"Four pieces of machines, mandarin ducks are weaving and flying together....↖"

If the damage to the old naughty boy by the "Hedgehog Age" and the damage to the Elephant Throwing Age of Sakyamuni is ten points, then the damage caused to him by this sentence is ten thousand points, one hundred thousand points, and one million points!

Zhou Botong's face turned pale in an instant, and his lips were so scared that they were trembling!

"Haha...haha!" Zhou Botong smiled dryly, his feet were already in a panic and he said tremblingly: "Old boy, I have something to do, so let's go first."

Having made a move to leap away, he was about to leap away.

Wang Dong didn't stop him, and turned to Huang Rong and said, "Girl Huang, I'll tell you the story of these 'Four-Zhangji'."

Huang Rong pursed her lips and smiled: "Okay, listen carefully."

"Slow!" Zhou Botong immediately withdrew his footsteps and screamed, "This is to kill Lao Zhou's rhythm!

That girl Huang Rong is a quirky girl. Now she is a little demon star. When he knows about her ugly things, she will not be able to go to the house to remove the tiles and directly transform into a big demon king and play with her until she dies!

"I'm convinced by the old naughty boy!" Zhou Botong's face was full of horror and looked dejected.

He almost knelt down.

Huang Rong and others were quite surprised. They didn't know what the so-called "Four-Zhang Ji" could scare the lawless old naughty boy to surrender and beg for mercy.

Wang Dong smiled and said, "That song of Quanzhen Dao..."

Zhou Botong's face collapsed and he was extremely depressed: "I changed it, I changed it, I will do whatever you want."

Wang Dong smiled slightly, but before he could speak, just as someone came again.

The visitor seems to be proud of his identity. He has to chant a few long lines to show his presence.

Then he heard the sound of the wind breaking his clothes. Several figures in Taoist robes swept quickly, and one of them sang loudly: "It is free and unrestrained, and the heart is not greedy for glory and the body is not humiliated!"

Guo Jing said "Ah": "It turns out that Master Qiu and the others have arrived."

The visitor is the Seven Sons of Quanzhen!

Qiu Chuji's voice fell, and he heard the head of the seven sons again. Quanzhen's chief sect, Ma Yu, said long, "I have lived in a nest for decades." His tone was very peaceful and diluted.

Tan Chuduan immediately sang: "The long and long days of walking are like a turbulent one."

Before Tan Chuduan became a monk, he was a blacksmith. He was burly and had a tough muscle and made a sound that was quite rough and powerful.

"Dongyangzi under the Tangtang Pavilion!" This man was thin and looked like a monkey, but he was the eldest son Liu Chuxuan.

Another man sang: "Taiyi Immortal in the Lotus Leaf Boat!" Wang Dong knew this person, and it was Wang Chuyi, the "Iron Feet Immortal".

Then there was the Huashan school, who created his own ingenuity and created the unique skills of Zixia Divine Art, Hao Datong, chanted: "There is nothing to be separated from the virtual shell."

Sun Buer, the only female among the seven sons, chanted: "Someone can realize that before she was alive."

"When you go out, you smile without any restraint. The clouds are in the West Lake and the moon is in the sky." Ma Yu closed the sentence.

As soon as the seven sons of Quanzhen chanted, their figures also approached at the same time. Their clothes were in the wind, their crowns were elegant and elegant, showing a masterly style!

However, the visitor was not just seven sons, but eight people!

Qiu Chuji also carried a young Taoist priest with one arm. He had a pale face and no beard. His appearance showed a bit feminine. He stood firm and his body suddenly changed. He stared at Wang Dong tightly, and his expression showed a hint of viciousness and ferociousness.

Wang Dong twisted up a strand of hair between his temples and wrapped it between his fingers, and a playful look appeared on his face: "This is really a coincidence!"

"It's so unlucky. There are so many unlucky things! These seven old-fashioned guys are catching up again." Zhou Botong murmured in a low voice.

Ma Yu nodded to everyone, then bowed to Zhou Botong and said, "Uncle Zhou, I have found you!"

"Look for me? What are you doing with me?" Zhou Botong shook his head and kept waving his hands: "I will never go back to Zhongnan Mountain, it is not fun at all."

Ma Yu smiled bitterly: "Uncle Zhou, you are the most respected person of my Quanzhen generation. We all need you to take charge of the overall situation..."

At this time, the feminine doctrine suddenly came to Qiu Chuji and whispered something.

Qiu Chuji's expression quickly changed drastically, and his eyes also stared at Wang Dong, his expression was quite gloomy, and his expression was unconcealed.

Bang!

Qiu Chuji stepped forward with heavy steps, raised his hand to interrupt Ma Yu's speech, and said in a deep voice: "Sir, please wait, senior brother, junior brother has something to say."

"Junior Brother Qiu, what do you mean?" Ma Yu said in confusion.

"A case, a blood debt related to my disciple Zhiping." Qiu Chuji said coldly: "My teacher still remembers that when he returned to the mountain, he learned that Zhiping was injured... and that place he injured, and now the murderer has finally found it."

The other six sons were shocked when they heard this, their expressions were shocked and angry, and they turned their eyes to them!

Zhou Botong is the elder Quanzhen, Hong Qigong is the senior master, Guo Jing, Huang Rong and other four people are not possible, and in the end, only one person is left!

The furious gaze of the seven sons of Quanzhen was like a circle, and they surrounded Wang Dong in the middle. Qiu Chuji was full of energy and his clothes were roaring, and he was even ready to take action at any time.

Yin Zhiping is of good qualifications and is humble and polite, and is extremely caring for Qiu Chuji. He is not only a disciple of Qiu Chuji, but also the most outstanding figure among the three generations of Quanzhen Sect. To be honest, Yin Zhiping is one of the candidates for Quanzhen's next head sect!

And it is also a popular candidate for the head coach!

Although the Taoist priest Quanzhen became a monk and left the secular world, he could not resist marriage. What's more, the lack of a dignified man is not only a personal shame, but the Quanzhen Sect no longer dares to list Yin Zhiping as the head of the sect. Otherwise, once it is spread, wouldn't it be ridiculed by the people in the world?

Huang Rong and others were puzzled, but they could vaguely see that the Quanzhen Sect was having a festival with Wang Dong, and this festival was not a trivial matter.

Only Guo Jing was still very ignorant: "Master Ma, Master Qiu, and a few seniors, what are you doing?"

Qiu Chuji hugged his fists and said to Hong Qigong and others: "Gangmaster Hong, Miss Huang, and Jing'er, I'm sorry for being rude today, but I must settle this case first."

Immediately he turned to Wang Dong coldly, with a blank expression on his face: "Young Master Wang, do you have anything else to explain?"

His three-word word "Wang Shaoxia" is very pronounced, and he speaks it with a bit of gritting teeth.

In fact, Qiu Chuji has a hot temper. If he had his previous temperament, even if he didn't take action immediately, he should have called a "little beast" and a "person named Wang". However, in the battle of Zhongdu that day, Qiu Chuji, Ma Yu, Wang Chuyi and others were besieged by Jin Dynasty masters and many officers and soldiers. Being able to escape smoothly was really thanks to Wang Dong's help!

Therefore, Qiu Chuji suppressed his anger and asked patiently.

Wang Dong's expression remained motionless, and only bounced the sleeves of the robe, as if he was brushing away the dust from the robe, and his attitude was lightly stated: "What are you explaining?"

Ma Yu's voice was calm: "But ask me, is it because Zhiping offended you?"

Wang Dong smiled: "Who is Zhiping?"
Chapter completed!