Hearing the words of the middle-aged people, ye Guanlong and others are all in their hearts. Recently, more than a month ago, friars have been born in the sky, even ordinary people know it, let alone them.
These monks have no king's law. They don't care about the restriction of the secular law at all. They want to act according to their own will.
Yang Mi and Ni Ni Ni Er Nu want to stand up and talk, but they are held by he Jiong and Huang Lei, and give them a look and tell them not to be impulsive.
"This is not something that ordinary people can get involved in. Even the guard of Longmen has been removed. What can we do?" Huang Lei pressed down his voice and whispered.
Yang Mi and Ni Ni Ni Er Nu, smell speech, face a dark, can only indignantly stay in place.
"I repeat, my teacher is not a warrior, he is an immortal. Don't be arrogant. If you wait for an inch, you will die once my teacher returns."
Ye Guanlong took a deep breath to stabilize the tumbling Qi and blood in his body, and gritted his teeth to warn him.
"Oh, we are so afraid! You dare to threaten the immortal master, and you are looking for death. However, for the sake of you not doing evil, we will not kill all of you. If Ma Liu hands over the prescription in our hand, we will leave naturally and will not embarrass you. "
The middle-aged man didn't speak, but a young man standing next to him jumped out and threatened.
Instead of stopping it, the middle-aged man nodded in agreement.
"You don't want to be shameless. It's shameless for you to invite friars in order to steal. And you, a monk, as a man of practice, would be willing to be asked by ordinary people. It's not shameful. "
Gu Nantian beside Ye Guanlong is jealous of evil as a foe and cannot help but curse.
"Bang! Click
Hearing this, the middle-aged man was livid and blue. Without saying a word, he pointed out to Gu Nan Tian, and Gu Nan Tian flew back and forth in response to the sound. His chest bones collapsed and his breath was weak. Obviously, he was seriously injured.
"I do things that ordinary people like you can understand. You hold a prescription and don't make it known to the public. Instead, it's not the son of man who makes a profit."
After the middle-aged man injured Gu Nantian, on the contrary, his face was scornful, his words were eloquent, and his face was full of meaning.
"You It's just rhetorical Ye Guanlong was shivering, but he had nothing to do.
Recently, in Yunmeng village, it is said that there is a Dixian hidden in secret. Countless martial arts practitioners flock to Yunmeng village. Originally, he was worried about the safety of Longmen.
Although the Wuxian in the village didn't know what happened to those who were waiting for it.
However, today, a group of immortal practitioners came to the door, forcing themselves and others to hand over the prescription for curing cancer in their hands.
Originally wanted to use the name of Chu Xuan to suppress, want them to dare not act rashly, who knows, these people do not care at all, did not say a word, came up to start.
"A big fist is reason." The middle-aged man with a long sword looks like a fairyland, but his words are not flattering.
"When I count to three, if I dare to stand up again, I will have to fight you for the well-being of people in the world." The middle-aged man's face was cold and his eyes were full of opportunities. He said, "one 2 3... "
Every count of middle-aged people, will be able to drag the ending, give people a kind of inexplicable pressure, at the same time, the momentum of the body is also slowly exposed, no cover up.
The group of monks behind him were all ready to move.
All the people in Longmen were oppressed and wanted to kneel down to the ground.
The ordinary people watching the war from afar all retreated together.