Hearing Sikongxing funny, there was no laughter in the crowd this time. The Qingshan man Zhang Yinzong is different from Huang Tang Laogui. Zhang Yinzong ranks fifth in the sword list, but he has a title of Jianghu, such as Qi Lin's crossing Jianglong, Li Yuanzheng's left-hand sword, and Zhang Yinzong's title of "Abandoned disciple"!

Zhang Yinzong is a fierce man and will revenge his grudges. He once entered the sword tomb to practice, but was later expelled from the sword tomb because of his misconduct. Therefore, he was known as the abandoned disciple Zhang Yinzong!

Sikongxing's big eyes flashed. Seeing Zhang Yinzong ignore him, he jumped and swayed and ran past Zhang Yinzong. The big shovel he was carrying almost hit Zhang Yinzong. I don't know whether it was intentional, accidentally, or intentional and careless.

She kept saying hello to the people sitting on the futon.

Blood Knife Gate, Buyi Gang, Haoyang Pavilion, Qingshan Sword Sect, Qinghui Pavilion, Li Family, Wang Family, Ji Family...

Soon, Si Kongxing jumped and came to Zhao Wujiang. She raised her little head and stared at Zhao Wujiang's bronze mask:

"Big brother, I seem to have seen your mask somewhere!"

Zhao Wujiang was puzzled that the mask of Wuya Pavilion was made by him imitating the bronze mask unearthed from Lanxing Sanxingdui. Where did Sikongxing have seen it?

"Xing'er, you are not allowed to hit other people's gang masks!" Two people stepped into the hall again, a middle-aged man with a back and a bear-waisted waist, and an old woman with a cane.

The middle-aged man with a tiger-backed and bear-waisted waist was wearing a coarse linen, just like a farmer who was farming in the fields, but he had a small shovel the size of a palm on his waist. He was the leader of the sect who was now stolen, and Sikong refused to borrow it.

"Master..." Sikongxing pouted and ran over.

Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled. It turned out that Si Kongxing had seen what he said, but he just coveted his mask and found it strange and fun.

"Grandma Jinhua." Sikongxing saluted to the old woman beside her again. The old woman was happy, touching Sikongxing's little head and taking out candy cubes from her sleeve.

The crowd in the hall suddenly caused a commotion. Sikong did not use his own strength to dig a passage in the tomb of the monk sweeping the floor, which led to the situation today.

The old woman next to her was one of the two valley masters of Baihua Valley, Grandma Jinhua.

The appearance of the two great masters made many strong men respect him, especially Sikong, who was strong and often unreasonable. Except for Master Kuzhu, who was present had the strength to not be afraid of him?

"Why should the donor disturb Senior Brother Kuxuan's quietness?" Master Kuzhu stopped reciting scriptures and slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were calm, staring at Sikong, the leader of the Thieves' Sect:

"Senior Brother Kuxuan once had a good relationship with the ancestor of the Thieves. Now you are descendants of the generations who steal the tombs and dig them, which must be regarded as blasphemy!"

Sikong did not take advantage of one hand to salute and said with a hearty smile:

"I have been walking in the world for many years, digging many tombs and pricking up many people's ancestral tombs, but when facing Master Kuxuan this time, I only broke the tomb and never entered the tomb!

This is the highest etiquette of the thief. How could it disturb him from being quiet?"

It sounds reasonable, but it seems that it is not completely reasonable. Everyone didn't know how to speak for a while. Master Kuzhu sighed and said Amitabha.

"Amitabha." Sikong folded his hands together and said with a smile:

"Now all those who should come are here, and there are still some on the way. No matter they are, there must be five or six masters present? Master Kuzhu, why don't we go in?"

There was a commotion in the crowd. Sikong Buzhi's words came to their hearts. They could not have been waiting all the time, right? Now that Sikong Buzhi did not take advantage of this powerful master to take the lead and join forces with everyone, Putuo Temple could not resist it.

Master Kuzhu has a compassionate face:

"When entering the back mountain, there will be bloody storms. How many donors here can escape unscathed?"

"Life and death are destined to be rich and noble in heaven. The world is about fighting and killing. Today, you either die or you die!" Sikong took down the small shovel at his waist, patted it in the palm of his hand, and looked around everyone:

"I die at night, buried tomorrow, buried tomorrow, I will dig the day after tomorrow!

We have been in the world for many years. Since we have to compete for treasures, we have to pay the price. If we can't afford the price, we will leave with ease!

Don’t be afraid of death if you stay!"

Everyone was clamoring, and Sikong, the leader of the thief, did not talk roughly or not. Everyone was responsible for their own choices, and they had to expose risks if they wanted to seize treasures.

"Sikong Buyi is also a corpse-driver. He was a third-level master in the early years. I don't know how much he is now, but he still has a yin corpse that has not yet appeared.

This time, this person won the most for the "Prajna Sutra without Formation". Jia Ersan narrowed his eyes slightly.

The secret is already in my hand... Zhao Wujiang coughed dryly and nodded, expressing his approval of Jia Er San's words.

"Should you go, stay what you should stay." Sikong stepped into the back hall without a loud voice. This time, Master Kuzhu did not stop him, but just sat on the cushion with a compassionate face and silently recited the scriptures.

Xuanyuan Yuheng followed with great strides, and ten white-clothed elders followed closely.

Strong people from major sects in the world flocked to the back hall and stepped into the back mountain.

"Peace Master?" Jia Er San and Jia Er Nine asked for instructions.

Zhao Wujiang smiled faintly:
Chapter completed!