"It's time for a stick of incense, why is it that the hall master hasn't arrived yet?" Brother Xuan was a little nervous.
"Hall Master, shouldn't it be, isn't it coming?" Lin Siming was a little puzzled.
"Impossible, wait." Mei Lang said with a frown.
"It's time for a stick of incense. Since Lei Feng hasn't arrived yet, he is a scumbag!"
Holding the rod of ruling in his hand, Elder Zhou laughed loudly, laughing disdainfully.
Haha!
The disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall all burst into laughter, all feeling very ridiculous.
Even the disciples who were onlookers burst into laughter, full of mockery.
Deng Jiuling became the hall master from a handyman, and he also gained a firm foothold.
All of this, in the eyes of everyone, is just two words-"Luck!"
That's right, it's luck!
A lucky man is surprisingly good, comparable to the old brother Fool!
Brother Yu a hundred years ago, relying on, step by step luck.
Only then did he reach a high position and rank among the venerable.
The existence of Brother Yu is not only an inspirational legend for low-level disciples, but also a shame for high-level disciples.
It is precisely because of this reason.
The relationship between Brother Yu and many Tangkou is actually not very harmonious.
But even the Foolish Venerable, now he commanded Yizhitang, and there were not many disciples.
Yizhitang's one-finger magical skill requires high talents.
Not ordinary people, who can practice successfully.
This kind of talent is not a qualification.
But to meet all kinds of special and very demanding requirements.
In the eyes of all the Venerables, the Fool Venerable can practice one-finger magic.
That's also good luck, good luck with shit, and the physique just fits.
But the fool meets the requirements.
Many disciples do not meet.
and so!
Many new beginner disciples stayed in Yizhitang, after a period of time.
Seeing that you can't learn something, you will naturally choose to leave.
Over such a long period of time, the sage of the Fool's dignity, natural talents wither away, and there are not many disciples.
In other words, even the Fool Venerable wants to participate in the hegemony, but there is no such condition.
It is for this reason that although the Venerables are unhappy in their hearts.
But still can tolerate the existence of the Foolish Venerable.
But the problem is that a brother Yu has already appeared in Dalin Temple, and there is absolutely no way for a second one to appear.
And Deng Jiuling is the second fool!
and!
Deng Jiuling's personality is much stronger than that of Brother Yu back then!
and!
Deng Jiuling's power has increased a lot more than that of Brother Yu back then!
Under such circumstances, if Deng Jiuling is to rise again.
The power of the Hall of Life and Death, I am afraid it will increase again!
The Western Regions are so big, and there are so many sites.
If it is the hall of life and death, also come to fight.
Then, the other parties have vested interests.
I'm afraid there will be something wrong, or even cannibalized.
With such a result, no one is willing to see it happen!
"What shit life and death hall, this is a rubbish if I want to see it!"
The hall master Jiang, standing alone in the distance, couldn't help but sneer.
"Lei Feng, but so." Master Xiang said with a big laugh.
"Second, you can't say that. The incense stick is not over yet, and Lei Feng may be coming soon." Young Master Long said with a smile.
Having said that, no one can see the ridicule in Long Gongzi's eyes.
A stick of incense was almost burnt out, leaving only a little soot, nothing more.
In ten seconds at most, a stick of incense will end your life.
But at this moment, Deng Jiuling still did not appear!
"It's bad." As time went by, Mei Lang's heart began to sink.
Even the seventy-two hall master, sweating on his forehead, felt panic.
but!
At the end, a drop of soot is about to fall on the ground.
In the distance, suddenly appeared, a white-clothed Shengxue.
Photography with a long sword and a golden mask.
The difference in peace days is that today's Lei Feng is not wearing half of a golden mask.
It was a complete golden mask covering all the handsome faces.
Under the sun, the white-clothed boy looked very handsome and his eyes were unusually firm.
"Lei Feng is here."
"Yo, this kid, really dare to come!"
All the disciples who watched this scene were in an uproar and felt incredible.
"Lei Feng, if you step into the Fuhu Valley, you will definitely be killed by the Three Musketeers, and even the corpse will be eaten by the tiger."
Elder Zhou looked resentful and sneered, "I think you might as well kneel at the entrance of the valley and ask the Three Musketeers for forgiveness."
"In this way, although you are ashamed, you can save your life, Jiejie!"
Regarding Elder Zhou's words, the young man in white did not speak.
Instead, he turned around, faced Mei Lang, and nodded slightly.
Then, the white-clothed boy moved forward with his hand held down.
Step by step, step into the valley firmly.
"Military strategist, how do I feel that that person is a bit unlike the hall master?"
Third Brother Xuan lowered his voice and asked tentatively.
"Presumptuous!" Mei Lang, suddenly furious: "Don't talk nonsense!"
"But...According to the character of the hall master, he was humiliated by Elder Zhou just now, so he should speak and fight back," Brother Xuan asked tentatively.
This…
Hearing this, Mei Lang frowned, and his expression suddenly changed: "No, that person is not the hall master!"
what
As soon as these words came out, Sange Xuan and Lin Siming suddenly changed their expressions.
