Chapter 115

Su Qinghuan didn't expect that she was dressed so gray. Unexpectedly, the pig head leader could see that she was a beauty.

Just as she was ready to take action, system 233 sounded coolly.

"Host, you are less narcissistic. You don't see people's eyes stained with glue. Your vision has been following master Zhan Chen."

“……”

Su Qinghuan suddenly felt a chill.

She doesn't look down on men who like men. As long as she is really in love, she will bless them. But this fat leader, with his lustful eyes, will anyone feel like vomiting?

……

The pig head leader with salivation on his face stared at the monk in white. He just felt that he had never seen such a beautiful person in his life. His saliva was about to flow down!

"Beauty master, come with me? My grandson is sure that you will be popular and spicy in the future. What's the meaning of being vegetarian every day in a broken temple? Hey, hey, return to the common customs and follow me. You'll be happy like an immortal in the future!..."

Even though he knew that the man was not aiming at himself, Su Qinghuan was still uncomfortable with goose bumps.

The little fox's pupils narrowed and sat a little closer to master Zhan Chen silently.

——She has all kinds of poison powder in her hand. As long as she is not a first-class expert in Wulin, she can protect the white monk.

However, the little fox glanced at the cold monk next to him, but saw that he lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and his fingers just put the Buddha beads attentively. It seemed that the foul words of these people didn't let him hear them.

"Tong'er, is master Zhan Chen too worried? He's not afraid of being kidnapped by a man, and then..."

Su Qinghuan was so cold that he couldn't go on.

"Host, what do you know? It's called the monk's concentration. You can learn some when facing danger."

"... I don't want it."

In Su Qinghuan's life dogma, whoever bullies her must bully her back. Pretending to be a gentleman is the most boring.

……

Seeing that the white monk ignored himself, the fat leader was angry and could not bear to easily destroy the beauty, so he spilled all his anger on Su Qinghuan's head.

"Little beggar! What are you doing so close to the beauty master? Get away from the labor and capital and save you a cheap life!"

With that, the fat pig immediately took out his sword and laid a bloody sword in front of Su Qinghuan.

……

Su Qinghuan was not frightened, but she was stunned when she saw the sign on the bloody sword.

"Eh, are you from the demon sect?"

Because she saw the red lotus pattern on the hilt of the sword held by the head pig brain leader!

As we all know, red lotus is the holy thing of Tianmo sect.

Moreover, the people of the demon sect, many weapons and daily necessities, will specially engrave the patterns of red lotus, for fear that others will not know that they are the same as those of the Tianmo sect!

……

Seeing Su Qinghuan stunned, the fat leader thought she was afraid.

He gave a proud snort.

"I didn't expect you, a little beggar, to have this insight. Are you afraid? Get out of here, or I'll kill you!"

"Well, come on."

Su Qinghuan smiled as if she were provoking.

Several Tianmo cult bastards present were immediately mad, and the leader was even more angry on the spot.

"Beggar, you want to die!"

When Su Qinghuan spoke to these people, he had added some materials to the campfire. They would soon lose everything inside, which was worse than ordinary people.

However, this level of poison doesn't work for super first-class experts and people like Su Qinghuan.

……

The men in black were angry and pointed their swords one after another. Su Qinghuan counted one, two or three and was smiling to see them fall. As a result, the monk beside her moved.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful."

As soon as the Buddhist horn came out, a jade flute appeared in the monk's hand. I don't know how fast it was to kill those people with a move that was too fast to cover their ears!

The men in black almost stared in peace. Before they knew what had happened, they fell down one by one without even spilling a drop of blood.

……

Su Qinghuan stared in amazement.

"How handsome..."

Fog grass, master Zhan Chen looks so worldly, but his martial arts are so good?

……

"Benefactor Qinghuan, you are so handsome. What do you mean?"

The five white monks who had just solved the problem turned around in some confusion

The jade flute in his hand is horizontal and oblique, which makes the man look like a jade tree facing the wind, and he is as handsome as a relegated immortal.

Su Qinghuan coughed twice.

"It means praising your martial arts, but master Zhan Chen, can a monk like you kill people?"

"I never kill."

？？？

Su Qinghuan stared in amazement. She was not blind just now. These five people can't be killed by her powder.

"Those who have just been killed are not human beings, but livestock - raw animals."

The monk in white has compassionate and kind eyebrows. He smiled faintly and sat down cross legged. His gorgeous and indifferent face makes people want to worship more than the gods on the murals.

"Benefactor Qinghuan, would you like to read the curse of passing away with me? Although it's a group of animals, it should be passed."

“……”

Su Qinghuan was speechless.

——Master, when you curse, why do you still give people a sense of holiness without dirty words?

Seeing that the little fox didn't answer, the monk in white just smiled and soon began to turn the Buddha beads and recite the scriptures of past life.

"Nanwu Amitabha night..."

……

Su Qinghuan listened to each other's Buddhist language with closed eyes and concentration. Suddenly, she found that she didn't know enough about the white monk in front of her.

She originally thought that Zhan Chen was called the most intelligent Buddhist disciple in a hundred years, just because he had affinity with the Buddha and profound Buddhism. Now it seems that it is also related to this high force value.

"Tong'er, I suddenly wonder how Zhan Chen's martial arts compare with the original master's eldest martial Brother Yun Miao and the demon sect leader?"

"Host, you'll know right away."

？？？

Su Qinghuan was stunned. She thought that when the system talked about the Jiangnan Wulin conference, Zhan Chen would stand on her side.

Unexpectedly, there was a burst of laughter in front of him.

"Wonderful! Unexpectedly, Zhan Chen, the most famous disciple in the Sanskrit temple, is such a murderous figure."

"It's... Interesting."

"Who?!"

Su Qinghuan was shocked and looked up. He didn't know when a magnificent figure had stood in front of the broken temple.

It was a man in a red robe, with a folding fan in his hand and half of his face covered with a golden mask, but it was not difficult to imagine how delicate and strange his facial features were from his exposed eyes and jaw.

Su Qinghuan was shocked all over, and a resentment belonging to the original owner hit her, almost making her reason out of control.

"Are you the leader of demon sect?"