Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 984

Zhu Lun changed his face and said, "Seven brothers, do you want to make a move?"

The old man said: "Everything related to the Zhu family will be settled today."

Fang Jianming said: "If there is a need for the service of the junior, the junior will definitely do his best."

The old man said: "Grandfather, if you have nothing else to do, you should leave with your friends."

Fang Jianming was stunned, and was about to ask why, the old man waved his hand and said loudly: "Bring our weapons." Soon, seven guards came to the arena each holding a big iron pillar.

The seven old men raised their right hands and held the big iron vertebra in their hands.Each big iron vertebra weighed no more than seventy or eighty catties, but the seven of them held it with one hand, it was as light as nothing, and their strength was really not small.

Of course, Fang Jianming didn't leave immediately. He followed the crowd and came outside the village, only to see that Long Biyun and others had also come out, standing in front of the village, looking at the other side of the stone bridge.

Fang Jianming looked up and couldn't help being surprised.On the other side of the stone bridge, people stood densely and densely. In the front were two hundred archers, each of whom was ready to shoot.After the archers, there were more than 20 people on tall horses, including old and young, male and female, and even monks, except that there were no nuns and children.

Behind these 20 or so people, there were hundreds of well-dressed men in black clothes holding big knives.On the other hand, in the Zhu Mansion, apart from fifty archers, the other people, even including Fang Jianming and others, were only about two hundred people.The ratio of the number of people on both sides is at least three to one.

Fang Jianming quietly walked to Li Fangwu's side and asked, "Brother Li, are these people from the Ghost Gate?"

Li Fangwu nodded, but shook his head again, and said: "Not all, the archers and those big men in black are all from the ghost gate, and at least half of those riding horses are not from the ghost gate. Presumably they are from the ghost gate Master Hong Santong invited masters."

Fang Jianming glanced at a thin man wearing a black cloak with cold cheeks, and asked, "Is that man in the cloak, who is full of yin, Hong Santong, the master of the ghost gate?" ?”

Li Fangwu said: "He is Hong Santong."

At this time, the seven old men and Zhu Lun came behind the archer, facing the people from the ghost gate across the bridge.

Zhu Lun sneered and said, "Master Hong, what do you mean?"

Hong Santong said coldly: "Baye, Hong is being polite. Could these seven be Baye's seven brothers?"

Zhu Lun said, "So what?"

Hong Santong smiled sinisterly, and said: "It's a great fortune for Hong to see the seven golden faces today."

Zhu Lun's elder brother, named Zhu Heng, said in a deep voice, "It's rare for Zhu to meet the ghost sect master today. Why didn't the ghost sect master introduce you to us?"

Hong Santong let out a loud laugh and said, "Your Excellency must be the elder brother of Ba Ye."

Zhu Heng said: "Not bad."

Hong Santong said, "I don't know what kind of guests came to Zhu's house today, so please let Brother Zhu introduce you."

Zhu Hengdao: "The guests of Zhu's residence have nothing to do with this matter, no introduction is needed."

Hong Santong: "Then I can also say that this matter has nothing to do with Hong's friends, and they don't need to introduce it."

Zhu Heng snorted, and said: "The Ghost Gate and the Zhu Mansion have always been well watered, but I don't know why the Ghost Gate has come out to deal with the Zhu Mansion today?"

Hong Santong said, "I'm here today, and I want to borrow something from the Zhu family."

Hong Santong said: "The Zhu family has always been proud, if the master of the ghost sect wants to borrow anything, just ask."

Hong Santong said word by word: "Hong wants to borrow the golden thread clothes."

Zhu Heng laughed, and said, "So it's a gold-haired garment, easy to say, easy to say, I wonder how many pieces the ghost sect master wants to borrow?"

Hong Santong was startled, and said: "Brother Zhu, please speak clearly so that no one will misunderstand."

Zhu Hengdao: "Du Qiuniang in the Tang Dynasty wrote a poem called Golden Thread Clothes. The first two sentences are to advise you not to cherish golden thread clothes, and to cherish your youth. Isn't golden thread clothes the clothes woven with gold threads?" ? Although the Zhu family dare not say that they are wealthy, they can still get seven or eight pieces of golden thread clothes."

Hong Santong's complexion sank, and he suddenly sneered and said, "Boss Zhu, how dare you play tricks on this sect master?"

Zhu Hengdao: "There are so many people in the Phantom Sect, how dare Zhu play you as the head of the sect? If you want the gold thread clothes, Zhu will go get them immediately. If you don't want them, please take your men and horses and leave. Zhuxian Town."

Hong Santong's face was gloomy, he waved his hand suddenly, and said, "Master Shao, go and weigh him." As soon as the words fell, a man in his early thirties jumped up from his horse, Passing over the stone bridge, the sharp sword in his hand shook, and a shadow of the sword spewed out, stabbing at Zhu Heng, and said with a sneer, "Old Zhu, you asked for this!"

His skill was similar to that of the hall master named Zhang Biao who was restrained by Fang Jianming last night. That's why he finished speaking. The point of the sword was only three inches away from Zhu Heng, and it was about to stab Zhu Heng's chest in a blink of an eye.

Suddenly hearing Zhu Heng's roar, instead of retreating, he took a step forward, with his body turned slightly to one side, and the big iron vertebra in his hand was swung violently.

There was only a "bang", and then, accompanied by a scream, Hall Master Shao flew out, blood gushing out of his mouth, and his upper body was dented by the big iron vertebrae. With a "plop", it fell into the river and became a floating corpse, with blood staining the surrounding water.

Everyone was astonished, especially Hong Santong, who never expected Hallmaster Shao to fail even one move. It seems that he underestimated the Zhu family.

Zhu Heng took a step forward, holding up the big iron spine in his hand, and said majesticly: "It would be an insult for Zhu to kill such a character. Hong Santong, if you have the guts, come up and compete with Zhu. .”

Hong Santong's face darkened, and he was about to go out to fight, when he suddenly heard a young man who looked like a scholar laughing beside him: "Sect Master, why do you need to do it yourself for such a person, let your subordinates do it for you."

Hong Santong: "Brother Shi, this match is all up to you."

The young man smiled faintly, threw his body, landed on the stone bridge, looked at Zhu Heng, and said with a smile, "I'm the deputy head of the Ghost Sect, Shi Buxie, and I've seen Uncle Zhu."

Zhu Heng frowned, and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, if you have any skills, just use them."

Shi Buxie smiled slightly, and said, "Uncle Zhu is so angry." He took out a bamboo flute from behind his waist with his right hand, tapped the palm of his left hand three times, and then cupped his fist, saying: "Please Uncle Zhu enlighten me." With a sway of his figure, he approached Zhu Heng in a blink of an eye, and tapped the bamboo flute in his hand to the other party's "Lingxu Point".The speed of the shot is simply a top-notch player.

Zhu Heng's figure flashed, and after avoiding it, he danced a large iron vertebra weighing seven to eighty kilograms, and practiced attacking nine vertebrae in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)