"Since it's not the hall master, who is it?" Lin Siming asked tentatively.
"I don't know about that." Mei Lang shook his head and said with a wry smile: "The hall master has disappeared for three days, and I don't know where he is."
"Now that someone can replace the hall master, this is also a good thing, at least it can stabilize the military spirit!"
Mei Lang said this in a very low voice.
Only Brother Xuan and Lin Siming could barely hear it.
It is also true that the shock in the hearts of the two of them is naturally unrelenting.
In fact, the two had long suspected that Deng Jiuling might have disappeared.
But the problem is that the two dare not say.
because!
Once said, the military spirit of the Life and Death Hall, I am afraid it will be in chaos!
Today's Hall of Life and Death is at a critical point.
Definitely not, anything goes wrong.
Otherwise, Deng Jiuling will spend a lot of hard work.
After all, the foundations laid down will be in vain.
No one wants to see such a result.
"This matter is kept secret for the time being, and no one can disclose it."
Mei Lang said solemnly: "The current plan is to take one step at a time. I hope the hall master can return soon!"
Ugh!
When the voice fell, Brother Xuan and Lin Siming could only nod their heads helplessly.
…
On the other side, the young man in white stepped into the Fuhu Valley and drew his long sword impressively.
In an instant, the bright cold light ignited the whole earth.
Even this grassland is beginning to condense ice.
In this scene, the tigers who watched, all looked back in awe.
But in a moment, the figure of the white-clothed boy had already reached the gate of Neigu.
Roar!
Accompanied by a black wind, the black robe old man rode on the black tiger and walked over with a jealous look.
"Lei Feng, you can be considered brave enough to come here alone. The old man admires it."
The black-robed old man laughed loudly, laughing disdainfully: "However, you'd better think clearly, once you step into the inner valley, you can only lie down and come out!"
"A few nonsense, let Zhou Feixue go first, otherwise everything is forbidden!" The white-clothed boy said coldly.
"Unless you step into the Neigu, everything is forbidden to talk about!" said the black robe old man, Jieyu.
"I took explosives today. If you don't let anyone go, I will blow up this place immediately and burn the jade with you three swordsmen!"
Wow!
Before speaking, there was already a wooden box in the hands of the white-clothed boy.
"You...!" In this scene, the black-robed old man who was watching was short and furious: "Shameless!"
Although the Three Musketeers are strong, if there is an explosion here, they will also suffer injuries.
The boy in white, with explosives, came here.
This is really beyond the imagination of the black-robed old man.
"Lei Feng, even if you use explosives, as long as one of the three swordsmen is immortal, then you will definitely die, huh!" The black robe old man said with a sneer.
"It doesn't matter." The white-clothed boy said lightly: "Anyway, once the explosive is detonated, the huge Fuhu Valley, and the tigers you have carefully trained for many years, will become nothingness."
"I think since the four seas are big, but want to create, the second Fuhu Valley, I am afraid it is not so easy."
Moreover, with your longevity, I am afraid that there is not so much time to create the second Fuhu Valley!
"Once the Fuhu Valley and the group of tigers are gone, your three tiger kings will almost be abandoned."
Hum!
As soon as these words were said, the face of the old man in black robes finally became ugly: "You...!"
I have to say the words of the boy in white.
Stabbing the black robe old man, the biggest pain point in his heart.
Back then, Venerable Fuhu once used the opportunity of being drunk to ruin the White Tiger King.
After the woman was defiled, both the black-robed old man and the red-robed old man wanted to avenge her.
But in the end, all three chose to give up.
because!
In the hearts of the three of them, the tigers in Fuhu Valley are as important as their lives.
The three of them all grew up drinking tiger milk and have lived among tiger groups since childhood.
Every tiger here is their relative!
Every plant and tree here is their home!
If it is Fuhu Valley, and the group of tigers are gone.
Their homes and relatives are gone!
As for the three tiger kings, they are also the patriarchs of the tiger group.
If the group of tigers is gone, the tiger king will be stimulated, the spirit will be frustrated, and the skill will decline.
When introduced, the strength of the Three Musketeers will also suffer a huge blow.
Tigers in Fuhu Valley are much more intelligent and powerful than tigers in the outer world, and they listen to the words of the Three Musketeers.
Even if there are tiger groups outside, it doesn't make any sense.
It will take decades to cultivate again.
The three swordsmen are all old.
They don't have any time or energy.
Re-training, a new group of tigers and tiger kings.
and so!
The words of the white-robed young man immediately hit, the black-robed old man's heart, the biggest weakness!
"Lei Feng, what are you special about... looking for death!" The black robe old man looked fierce.
"In short, as long as you release Zhou Feixue immediately, I will see the bomb thrown away and it won't be messy." The white-clothed boy said coldly.
"You...!" The black robe old man was furious.
However... Just when the atmosphere of the audience was tense to the extreme.
A coercive and old voice rolled out from the inner valley: "Old third, don't talk nonsense, promise him!"