The curtain lifted up was a slender and beautiful hand, which was slim and slim, evenly flesh and blood. It was more than one point, less than one point, and it was flawless and pure, just like white jade with mutton fat, perfect.

There is no doubt that this is a woman's hand!

However, the sound of the man who stopped drinking Hong cherry and Green Willow was clearly the voice of the man.

A woman with white clothes and black hair as beautiful as a waterfall, graceful figure bent out, her man was graceful and graceful, and her every move was beautiful. Her face looked particularly fair, with a little pale and unhealthy color, and seemed very delicate and powerless. Her pair of shining eyes were full of depth and wisdom.

In an instant, Chu Liuxiang almost thought she had seen Su Rongrong.

Su Rongrong is also weak and sickly, and is smart in the ice and snow. She is also his think tank. Others say that Chu Xiangshuai is invincible and has never lost any results, but he did not know that Su Rongrong would have to take at least three successful jobs in this.

The girl in white didn't even look at Chu Liuxiang, and pushed a wheelchair out of the carriage. Chu Liuxiang was immediately attracted by the young man in the wheelchair.

He has never seen such a "special" person!

The girl in white has a charming appearance and is so beautiful that she is in the world. But when she is with this young man, she suddenly loses her color and dimlyses her brilliance.

This young man is like a gathering body that devours everything, taking away all the light. No matter who it is or how many people there are in the crowd, you can only see him alone at first glance.

When Chu Liuxiang was young, he met the mythical Night Emperor in the martial arts world in the past, and had a close relationship with the Iron Blood Flag Sect. However, at this moment, he realized that neither Ye Emperor nor Tie Zhongtang's charm seemed to be inferior to the young man in front of him.

This man is so generous that he only saw in his life.

Even a strange feeling arises in his heart. Although the other person is sitting in front of him, he is actually sitting high outside the sky and looking down from another interface.

He finally understood why Hong Yingluo and Lu Liu were willing to be servants!

Wang Dong looked at Chu Liuxiang. To be honest, this was his idol in his youth. At this moment, he felt a sense of change in the world and smiled and said, "Chu Xiang is handsome."

Chu Liuxiang bowed her hand and said with a smile: "It's Chu who had been rude before. I hope you can forgive me, but haven't asked for advice yet?"

Wang Dong waved his hand and said, "My surname is Wang."

Chu Liuxiang thought quickly, but no matter what, she could not think of such a person in the world. She couldn't help but ask: "Brother Wang came to Shaolin, don't know what's going on?"

"It's just to get my stuff back!" Wang Dong turned his eyes to the direction of the Shaolin Temple mountain gate and shook his head gently, "It's a pity that I'm late!"

Bingbing asked softly: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the Demon Blood Hand is no longer in the temple."

Wang Dong narrowed his eyes slightly, and his soul shone back into the void, sensing the breath of the demon's bloody hand. Under the observation of his soul, a black air that appeared faintly flew out of the temple, "hula" transformed into a black dragon with fangs and claws, roaring in the universe, swallowing the world, and heading straight to the west.

"The West, the Western Regions..." Wang Dong thought to himself.

"The demonic energy in Nan Shaolin is still more than ten times better than other places, but the hand is indeed gone, and it was transferred about seven days ago."

Bingbing was stunned: "Can they be these Shaolin monks secretly travelling to Chen Cang and quietly hid the demon blood hand there?"

It's right to think about it. The news of the Demon Blood Hand spread to the martial arts world, which made people feel secretly desire. It attracted hundreds of martial artists from the world on the surface, and countless people secretly spy on the covetous people.

If Nan Shaolin still honestly put the Heavenly Demon Blood Hand in the Relic Tower, this would be foolish!

Just guarding against uninvited guests is afraid that the monks in the temple will be in a state of turmoil.

"What is more likely is that it is difficult to guard against the thief, and the custodian steals himself!"

Wang shook his head and smiled.

"Is it Wuhua arbitrarily?!"

Chu Liuxiang pondered silently, and only talked about Wang Dong and Bingbing, he roughly figured out the eight-nine-point overview, and even he had a vague guess at the so-called self-stealer.

"Since that hand is not in the temple, do we still need to go there?" Bingbing asked.

"I've come here, why bother to go in?" Wang Dong sighed: "What's more, I've been causing this matter, so I have to clean up the mess."

Bingbing nodded, and then pushed the wheelchair slowly forward. The red cherry and green willow floated behind her like two shadows.

Seeing that Wang Dong and others were leaving themselves aside and ignored them, Chu Liuxiang touched her nose, but she didn't see any anger and followed her step by step.

Wang Dong did not hide his aura and arrived directly at the gate of Shaolin Temple. A powerful sense of existence filled every inch of space around him, as if he had been suspended for a day, and was suppressed with a dignified divine power.

In an instant, hundreds or thousands of martial arts people surrounded the mountain gate felt that the air solidified, as if it turned into a copper wall. In this, their presence was extremely squeezed and shrunk, as if it was particles of dust.

The noisy scene was quiet, silent, and the invisible and intangible energy spread out, captivating the soul.

Dingdengdeng………

It was hard to control myself, and I saw countless warriors changing their faces, staggering backwards, and dodging a passage as if they had encountered natural enemies.

Zen Master Tianming and the monks behind him also looked trembling and fell backwards. Many monks were unstable and fell to the ground.

"Who is this brother Wang?"

Even with Chu Liuxiang's calmness, he couldn't help but be stunned at this moment, suspecting that what he saw was an illusion in his dream.

Without a single move, thousands of people retreated. This kind of scene is shocking.

Zen Master Tianming lost his mind for a moment, as if he had seen the true Buddha walking on the earth. His eyes drooped tears and almost fell down on his knees.

With the king's movement approaching the realm of Tao, if you are in the Taoist sect, you are the heavenly priest, you are the immortal in the world, and when you go to Buddhism, you are the path to transcendence, the way to the other shore, and the Buddha sacred in the world!

If he releases all his energy and the human heart and the will of heaven are in harmony, even the Zen Master Tianming, who has the highest cultivation level in the field, will regard him as the Buddha, descend to earth and worship him the most devout worship!

Zen Master Tianming said the Buddha's name, bowed his head and looked down, as if he did not dare to look directly at the true Buddha's holy face, so he bowed and gave a great gift to worship: "Little monk Tianming, welcome the Lord of the Holy Lord to my temple."

Wang Dong glanced at Zen Master Tianming, waved his hand around and said, "The Demon Blood Hand is my thing. You can go back wherever you come from."

"yes!"

In this sentence, it was like a fairy in his mouth, and the words followed the Dharma. Everyone around him responded respectfully, with respectful and polite faces, peaceful and stable, as if they had fallen into infinite peace and peace, slowly retreated backwards and spread out like a tide.

No matter how rebellious a hero, or a arrogant hero on the evil path, a hero who is arrogant and heroic, he actually left with a peaceful and peaceful face without joy or sorrow.
Chapter completed!