Chapter 572

Lin Beichen looks at Wang Zhongyi.

You son of a bitch, are you leading the wrong way.

I'm looking for the Archbishop of the moon.

I'm not here to fight for a just cause.

Why do you hear such villains full of dog blood.

"Ladies and gentlemen, stop."

I don't know where the four men jumped out, wearing robes similar to those of priests. They almost wrote the words "dragon suit a", "dragon suit B", "dragon suit C" and "dragon suit D" on their faces. They reached out and stopped Lin Beichen.

One of them said with no expression: "this young master, in front of him is the flower self pity chief priest. He is dealing with the internal affairs of the temple and is not open to the outside world. Please detour."

The words were polite.

Lin Beichen looked at several people curiously and said, "Why are you wearing the temple uniform?"

The man who spoke before flashed a trace of impatience between his brows and said, "the four of us are the priests of Chaohui temple. Naturally, we are wearing the temple uniform."

Lin Beichen was angry on the spot.

"No way."

He said in a loud voice: "the temple under the crown of the Lord of the sword is full of priestesses. When can a man like you be a priest?"

Lin Da Shao is familiar with Shinto classics.

He can be 100% sure that there should be no male priests in the temple of Zhaohui.

Of course, under normal circumstances, he doesn't care about such nonsense.

But the problem is that Lin has always thought that he is a unique existence. He is the only handsome and strong male wolf who mingles with the female wolf group. He is always complacent and proud of it.

I can do what other men can't do.

This is one of the sources of his pride.

As a result, four smelly men jumped out and said that they were also Temple priests?

Absolutely not.

The man who spoke before was already glowing with impatience in his eyes. However, at the thought of his son's advice, he forced himself to hold back and his face was not good. He impolitely explained: "the new leader of Chaohui sect has got rid of the disadvantages of the temple in the past, worked hard and allowed men to join the temple and become priests, so..."

"Let the hell go."

Lin Beichen was furious and scolded: "who let him reform, have you asked me?"

The four men looked at each other.

Damn it.

It's brain damage.

The man is not a kind person. At this time, his face is angry, and he can't help it any more.

Lin Beichen is more angry and impatient than he is. He grabs his shoulder directly and shakes it hard. He says, "come on, admit it quickly. You four are fake."

He gritted his teeth.

Click!

A crisp sound.

The angry look on the man's face solidified and gradually turned into panic.

His cervical vertebra was shaken by this little white face.

"Er... Sorry, I'm impulsive."

Lin Beichen quickly released his hands.

"I'm pretty... You're my mother."

The man's face was terrified and muddled and resentful. His mouth and nose sprayed blood foam and fell down softly.

He died as if he didn't believe he was the leader of the group of four

The first half chapter of a line shows a box lunch like expression of surprise and anger.

When the three men saw it, they suddenly got angry and drew out their swords. The light of the swords flashed and stabbed Lin Beichen.

Lin Beichen is just about to dodge

"Protect your son."

Qianqian's eyes are shining with excitement. On her bright and gorgeous face, a heavy Internet addict emerges. Finally, she sees the computer connected to the Internet and swishes away from Lin Beichen.

Bang!

One punch hit a man on the nose.

"Ah..."

The man screamed, broke his nose, flew upside down and hit a rock.

Bang bang!

Qianqian's two punches in a row.

The remaining two men also flew out.

Lin Beichen: ⊙ ﹏ ⊙?

It's too violent.

"Qianqian, you give me..."

He was a little angry then.

Just now, I was so excited that I accidentally broke someone's head with great effort. I can be excused. I can't be critical. After all, it's not subjective intention.

But you little maid, you're just making use of the excuse.

It's brutal.

We must teach a good lesson.

"Young master..."

Qianqian:???????????!

Her little face suddenly collapsed. Like a little white cat who made a mistake, she slowly turned her head and looked at Lin Dashao anxiously, trying to be cute

Lin Beichen is about to teach a good lesson.

But just then——

"Ha ha, Wangyue, you eat these two barrels of dung by yourself, but I'll feed you."

Before that, the voice of Yin measurement of cold poison came again along the wind.

Lin Beichen was stunned.

He looks at Wang Zhong.

There was an old housekeeper with the word "loyalty" in his name. He nodded hard and gave a look full of affirmation.

I love you!

Archbishop Wangyue has been bullied!

Lin Beichen immediately ran down like a rabbit who had been trampled on the tail.

"Qianqian, well done, fight me to death."

Lin Dashao's voice came from the air.

Qianqian: Yes.

"Got it."

Her eyes were shining.

The next moment, below already came Lin Beichen's angry roar.

"You bastards, how do you want to die?"

Several people were surprised.

All of a sudden, they rushed down.

……

……

The Archbishop of the moon stood by the stone steps.

Her body was full of whiplash marks.

The whip with fine steel spines left shocking bloodstains on the body. The black robe was broken, and the white bones under the skin and flesh could be seen

Blood, in her feet into a hollow.

Lin Beichen couldn't understand what kind of spirit it was that made the old man, who had no power fluctuation, suffer such a serious injury

He still stood on the stone steps like a javelin.

Just like he can't understand what kind of cruel and abnormal people are, who will use this bloody means to torture a respected old man.

"Granny."

Lin Beichen painfully held the Archbishop of Wangyue, a wisp of Xuanqi entered his body and said: "sorry, I'm late."

Looking at Lin Beichen, the Archbishop of the moon looked at Lin Beichen with a kind smile in his eyes. He said, "you shouldn't come, son."

Lin Beichen took out a Liuwei shenhuang pill, supported her and sat down, saying, "grandma, I'll take care of the next thing."

Looking at the moon Archbishop wants to say and stop, finally did not stop Lin Beichen.

Now that the child has come here, it's too late to let him go.

Then we have to leave everything to God.

"Boy, who are you?"

Chen Jin's eyes were gloomy, and she looked at Lin Beichen suspiciously: "how dare you meddle in the affairs of our temple..."

Just now, Lin Beichen showed his strength when he flew and shot, which made him a little afraid.

But the voice did not fall.

"I'm your father."

Lin Beichen's eyes burst with murder, and his body moved. In an instant, he came to Chen Jin's body.

Chen Jin only felt her wrist sink.

Fine steel barbed whip, has fallen in the hands of Lin Beichen.

Pop.

There was a crackling sound.

Chen Jin only feels light.

However, a sharp pain came from the left leg.

When he looked down, he could not help but look frightened.

"Ah, i... ah..."

Half of his leg was almost cut off by this whip.

The skin and flesh split, as if cut by a blunt knife, the bone was broken, only a little white tendon, connected with a half leg, not broken.

"Ah..."

He screamed subconsciously and fell back.

The priestess Hua felt sorry for herself, but she looked at Lin Beichen as if she had seen a ghost. She screamed: "you... You are Lin Beichen... You are the evil god..."

As the middle level of the temple, she knew Lin Beichen.

At the same time, I also know that this young man with a beautiful face like a God has the means and horror like an evil spirit.

Great horror and fear drowned her.

"You have a share in bullying my mother-in-law, bitch."

In Lin Beichen's eyes, the fierce awn is exposed, and his wrist shakes.

There was a look of horror in the eyes of the priestess. She turned around and tried to escape. But she was entangled by the barbed steel whip and was thrown out involuntarily. She turned at 1080 degrees in the air and then somersaulted 360 degrees. With a plop, she fell heavily into the nearby dung bucket.

The spray into the water is well pressed.

Absolute Olympic gold medal level.

There is no splash of even a little bit of dark brown stench liquid.

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