Chapter 632 The Strong of the Previous Era

The night was as cold as water.

A breeze.

At this time, there were dozens of Siam kingdom cultivators who had the advantage of the main field. They were blowing the night wind and their hearts were cold and clammy. They were as low as a little quail and didn't dare to look up at Fang Zheng who was standing opposite them.

Even the stifling heat of the equatorial night could not shake the chill in their hearts.

The surrendering masters lived in fear of being dominated by Fang Zheng.

Wrong.

It was Ghost bride who controlled the terror.

On the ground beside them lay three unconscious people.

Two men and one woman.

They were the "Dare" of the four ghosts.

Laila, a master of thai boxing with bruises all over his face and nose.

And Miss Haina, a ragged thai sword master who was pulled out of the ruins.

Hannah's clothes were neatly shredded, and they were all cut by Fang Zheng's knife. But at this time, Hannah, with a dusty face and a dusty body, could no longer see the original color of his skin, so there was no gorgeous scene where his skin had gone bald.

It turned out that "Dare" was not dead, but three human faces were connected to him, and he was ultimately severely injured.

"You don't have to be nervous. I'm actually a good person." Fang Zheng saw that these people were a little nervous. Under his helmet, he made a dull voice and tried to be kind.

I believe you, you devil.

I didn't know that I was just pretending to be hurt and running away to play us.

All the cultivators in Xianluo did not believe that fang was a good person, and among these people, there were seven or eight new faces.

It was the other Xianluo cultivators who stayed at the temple ruins. When they heard that Fang Zheng had been fighting with Laila and Hannah, and saw that his companions had not returned, they came to check the situation and were captured by Fang Zheng.

Moreover, they came right away. These Head teacher gifts were very hospitable, and each of them insisted on giving Fang Zheng a wisp of soul.

"I'm really a good person." When Fang Zheng saw the dozens of people in front of him, he didn't believe his expression and continued to defend himself, but he looked so powerless.

Fang Zheng saw that no matter how he explained it, the people opposite him would not believe it, so he simply stopped explaining, "Time is limited. Let me make a long story short. I am not an accomplice to the shrine behind the The fragrance of a corpse's heart. On the contrary, I am here to help you. We all have a common enemy, and that is the people behind the The fragrance of a corpse's heart and chan."

"The enemy of the enemy is a friend. From now on, we are all friends."

Fang Zheng didn't communicate in english this time.

Not everyone in Xianluo knows english, so he still has to translate the app to communicate, translate the app voice and play out the Xianluo language.

Although the grammar was full of loopholes and it sounded awkward, Fang Zheng's words were not complicated and these people could barely understand what Fang Zheng was trying to say.

"But!" Fang Zheng paused.

"I suspect that one of you, Head teacher, is in contact with the people behind the The fragrance of a corpse's heart. That is to say, some of us are traitors. Some of us want to destroy the trust and friendship between friends. Can we tolerate that?"

There was no sound.

A group of Xianluo cultivators looked at Fang Zheng in a daze. They had never seen such a brazen person.

He hit us and forced us to be friends!

This is clearly a fight to become a friend!

"So, in order to prove your innocence, each and every one of you will use another curse on me. You can rest assured that I have a way to tell who is the fake friend who stabbed in the back and who is the truly trustworthy friend. Once it is proved to be one of you, you can leave. I won't make it difficult for him."

"You don't have to worry about my safety... Give the flowers to others and leave the thorns for yourself to swallow, because I'm really a good person."

Fang Zheng's impassioned speech produced a famous philosophical quote from "Valdez."

The Xianluo cultivators were stunned when they heard it. When they realized it, they were completely moved, "Yes, I'm sorry. We misunderstood you. You are indeed a true friend."

"Leave the formalities for later... Time is limited. You will cast a curse on me first and let me see who is a true friend and who is a traitor." Fang Zheng looked up at the direction of Baifo temple. Time had been delayed, and he was worried that the holy monk Long Poshu, whom Kunpan had mentioned, would return halfway.

So in the next moment,

Ordinary spirit from Head teacher + 44.

Ordinary spirit from Head teacher + 44.

...

Fang Zheng brushed Head teacher five waves in a row, and his spirit was getting less and less every time, until in the end, when only thirty strands of spirit were cut, Fang Zheng was finally convinced that the wool on Head teacher's body had almost been removed by him.

Fang Zheng had enough.

No more forced digging.

The props of the curse were gone, and if they went down, they would kill Head teacher.

Now that they didn't kill Head teacher, they would be grateful to each other. If it was a matter of life, I don't know what would happen!

Don't die at once before we meet again.

"Well, after we prove our innocence, we can confirm that there are no traitors among you. From now on, we will all be our own people." A friend walks with him all his life, who gets rid of him first and who is the dog first. Fang Zheng's deception moved these Xianluo cultivators once more.

It was not that no one was unaware of the loopholes in Fang Zheng's words.

However, who would be full and let people curse?

For example, who would take the initiative to find a ghost to kill?

Except for Fang Zheng!

It was under these circumstances that these Xianluo cultivators had their doubts, but they could not find any flaws in Fang Zheng, so they all believed Fang Zheng's words.

Then Fang Zheng waved and let them go.

"Are you really willing to let us go?" Kunpan felt like he was in a dream, a little unreal, and confirmed it over and over again.

Of course, Fang Zheng was serious. He was ready to leave. He stayed for a long time, and the holy monk Long Poshu could come back anytime.

The strength of the holy monk Long Poshu always gave him a profound feeling.

Finally confirming that fang was really going to let them go, the Xianluo cultivators were overjoyed and hurried to leave one by one. During this time, Kunpan did not forget to take the initiative to carry the three unconscious people on his back.

Kunpan left Hannah and ran away before, trying to make up for it.

But just then!

The chanting of the buddhist sutra was deafening. At the same time, there was a flash of golden light in the sky, and a giant golden buddha about three or four feet tall was seen. He raised his arm and pressed heavily against the ground below.

Boom!

The momentum was so great that even though they were far apart, Fang Zheng could still feel a tremor from the hotel building under his feet, shaking like an earthquake. One could imagine how strong the golden buddha was.

The sudden change in this scene was like the arrival of a true buddha, which made the master of Xianluo on the rooftop dumbfounded, followed by fanaticism and worship.

The gods and buddhas have come to life!

Fang Zheng's eyes froze.

That direction... Is Baifo temple!

As soon as the golden buddha appeared in the void, it immediately collapsed and disappeared. Everything happened in an instant. At the same time, a tired old woman's voice came from the direction of Baifo temple.

"We are all from the previous era. We both know that every time we mobilize our strength, we are wasting the foundation and life we have accumulated in the past... Are you really not afraid of death if you work so hard?"

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