Anti-invasion of the heavens: water drops hit the face at the beginning

Chapter 32 The Suspicion Formation

Liu Hansheng was hurrying to urge the gang to tidy up the yard quickly so that they could entertain the two adults properly again when they came back.

In fact, there was no need to rush in such a hurry, but his original intention was to let the adults of the Sun and Moon God Sect see his enthusiasm and eagerness, so he looked like he was in full swing.

At this moment, a dirty figure walked in.

Liu Hansheng almost didn't recognize it, but when he took a closer look, he realized it was Huang Xiangde, and he became furious.

"Huang Xiangde! What happened to you today? Get out of here and clean yourself up. No, get out of here and don't come back within three days! If you end up staining the eyes of the Sun Moon God Sect later,

, I shaved my fucking head off!"

"Don't worry, those two adults from the Sun and Moon God Sect can't see anything now."

A young voice came from outside the door. It wasn't until Huang Xiangde crawled away from the door for more than twenty steps that he crossed the threshold and walked in.

When Liu Hansheng heard this, his head almost exploded. He was afraid that the words would be heard by the two elders who had just rushed back. While looking behind him, he said angrily: "Young man, how dare you arrange your grandfather's grandfather?"

, Don’t want to live anymore?! Whose junior are you? Tell me quickly. If you can’t tell me how ugly you are, I will pull out your tongue!”

Chen Guang smiled and cupped his hands and said: "I am a junior from Huashan, my name is Chen Guang. I am here today to pay my respects to the pier. I would like to ask the leader to give me some advice."

Liu Hansheng's expression did not change, he knelt on the ground with a bang, and said with a serious expression: "It turns out to be Chen Guang and Chen Shaoxia. I hope you can forgive me for my blindness. There were two monsters from the Demon Cult looking for you before, but I couldn't stop you."

, but I knew that the young hero would definitely be safe and sound, so I am here to wait for you. Please excuse me, young hero, so I can give you two cents and come in to talk."

As he said that, he knelt on the ground and made a gesture of invitation.

Huang Xiangde on the side was dumbfounded. No wonder he was the gang leader and he was just a thug. He was really convinced.

Even Chen Guang was left speechless by him.

At this time, the cold sweat on Liu Hansheng's forehead slowly seeped out, but his face still had a normal expression, and it was impossible to see the arrogant look he had just a few breaths ago.

Damn it, those two elders of the Sun Moon God Sect just now seemed to be looking for this Chen Guang, right?

Looking at Huang Xiangde's virtue, it's easy to say that he was peeing like shit. Looking at Chen Guang, even his clothes were not dirty. It was obvious that it didn't take much effort to kill the two elders of the Sun and Moon God Sect. Did he still have to fight for the Sun and Moon God Sect?

Will he die? Of course he will kneel down neatly.

"Okay, let's go in and tell you to get up."

With that said, Chen Guang walked into the chief hall of the Changhe Gang as if he were visiting his own home.

He came here not entirely to cause trouble for the Changhe Gang, but because he thought that his martial arts gym had been opened and it was time to promote it. With so many geniuses recruiting a few students, could it be possible to teach them for ten years and then let them flourish everywhere?

?

Isn't that similar to what Wang Chongyang did?

But the Quanzhen Sect fell apart within a few years, and a group of disciples split into the Five Mountains Sword Sect. This shows that this model is not feasible for the goal of inheriting martial arts.

So the stall still needs to be bigger.

More than a month later

The ordinary traders in Yangzhou City suddenly discovered that for some reason the premium collected by the Changhe Gang had dropped to less than 10% of the original value. They were very happy and did not care about the reason.

And the story of Bai Jian and Chen Guang opening a martial arts school in Yangzhou City and recruiting many disciples gradually spread in the world.

It's just that the radiation range is not wide, it is limited to Yangzhou, and beyond that it only relies on Bai Jian's own reputation. It is still a topic in Fuzhou, but it cannot spread further.

But some thoughtful people thousands of miles away still heard about it.

Songshan.

After hearing the report from the disciples in the hall, Zuo Lengchan stood up and slapped the table. The table was instantly torn into pieces, and the fragments were faintly cold.

He stood in the hall with his hands behind his hands, a gloomy face, and said in a solemn tone: "This Chen Guang finally showed up! He is indeed not in Huashan. He probably knows that the old fox Yue Buqun can't protect him, so he is quite clever."

Fei Bin, who was covered in purple robes and holding a thin sword in his arms, took a step forward. His expression was full of irrepressible resentment, and he spoke loudly in a sharp voice.

"Master! This Chen Guang has killed the thirteen Taibao of Songshan to pieces, and now only Fei Bin is left. This hatred is as high as the mountains and as deep as the sea. If you don't repay the oath, you won't be worthy! Please order the master to let Bin lead thirty evil spirits on your behalf."

Disciple, go and kill this thief!"

Zuo Lengchan was about to agree, but he heard the Songshan disciple who came to report looked troubled, and opened his mouth to say: "Master, we also heard a rumor, but this matter is really exaggerated, I don't know whether it is true or not, I'm afraid it's a demon

Teach anecdotes and dispel doubts."

Zuo Lengchan waved his hand and said, "Whether it is a plan by the demon sect or not, I can decide for myself. You can tell me."

The Songshan disciple bowed his hands and said: "Yes, it is said that not long ago, two elders of the Demon Sect went to Yangzhou to do business, but now they don't know whether they are alive or dead. Later, the Demon Sect sent dozens of experts to Yangzhou City to investigate, but they still never returned.

,at last……"

He hesitated to say anything. Zuo Lengchan frowned and said, "Do you still want me to rush you? Tell me quickly."

The Songshan disciple said in fear: "Yes! In the end, Shangguan Yun, the leader of the White Tiger Hall of the Demon Sect, went to Yangzhou City with one hundred and seventy-six followers, and was...slaughtered to death by one person outside the city. He survived.

There are only a few."

Zuo Lengchan blurted out: "Absurd!"

Then he walked around and thought deeply: "Could it be that the Demon Cult went crazy and wanted to attack Yangzhou City, but was later killed by the officers and soldiers, so they spread such rumors to cover up the public? But what's the point of this? To cover up the fact of the rebellion? But how could this be concealed?

You can live in it..."

He thought about it and couldn't figure out what the demon sect's intention was in releasing this rumor.

Could it be... Zuo Lengchan's expression condensed.

Could it be that the Demon Cult wanted to cover up the traces of the White Tiger Hall? They claimed to the outside world that they had been massacred, but in fact they secretly crossed Chencang and went straight to the real target they wanted to attack?

Where is it? Shaolin, Wudang... or me, Songshan Mountain?

Just as Zuo Lengchan was thinking, Fei Bin's expression in the hall changed. He stepped forward, grabbed the Songshan disciple's shoulders, and asked sternly: "Let me ask you, who is the person who is rumored to have killed the White Tiger Hall of the Sanmo Sect?

What does it look like?”

The Songshan disciple who was caught by him only felt severe pain in his shoulder blades, but recently, Senior Brother Fei Bin was too scary, and he did not dare to shout out, so he could only suffer the pain and said: "I just... I only know that he used a handle as white as jade.

I heard about the magic weapon from the so-called survivor, and the other junior fellow apprentices don’t know anything about it!”

"White sword..." Fei Bin's face turned pale, and the net-like white sword shadow that day appeared in his mind again.

Zuo Lengchan also fell silent when he heard this.

For a long time, no one in the hall made a sound.

Until the afterglow of the setting sun dissipated, Fei Bin did not lead any evil-warming disciples down the mountain.

(End of chapter)