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Xiao Shiyilang looked dull and his face was blank, as if he had a bizarre and strange dream.

"I must have been too tired recently, so I have this kind of hallucination." Xiao Shiyilang murmured to himself.

It’s not that he can’t accept the reality, but that everything in front of him is too incredible. Even if he sees it with his own eyes, he can’t help but wonder if he is dreaming.

A hair, a cold snort, killing all the heroes!

Dozens of famous masters in the world, and the big men who can cause shock in every move can be said and their entire army was wiped out in an understatement.

The most incredible thing is the death of Xiaoyao Hou.

Spit a flying sword on your mouth, and kill people from the air!

Xiao Shiyilang could not imagine such methods and martial arts. He only thought it would appear in the novel of the legendary and monsters.

Before today, he never thought that anyone in the world could practice martial arts to such a mythical and legendary realm.

Perhaps, this is not martial arts, or the person in front of him should be a ghost.

Not everyone in the field was dead!

In addition to Xiao Shiyilang and Bingbing, there were two old men standing on the edge of the collapsed corner of the wall, each wearing vermilion and emerald green robes, which looked extremely eye-catching.

Although these two old men are gray-haired, their eyes are still as sharp as swords, and there is a cold feeling around them that they are not close to.

Wang Dong knew the details of the two men and said, "Red cherry and green willows, killers from outside the sky, and the combination of two swords is invincible in the world."

The old man in Zhuyi Li Hongying sighed: "Yes, we are Hongying and Green Willows, but who dares to be invincible in front of you?"

The old man in green clothes also had a bitter smile on his face: "I spit out the flying sword, but I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to witness the legendary flying immortal technique today. My brothers and I have been practicing swords at the age of seven. I have been 74 years old. I have reached the top of the sword technique. I dare not say that it is unprecedented and no one can come later. At least it can be the most contemporary! Now I know that I have become a frog in the well that is sitting in a well and watching the sky. It's just a joke."

Li Hongying breathed out and said in a deep voice: "It's indeed a joke."

Xiao Shiyilang also smiled bitterly. Isn’t he the same thoughts as red cherry and green willows in his heart?

Wang Dong said: "Do you know why I didn't kill you two?"

Li Hongying and Yang Luliu looked at each other, and the former sighed: "If you don't kill us, maybe it's because we two old men are of some use, but with your ability to ghosts and gods, we really can't figure out what you need me to do."

Wang Dong smiled and said, "At least, being a groom, a coolie like a sedan chairperson is still OK."

When he was young, the red cherry and green willow showed his sharpness and was invincible. He combined his two swords and was known as invincible. His only defeat in his life was to fight Xiaoyao Hou.

But even the Xiaoyao Hou only surpassed the two of them after three hundred moves. If they were bound to divide life and death, they would certainly not be able to survive, and Xiaoyao Hou would be severely injured.

Therefore, although they were defeated by Xiaoyao Hou and trapped in the Doll Villa, Xiaoyao Hou also added etiquette to the two, and there was no humiliation.

Now Wang Dong actually wants them to be a coolie who carries sedan chairs and drives horses?

Unexpectedly, Hongying Green Willow had no anger. Li Hongying was slightly silent and said, "What if I don't agree?"

Wang Dong said casually: "The red cherry and green willows kill people like dogs. The two of them used to be in the world and killed people in vain, so even if I kill them today, I will definitely understand."

Yang Luliu sighed again and suddenly bowed and fell down: "Although we have lived to be eighty-one years old, we still don't want to die. It's like a god like you, it's our honor to drive you!"

Wang Dong said again: "Bingbing, are you following me or staying in this villa?"

Bingbing looked around with disgust and said lightly: "I will feel uncomfortable when I stay in this kind of ghost place for a moment, let alone the sister of Xiaoyaohou. Once it is spread, I am afraid that there will be no place to die. What else can I do besides following you?"

Wang Dong smiled: "Since that's the case, then let's go."

"Go? Where to go?" Bingbing tilted her head, and after a moment of thought, "Shaolin Temple!"

Not long after, a carriage galloped out from the foot of the mountain, quickly climbed the post road like a gust of wind, and left with dust.

On the mountain peak behind it, large tracts of fireworks rose up in the doll villa, collapsed and broke in the raging flames, and gradually turned into ruins.

Hum! Xiao Shiyilang walked out of the forest with a beautiful woman in gorgeous clothes, staring at the shadow of the carriage leaving, and his face was solemn.

The beautiful woman in the gorgeous clothes had never seen him like this before and couldn't help asking: "Who are those people? Even you are so afraid of it?"

"fear?!"

Xiao Shiyilang shook his head. If only he was just "fearing"!

"I don't know who he is? Fortunately, he is not my enemy, otherwise..." Xiao Shiyilang did not continue and turned his eyes to the beautiful woman in China: "No need to mention these, now I just want to send you back to Wugui Villa safely."

The beautiful woman in China said in a lost voice: "You want to send me back to Wugui Villa?"

Xiao Shiyilang said lightly: "You are the young lady of the Lian family. Wugui Villa is your home. Where else can you go besides there?"

The beautiful woman in the Chinese costume was stunned for a moment, then bit her lip and said softly: "Yes! I should go back, but what about you?"

Xiao Shiyilang smiled, looked at the floating white clouds in the sky, and said leisurely: "I am going home too. Of course, the home of a prodigal son like me is not as rich as Wugui Villa, but at least there is a nest! I have a premonition that the wind is about to rush in the world again. In order not to be affected by the wind and waves, I have to hide in the nest for a longer time..."

On the post road, a carriage rolled up dust, attracting the attention of pedestrians.

It was because the driver of the horse was actually two old men dressed in colorful clothes and covered in white hair. Old men like this should have lie in the coffin with one foot, but they drove the carriage like lightning, and were not afraid of shaking the bone frames away.

"Putian Shaolin Temple?"

In the carriage, Wang Dong learned the latest news.

The land is divided into north and south, and Shaolin Temple is also divided into north and south. Most people in the martial arts world will think of Shaolin Temple in Songshan, which is Northern Shaolin.

The southern Shaolin is the Putian Shaolin Temple.

Along the way, Wang Dong and others learned from some people in the martial arts world that the "Demon Blood Hand" had arrived in Nan Shaolin.

Although compared with Shaolin Temple in Songshan, the presence of the South Shaolin has been more than lower in many eras, among the contemporary martial arts world, the name of Shaolin Temple in Putian is above Shaolin in Songshan.

The first factor is that two of the three great monks of Shaolin came from Putian Shaolin, Zen Master Tianhong and Master Tianfeng, abbot of Shaolin in Putian!

The "Demon Blood Hand" was brought back by Zen Master Tianhong and suppressed in the Shariputra.

The second factor is that the Shaolin generation in Putian has produced a master of magical monks in all kinds of piano, chess, poetry, cooking, tea ceremony, and flower arrangement.
Chapter completed!