Lu Qian's eyes rolled, and he thought about it and said, "Master, there are many demon disciples in the Demon Cult. This time, he will do a big move. We will always follow us and never care about it. It's better to wait here, pretend to be the owner of a tea stall, and ambush the next team." Wen Zhengwu said, "If this is the case, it's better, I'm afraid the ending will be average." Lu Qian hurriedly said, "Disciples are 100% sure!"

Wen Zhengwu frowned and thought for a moment, and said, "That might be possible. To eliminate a few more demons of the Demon Sect, he would do a little more good deeds. But there are five waiters in this remote tea stall. Isn't it a suspicious?" Lu Qian said, "Only Master and Master Wen take care of the tea stall here. You two are very skilled in martial arts and can kill the thief on the spot. Even if you fail, I, Senior Brother Li and Junior Sister Nangong set up traps outside and attack from the side. This is called "incapable enemy, bento wisdom."

Yi Zhengxiong nodded slightly and asked, "Senior Brother, what do you think?" Wen Zhengwu stroked his beard and said, "What else do you want to ask? It's your disciple. I think Mr. Lu is very responsible. Compared with others, he is better than others and will be in a state of peace. In the future, he may take over as a junior brother. As for this kind of personality, how many people are so bold that they have just debuted? Besides, there is nothing wrong with this. At least they must be able to act cautiously to make up for the gaps."

Lu Qian said in a humble manner: "I am far from Senior Brother Tan. He is the leader of him. He dare not expect it." Wen Zhengwu sighed: "Mr. Tan, alas..." I wanted to say that Tan Linshang didn't know his life or death, but finally sighed and stopped talking. He took the clothes of the tea stall owner and found a hidden place with Yi Zhengxiong to change it.

When they came out again, both of them bowed and couldn't help coughing. It seemed that they were not as good as an ordinary old man with no martial arts skills. How could they be the master of martial arts? Nangong Xue covered her mouth and smiled on the spot, "Oh, I really didn't expect that even if you see your direct disciples, they would call you 'Lucky, come two bowls of herbal tea', hehe!" Wen Zhengwu smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you, but after hearing what you said, I feel uncomfortable." Nangong Xue smiled and said, "I have a good idea. You might as well seal the sword and retire from now on and sell herbal tea, which will be better than such a similarity."

Lu Qian was worried that she would continue to talk about it, but the enemy had arrived before everything was settled, so he hurriedly said, "It's not time to go, Master Wen, disciples will set up traps." Wen Zhengwu said, "Go, be careful yourself!" After a tragic change, he and Li Yijie and others had already developed a sense of hatred for the enemy. As for the thoughts of using it and silence, they had already left it out of the sky.

Lu Qian immediately led the two of them out and pointed them in the grass. He jumped onto the tree, took out a silver thread as thin as needles and thread from his sleeve, circled one end on the branch, then pulled it with one hand, and flew up and down around the tree crown. He intended to show his martial arts skills, secretly exerted his internal strength, and made everyone hear the sound of the whistling wind that broke through the air. In just a moment, a net was put on the tree. Because the color of the net reflected sunlight, it also had a dazzling effect. Nangong Xue clapped and praised: "Brother Lu, you are so handsome!"

Lu Qian smiled slightly, jumped down, and told Li Yijie how to get caught and how to conquer the enemy. After he understood, Nangong Xue said again: "I haven't finished talking yet, this fishing net looks better. I don't know where you got it?" When Lu Qian heard that she actually called this treasure a fishing net, he was both angry and funny, and said: "That was made of silk in the Western Regions. The swords cannot be cut, and the sword cannot be cut. It is an extremely tough thing. No matter how hard you are, if you are tied into it, the more you struggle, the tighter you will be entangled and unable to escape. This is a secret treasure that I, Kunlun, cannot easily show to others."

Nangong Xue's face turned red and she said, "It's my little sister who is short-sighted, so don't be surprised by Brother Lu." Lu Qian said, "It's easy to say, let's keep silent for the time being, be careful." The three of them buried their heads and hid in the grass.

