After Yi Rong interrupted with a smile, Wang Li's anger was immediately held in his chest.

He looked at Li Jiangnan again, and no matter how he saw that this guy was a little white-faced person who could be trampled to death, he weighed for a moment in his heart, but in the end he restrained the violent murderous intent in his heart and did not intend to tear the disguise.

After all, he still couldn't see through Li Jiangnan's inner thoughts, and didn't know whether Li Jiangnan was an enemy or a foolish passerby.

"Brother Li, what's wrong with you?"

"And Brother Wang Zaitian, why do you two look so ugly?" Yi Rong found that the faces of the two brothers Wang were a little wrong at this time, and asked in a daze.

"Well, Brother Li is fine, by the way, Rongrong, where did you say just now?" Wang Li's face became very fast, and he immediately changed back to the image of a kind big brother. He is worthy of being a capable disciple of Bailian Temple and is very good at seducing prey.

"I just said, I just said..." Yi Rong always felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong, but she couldn't say what was wrong. She stammered for a while before saying, "You just talked about the cultural background of Hongxing Temple and different names from previous dynasties."

"I feel very interested, it sounds very historical, and I want to continue listening to you."

"Oh, yes, I just introduced you to different names from Hongxing Temple in all dynasties. Then, I will introduce to you the source of Hongxing Temple, which is the historical origin of Hongxing Temple..."

After Wang Li held his hands in his arms, he looked into the direction of the island in the middle of the lake. He was like a casual scholar, who was about to show his talent, but suddenly he was interrupted by a lukewarm voice.

"White Lotus Temple."

When Wang Li and Wang Zaitian heard the "White Lotus Temple", they felt as if they were suddenly stabbed by a needle, and their faces darkened. When they looked at Li Jiangnan, they once again showed a strong hostility.

She was still so confused when she looked at Li Jiangnan and asked, "What did you just say, Bailian Temple? Which temple is Bailian Temple? What we are talking about now is Hongxing Temple."

Li Jiangnan leaned against the guardrail and lowered his head and lit a cigarette: "You heard it right, what I'm talking about now is Hongxing Temple."

"To be precise, I'm telling you the origin of Hongxing Temple, which is the historical origin of Hongxing Temple."

"In fact, Hongxing Temple was probably the secret hall of an ancient sect called Bailian Temple, which was a thousand years ago."

"It's just that most outsiders don't know."

He said, looking up at the horizon, and spitting out a sip of smoke and clouds, "After thousands of years, it has been passed down from generation to generation. Whether it is Huoyun Temple or Hongxing Temple, the name does not matter. What matters is that the people in the temple have always belonged to Bailian Temple. Two brothers Wang, am I right to say that?"

Neither Wang Li nor Wang Zaitian spoke, one was sneering, and the other showed murderous intent.

At this time, the small ferry had already stopped in the middle of the lake, and the two boatmen who were driving the boat also came to the cabin. They looked cold and had a bad vision, and formed a siege with the two kings of the surname Li Jiangnan.

Yi Rong finally realized something was wrong. She was a little scared for no reason and didn't know what was going on. Both sides were just talking about the historical background of a temple. For some reason, it turned out like this. Even the air became nervous and solemn.

"Boss Boss, why did you stop the boat? Could it be that you don't like me and want to drive me off the boat?" Li Jiangnan still looked that way, calm and seemed to have not seen it at all. The Boss Boss had already touched one hand behind his waist.

"Hmph, slut."

The strong man named Wang Zaitian snorted coldly, then turned his head and said in the secret of Bailian Temple: "Senior brother, you can't hide it anymore. It's better to be more cheerful and kill this little white face."

Wang Li looked at Li Jiangnan with a sneer, and at the same time said in a secret language: "I'm a little curious, how can this little guy know so much?"

"No matter how you look at this guy, he is just a weak slag. He can kill him with one hand. But this slag seems to have a very temperament and is not afraid of anything, which makes people feel annoying."

Wang Zaitian said impatiently: "No matter what he is, just raise his sword and then kidnap the little girl, and everything will be over."

"Don't worry, I'll play with him again."

Wang Li said with a smile without a smile: "Brother Li, I heard you talk about it one by one, just like the white-faced scholar who is talking on the overpass. It's better to tell me who is the one with Brother Li and which way is it?"

"I remember that among the friends in the world who have friendship with Bailian Temple, there is no one who is a lover named Li Langjiang. Li Langjiang's name should be fake, right?"

It is not surprising that friends on the Tao often use pseudonyms to show people, so Wang Li had reason to suspect that he used pseudonyms.

Li Jiangnan said lightly: "I am from Jiangzhou and I don't come from any way. If you have any friendship with Bailian Temple, there is one."

"By the way, I never like to use fake names. My surname is Li, my name is Jiangnan, and my name is Liaojiang."

After hearing this, Wang Li and the other two changed their faces, and a chill broke out in their hearts at the same time, Li Jiangnan!

They never expected that the enemy would be narrow in the road, and the little white face they met casually turned out to be the big devil in the eyes of many disciples of Bailian Temple!

"Ah..." A sudden roar exploded. Wang Zaitian took the lead in attacking, and he made a move. He drew his sword and shot with lightning speed. He shot with two flying knives.

The clothes were right next to Wang Zaitian, and he saw it very clearly. He couldn't help but be scared and almost even his legs became weak.

Without warning, Wang Zaitian suddenly shot out two flying knives with murderous aura. Yi Rong had seen his flying knives' skills. She was fast and accurate, and could shoot flying flies, and she had two volleys, shooting two at the same time.

She knew without looking at it that the man named Li Langjiang was dead, and he could not escape Wang Zaitian's flying knife.

But the next moment Yi Rong almost doubted whether he had read it wrong. Two white lights flashed. Li Jiangnan did not scream, but was still standing there, easily, with two more flying knives in his hand.

It was obviously the flying knife that Wang Zaitian had just shot out.

Yi Rong couldn't help but be surprised and actually took the flying knife. How did he do it?

However, the question in her heart was not over yet, and Li Jiangnan was already there and said coldly: "Brother Wang Zaitian, your knife is slow."

With two whistles, Yi Rong felt a flash in front of her eyes. She didn't even see what Li Jiangnan was doing. She heard a scream next to her. The man who called Wang Zaitian had been shot in his chest by two flying knives, splashing blood and falling down.

It was almost time for him to say that, almost at the same time as Wang Zai was in the sky, there were several loud shouts and explosions. Wang Li and the two boatmen all showed their short swords and rushed forward.

However, compared with Li Jiangnan, their movements were so slow. Li Jiangnan flashed like a ghost, and at the same time, he pushed the boatman's head with a flat hand, and the body rushed into Wang Li's arms.

Li Jiangnan quickly turned around, and stumbled down with one claw, capturing a short knife that was stabbing. At the same time, he twisted his backhand and heard a sound of a jam. Another boatman's wrist was easily broken like a straw pole, screaming repeatedly, and the short knife in his hand was also deeply pierced into his own chest.

By the time Wang Li pushed the corpse away and stood firm, Li Jiangnan had already approached like a ghost, and his claws were like iron pliers, firmly choking his neck.

"You, you..." Wang Li was shocked and wanted to spread the iron palm that strangled his neck, but his movements were so panicked and powerless. Li Jiangnan just added some strength coldly, and after a sound of the slug, Wang Li was instantly twisted his neck and his head was tilted down softly.
Chapter completed!