One hundred and eight? This number touched the nerves of many people. The monk looked at the ghost face with round eyes and muttered, "You ......"

"That's right, the remnants of the year. You didn't think of it, did you? The ghost's eyes became sharp, like a knife piercing the monk's heart.

"Old fellow, sue me, who else was there back then?" Ghost Face grabbed the monk's hand and said, "Who instructed you?" ”

The monk looked at it, then lowered his head and said, "Amitabha." Then fell silent.

"Old thing?!" Ghostface roared, "Who the hell is it?!" However, the monk didn't seem to want to say a word, closed his eyes tightly, folded his hands, and chanted, "Amitabha." ”

"Huh!?" The ghost face is going crazy, maybe this is what the Buddhists want to talk about.

"There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust."

After the monk finished reciting the last sentence, his body lay on the ghost's body.

"Dead?"

"You can't die, you can't die yet?!"

"Sue me, who the hell is it?!"

……

Ghost Face went crazy and injected his internal force into the monk's body, but the other party had cooled down, and the internal force could not be transported at all.

"Damn?!"

"Huh?" It was at this moment that a voice came. Ghost Face looked back at the source of the life with a hideous look.

It was none other than Nanga Ye who made the sound, his expression was very complicated, and he was nervous for a while looking at the ghost's face. But he still said: "If you want to know about the lives of those 108 people......

With a loud bang, Ghost Face pounced like a hungry wolf, knocking Nanga Ye down on the wall, and cracks in spider webs flowed from the wall.

"Poof" Nanga Ye felt that he was about to die, really going to die.

"To die, to die, to die"

Ghostface doesn't show mercy at all. "What do you really know?" ”

"I know it's a lot more than you, Zhang Shao, no, Master Zhang."

"How do you know my name?"

"I know not only your last name, but also your first name. Zhang Xin. ”

"Who the hell are you?!"

"Let go, I'm your gang."

Nanjiaye recounted: "My name is Zhang Yanan. I don't think you'll be a stranger? ”

"Yanan? The Teacher? Ghost Face suddenly remembered, looked at Nanjia Ye in a daze, and said, "Why aren't you dead?" ”

Nanjiaye recalled: "I was lucky, Suzhou was holding a poetry meeting, and I was not at home. When I went back, the village was gone. Then I began to investigate the matter, and on the way I happened to meet a friend, but he died on the way, so I took his place and went back to his place. ”

When Ghost Face found out, he said, "You're so lucky." ”

Nanga Ye muttered, "I've always been lucky. ”

Ghost Face asked, "Tell me, who did it back then?" ”

Nanga Ye said: "I don't know. ”

"What?!"

"Wait, wait, listen to me, I only have one clue right now. I only know the killer sent by the capital. ”

"Beijing?! What does this have to do with the capital? ”

"All I know is that Imperial Doctor Zhang suddenly went home and disappeared inexplicably. Then Zhangjiacun fell. ”

"Beijing?!"

"Wow, look, who's this?"

Suddenly, there was a strange sound from above. Ghost Face looked up, isn't this the Huizhen who he studied with?

"You're the new abbot?!"

"Haha~~~ Senior Brother Huineng has really not seen you for a long time. Are you congratulating me? ”

"Congratulations?" When Ghostface heard this, he pouted and said, "You're just a puppet." ”

"You?!" Hui Zhen said angrily. Suddenly, he smiled and said, "You can't go there well, you scum who deceived teachers and destroyed ancestors?" Haha~~~" Hui Zhen's laughter is really not good. It will not come from the mouth of an enlightened monk.

Ghost Face disdainfully explained this qiē, and said leisurely: "Has anyone sued you, your laughter is very ugly?" Hui Zhen stopped dumbfounded. Ghost Face continued to mend the knife and said, "It still stinks." With a gentle wave of his hand, he swept away the air from under his nostrils.

Hui Zhen was very angry when he heard this, clenched his fists and said, "Kill him for me." Suddenly, several yellow-robed monks poured out from behind him, ready to take down the ghost face.

"Kill!!"

Ghost Face didn't know when he had an extra sword in his hand, and the sword in his hand danced into a curtain of light, and in the rapid and dense raindrop-like attack, the sound of gold and iron rang out!