After about half an hour, Li Yijie suddenly heard a mess of footsteps coming from above. He looked quietly and saw a group of people walking in line from the direction of the way, all wearing black robes and a long sword inserted on their waists. His face was covered with a black cloth cover from the bottom of his eyes, and his head was covered with a black gauze square crown, like a ghost. It was thought that the Shadow Sacrifice Church had arrived. One person walked in his head, and although his face was covered, he saw that his eyebrows had turned gray and white. He was an elderly person.

Li Yijie had seen the Qing soldiers' military disciplines and the square formations were neat. I thought that the Demon Sect's reputation was comparable to that of the players, and the lineup should not be behind them. Unexpectedly, the disciples were very lazy and had their paces crookedly. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, no one would have expected that the Shadow Sacrifice Sect, which had been in trouble for a long time, would have been like this.

Wen Zhengwu was a senior master. Although he saw the strange situation, he did not dare to underestimate the other party. When he approached, he hurriedly looked kind and moved forward and said, "My dear, the sun is red and scorching, is it so exhausting? Please drink a bowl of herbal tea here, take a rest, and it's not too late to rush."

The leading old man glanced at him and said, "You make a living by selling herbal tea?" Wen Zhengwu bowed and said, "Yes, in the wilderness, I just hope to have a convenient way with passers-by." The old man pondered for a moment and asked, "You have been here, have you ever seen a group of people passing by? The costumes are like us." Wen Zhengwu felt a stern in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged, and he smiled and said, "Yes, I originally wanted to treat herbal tea, but they were very anxious to go on the road and ignored it."

Then a Shadow Sacrifice Churchman smiled and said, "Master Zhao Xiang is so eager to make contributions. Fortunately, our brothers followed Xue Xiangzhu's team, otherwise they would have suffered a lot." Another laughed and said, "Even if Zhao Xiangzhu arrives first, the lady may not accept his affection; even if he has the affection, he may not be able to get any benefits." The old Shadow Sacrifice Churchman raised his hand and said, "Everyone said, the lady gathers the church members together, and there are still a lot of us all along the way. Why bother to fight to the death? Let me be the decision, everyone just rest before going." Shadow Sacrifice Churchman cheered and sat around the small table.

Wen Zhengwu ordered Yi Zhengxiong to pick up some herbal tea and placed it on each table. Then he bowed and stood beside Xue Xiang's main table. A believer was impatient and shouted, "Old guy, there is nothing you have to do here, hurry up and go aside!"

Wen Zhengwu is a very identifiable figure in the world. Even if it is the abbot of Shaolin Sect, Master Tongchan, and the Wudang Sect Taoist Linkong, he is respectful to him. He has never received such rude calls. He is about to overturn the table and draw his sword to take action. Then he thought that a little impotent would cause chaos, so he had to suppress his anger and smiled and said: "Yes, yes, if the guest official has something to give, please inform me at any time." After that, he staggered and retreated, and there were still a few cursing mutters coming from behind.

The former cultivator picked up the teacup, winked at the table, signaled everyone to gather, and lowered his voice: "Miss is too willful and arbitrary this time. She is the daughter of the leader, and at most she will be scolded a few times, that's it. But we have to give her a lot of punishment as she makes such a fool of herself. Isn't it worth it? Why doesn't the young master care about her?"

Another sneered, "The young master always talks coldly, but in fact he is the most pampering the lady. The lady talks about the east, but he never talks about the west. The lady talks about the west, so he never talks about the east. Several tasks almost caused the overall situation for the lady. Fortunately, the young master is extremely capable, so there is no trouble. The brothers all said that the young master and the lady are born with a pair of... " Master Xue Xiang coughed lightly and said, "Let's just say these words privately, but be careful not to pass them to the Lord Yun Hall. He has always been competitive, but his wisdom and martial arts are always slightly inferior to the Young Master..."

