meng Hu, and disappeared in an instant.

Meng Hu was full of fighting spirit and had nowhere to vent his anger. He was extremely depressed and cursed in the direction where the monster disappeared. A light breeze blew, and Shenkong also fell to the middle of the street and sighed: "Save effort! Even if you shouted, it wouldn't hear it."

Meng Hu stomped his feet and said in a deep voice: "Little monk, based on my experience, this monster is probably coming to track your and me smell!"

Shen Kong said thoughtfully: "World beasts are rampant, and there is a reason for things. Most of them are demons who are secretly manipulating them. Only by destroying the nests of monsters can they be completely exterminated."

Meng Hu smiled bitterly and said, "This monster comes like the wind and goes without a shadow. It is hard to find its nest as if it is ascending to the sky."

Kamikawa said: "Don't worry, it will appear again!"

Meng Hu was excited: "You wait and see, I'll chop it up with one knife!"

The heroes in the inn looked at each other, and a layer of haze flashed through their hearts. They are not stupid. Who else can besides the Demon Sect who dares to raise monsters in the world? If they accidentally get involved in the bloody festival between Demon Sect and Shen Kong and Meng Hu, they will inevitably be crushed to pieces! Everyone winked at each other, one or two got up to settle the bill, and left through the back door in a flash, and in the end, only Fu Jingtao, the man left.

When Shen Kong, Meng Hu turned back to the inn and looked at the empty hall. Compared with the hustle and bustle before, he couldn't help but feel absurd and ridiculous feeling.

Meng Hu snorted coldly: "What a group of corrupt bones who are afraid of death!"

Shenkong said: "It is normal for human beings to seek profit and avoid danger. The demon shadow falls from the sky, and the road ahead is dangerous!"

Meng Hu looked at Fu Jingtao and others who were still moving, frowned and said, "Why don't you leave?"

Fu Jingtao asked back: "Why do we want to leave?"

Meng Hu said coldly: "The master of the Demon Sect will appear at any time. Isn't the young master afraid of death?"

Fu Jingtao smiled and said, "With the little monk and young hero Meng are in charge, why should we be afraid of evil demons? Now in the town, this is the safest place. Who can withstand the attack of the monsters that have escaped from the inn? "

As the saying goes, "If you don't hit a smile, Meng Hu hums and keeps talking."

Shenkong kindly advised: "Dear donors, if there is really a devil coming, you should hide and not show up."

Yin Lianlian said in a trembling voice: "My little master, can you use martial arts? Otherwise, you can hide too?"

Shen Kong raised his chin and said proudly: "The little monk was born in Wuxiang Temple in Nantang. He practiced Wuxiang Magical Art since he was two years old. At the age of ten, he was proficient in the thirteen unique skills. Who dared to deceive me?!"

Yin Lianlian's eyes were full of colors and she praised her sweetly: "My little master is a genius!"

Shenkong patted his chest hard and said loudly: "Don't panic with female donor. As long as the little monk is here, you will never lose a piece of hair!"
Chapter completed!