"Ahh

screaming again and again, the ghost face snorted: "Vulnerable." ”

At the same time, Hui Zhen was surprised, and he said nervously: "I didn't expect that you have reached the peak of innateness, the realm of a half-step grandmaster." ”

"Hmph." Ghost Face said disdainfully: "It's good to know." Then he pulled the frightened Nanjia Ye on the side and said, "Let's go." ”

In this way, Hui Zhen was forced by the ghost face to leave the secret passage step by step and came outside. There were already masters such as Uncle Jin waiting outside.

"Who is he?!"

"My, my brother." Hui Zhen said nervously.

"A traitor to Shaolin?"

"Yes." Hui Zhen agreed.

"He's more than a star and a half taller than you."

"What to talk about with him! Let's catch it first! ”

Sou!

Monk Duan instantly launched two Yang Fingers, and the Ghost Face easily dodged the two sword qi.

Two "bangs" hit the wall, leaving two bullet holes.

"One Yang Finger?" Ghost Face said softly, "That's it." ”

Monk Duan was also surprised to see that the ghost face easily avoided Yiyang Finger, and when he heard his words, he was very angry at the Duan family's belittling.

"Don't stop me?!"

(Hey, who's holding you back.) Flatter yourself. ）

Monk Duan was extremely angry, and pointed at his sword. The ghost face heard the strength of the Duan family's yang finger for a long time, and leaned over. Monk Duan shot three times in a row, and the ghost face avoided it with a small body and did not touch him. But he never drew his sword.

The two of them fought faster and faster, and the status in this ancestral hall was narrow, and there was really no room for maneuver, but the two of them went back and forth between the pillars, and there was no sound at all.

Uncle Jin watched the two of them fight back and forth, but when he saw that the ghost faced more guards and less attacks, although the palm technique was exquisite, because he did not draw his sword, he only fought with Monk Duan with one hand, and when he moved, he couldn't help but tie his hands and feet, and he fell behind.

As soon as a few moves passed, he knew that Monk Duan was unwilling to fight with him, obviously afraid of himself. Since the other party is afraid of this kung fu, of course he has to use this kung fu to control him, but his body is fluttering and difficult to attack.

After a few more moves, Ghost Face had already thought of an idea, and at the moment his right palm was waving vertically and horizontally, pressing forward, holding a sword in his left arm, but pretending to be slightly inconvenient, and at the same time deliberately trying his best to cover it up, so that Ghost Face could not see it.

Monk Duan's martial arts are exquisite, and the opponent's weakness is slightly revealed, how can he not see the reason? He leaned over and half-turned, slapped his palms steeply, and pointed sharply at the left flank of the ghost face.

Ghost Face snorted in a low voice and took a step back, not daring to stretch out his left arm to take the call.

Monk Duan said in his heart: "I don't know what internal injuries this bald head suffered between his left chest and left flank. "At the moment, although the offensive is still mainly based on attacking the enemy's right side, the use of internal force is all to attack his left.

After dismantling more than 20 moves, Monk Duan withdrew his left arm, turned his right palm into a grasp, and grabbed Monk Duan's face. Monk Duan leaned around and struck him directly on the left flank.

Ghost Face has been waiting for his punch, and the other party finally hits it, and he can't help but feel happy in his heart, and immediately throws up his left sleeve and rolls it up to the enemy's right arm.

Monk Duan said in his heart: "Since you are good at me, how can you hurt me?" This punch didn't retract, but it was hard to catch a roll of his sleeve, and with a long snort, Duan Deteriorate's right sleeve was torn off. Monk Duan was startled, this punch hit even harder, and the fist was tightened in the ground, and it was already grasped by the opponent's hand.

When this trick deteriorated, he was unexpected, and he was immediately shocked: "This kid pretended to be injured on the left side, it turned out to be a trick to lure the enemy, and I can follow his way!" A trace of remorse welled up in his heart: "I am also arrogant, a gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late, why bother to challenge him with a momentary anger, without planning everything in advance." At this time, there was no room for retreat, and the internal force of the whole body was sent out of the fist.

How do you know that as soon as the internal strength bursts out, it will sink like a stone into the sea, and I don't know where it goes. Monk Duan secretly shouted: "Ah! (To be continued......)