Backyard of Huichuntang.

The heat of the first meeting has passed.

Now the participating disciples of the hidden sects have returned to their daily cultivation state.

Dispensing, practicing, discussing and so on, just wait for the arrival of the medical saint competition.

It's just that the peaceful days are broken today.

Murakami, as the leader of this operation.

After finding Lin Mo's temporary residence, his subordinates rushed directly to the backyard.

At this time, several people in the yard were still busy with what they had at hand.

Seeing a group of strangers suddenly arrived, several of them stood up.

"who are you?"

"This is a resting place exclusively for the Yinzong, and outsiders are forbidden to enter."

Murakami was originally a grumpy and impulsive person.

Upon hearing the cold voices of these people on the opposite side, their petty tempers rushed upwards.

Just as he was about to do it, the men beside him grabbed him.

"Brother, these people are all hidden disciples.

If they are moved, the consequences will be serious. "

Upon hearing this, Murakami felt reasonable and suppressed his anger.

"We came today mainly to find Lin Mo.

I hope you don't make trouble for yourself. "

They are all young people, and their anger is already strong.

Upon hearing the threat from Murakami, the disciples of the Hidden Sect also looked good in an instant.

"Trouble?

I grew up so big, for the first time someone was so arrogant in front of me.

Go away, you are not welcome here. "

Murakino clenched his fists and asked in a cold tone.

"It seems that several friends don't plan to give me face-to-face?"

Just as his voice fell.

Opposite Qingfeng Mountain disciple Dusi, one step directly rushed to the front.

"I will give you grandma."

As he said, he slammed Murakino's cheek with a punch.

Being caught off guard, plus the opponent's skill is not bad.

Murakami received the punch firmly.

"Boss, boss."

"Boss, you have nothing to do."

Raise your palm.

Murakami licked the blood on the corner of his mouth first.

After feeling the faint smell of blood, his expression became crazy.

"Hahaha, great.

Brothers do it for me.

What happened? I, Murakami, alone will be responsible. "

Following his order.

This group of juveniles from the violent race rushed forward.

At this time, they don't care about the other party's hidden sect.

Let's talk about it.

However, on the side of the disciples of the hidden sect, there are only about 20 people who are full.

In addition, there are some people who have made achievements in martial arts, and it is less than half.

In the face of the beating of nearly a hundred people, he fell into a disadvantage in an instant.

Know that we are outnumbered.

The Duan yelled.

"Little monk, come to help."

As soon as the voice fell, the door opened.

A young novice monk walked out of the bungalow.

And the people who have been on top of the Gozoo clan, no matter who the other party is.

It’s just that you’re not your own, don’t talk nonsense, just rushing forward is a fat beating.

"Amitabha..."

Still waiting for the little novice monk to pronounce the word'Buddha', the fists of several people had already greeted him on his face.

There is wind under your feet.

The whole figure of the little novice monk was like a ghost, fluttering back.

One shot missed.

Everyone from the Ramazou tribe once again gathered around.

However, no matter how they attacked, the little monk in front of him was like a loach.

Several people couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

Even so, the other hidden disciples who were struggling to support them suddenly became anxious.

"Little monk, don't patronize and hide.

Beat him, cut them. "

However, the little novice monk evaded the attack, folded his hands together, and returned earnestly.

"Amitabha. Master warned poor monks.

I Buddhism people, practicing martial arts is only to strengthen the body, not to commit crimes. "

"Forehead..............."

This remark immediately made the hidden disciples ashamed.

Of course they also knew that although this little monk was white and tender, his mind was pure and kind.

But his personality is very strong, as long as it is something he believes, ten cows can't hold it.

So few people also gave up persuasion.

Duansi asked loudly instead.

"Where's Changlou, where's the big brother Changlou.

And Uncle Wu Xuan. "

Wu Xuan, the long building and Lin Mo bodyguard of Baicao Valley.

The combat effectiveness of these two people is the strongest existence among several people.

Now in this situation, there is no one to see them.

The insider replied.

"They went to the back mountain not long ago to learn from each other."

"Fuck, such a critical moment."

Duansi made a complaint, and then continued to repel the enemy who rushed in front of him. JrNovels.com