While he was talking, two scattered men walked out of the stall. One of them held a broken bowl in his chest and shouted, "Good uncle, please give me some silver. The old man hasn't eaten for several days!" The other man leaned on a bamboo crutch and walked slowly. First, a Shadow Sacrifice Church whispered: "Where is the scattered man coming from? It has nothing to bother us. Master Xue Xiang, wait for his subordinates to go and dispel him."

Master Xue Xiang nodded, but he didn't see how the believer moved. His figure rose and fell, and he had already reached the stall. He held his right hand in his hand and hung it on the bowl. He smiled and said, "I am in a good mood today, I will reward you!" The Huazi said repeatedly, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

The monk suddenly sank his right knee, his palm clenched into a fist, and he yelled, "My uncle rewards you with a fist!" The monk raised his head and avoided it, handed the broken bowl in one hand, turned his heel to the side of the monk, pressed it down with empty hands, and took the wrist of the monk, but used a move in the "Dragon Claw Grabbing Hand".

The monk had not yet escaped, and his left fist was swung out from his waist. The monk held a bowl and swept his right foot to the plate. The monk's center of gravity was unstable and fell to the ground with a pounce. The other monk was using crutches and was completely unambiguous. He raised the bamboo crutch and shot it down on his Tianling cover, and shot it to the point of bursting. Li Yijie and others were shocked to see each other.

Seeing that the two wives were skillful in their cooperation, they seemed to be prepared, they drew their swords and jumped out. The wrists held the bowl and threw the broken bowl path to Master Xue Xiang. Master Xue Xiang was slanted. However, the bowl was very powerful. Although this sword cut the broken bowl into two pieces, it also made the tiger's mouth hurt. The wives shouted and took a step back. Then, like a juggler in the world, they threw the broken bowls one after another, as if endless. I don't know how he could hold such many in a piece of patched garment.

Master Xue Xiang danced with a long sword that was not airtight, and he swept all the attacking Breaking Bowl. However, among the believers, some of them had a very shallow cultivation. They shot down a few of the teeth of the Breaking Bowl and shouted loudly. After the bowl was thrown away, the bamboo crutches were swept three times on the ground with crutches and yelled. Suddenly, many people holding crossbows jumped out of the grass, with different costumes, but they were disciples of Emei, Diancang, Huangshan and other sects. Some gangs that were not famous were like the Giant Whale Gang, and the Yellow River Gang also arrived a lot.

A rain of arrows shot, and many Shadow Sacrificeists fell to the ground by arrows. Several sprites jumped down from the top of the tree, and were carrying several sacks on their backs, but they were from the Beggars' Sect. The Beggars' Sect is the largest gang in the martial arts world. Judging from the number of sacks on their backs, the more sacks there are, the more respectful they are. Li Yijie thought to himself: "I wonder when they were here? We didn't know anything before." It was caused by the huge difference in skills, so he couldn't help but secretly complain of shame.

An elder of Eight Bags shouted, "Everyone comes up together and splits these thieves into pieces!" Master Xue Xiang said coldly, "You have many people, so you want to rely on more to win, right? It turns out that this is what I do when I call you an orthodox religion, wouldn't it be that I can make people feel cold?"

A female disciple of the Emei Sect spat and said, "You demons of the Demon Sect, don't have to talk about morality." He pinched a sword technique with his left hand and was about to stab him in his right hand. When the sword was about to be stabbed out, a young man in a white shirt and a sick face rushed forward a few steps and waved his arms to meet him. Wen Zhengwu, Yi Zhengxiong, and Lu Qian were all shocked and recognized that he was Tan Lin, the eldest disciple of Kunlun Sect who did not know about life and death. He saw him bowing to the righteous heroes and bowing to him, "I should have been saved by everyone. I should have been grateful for my kindness, but the demon demon of the Demon Sect hurts me, Kunlun dozens of lives. I just hope to get back this blood debt for my master's sect with my own hands. I hope I will forgive you if I offend you."

The Emei disciple said hesitantly: "It's just Young Master Tan, you are still injured..."
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