Have you finished Chapter 50?
After the first one, there will be the second one.
All kinds of strange noises were heard.
The strongest guardian saw the appearance of these women, and his face was full of pride.
"Boy. See, this is the difference. If you don't want to die, just pay us a hundred times the loss and get out."
"Otherwise, I don't mind letting you go out sideways."
Jiang Chuan rubbed his temples and looked at the bald man with a calm look.
"Are you done?"
"Can we get to the point after you're done?"
"I'm very busy. I don't have time to play with you ***."
The pride on the face of the strongest guardian gradually subsided.
He waved his hand and pointed at Jiang Chuan.
"Come on, let me see the results of your usual practice."
Hundreds of bald heads suddenly showed cruel smiles on their faces.
"Go to hell, boy."
"Watch this, Jueyin Finger!"
They rushed from all directions, and some even jumped high, trying to attack from the air.
When the women around heard Jueyin Finger, they collapsed to the ground one by one, and I don't know what discordant pictures they thought of.
The ground was still wet.
[Ding, do you want to copy the first-grade martial arts Jueyin Finger? ]
Seeing that it was just a first-grade trash, he decisively chose to refuse.
And why does this skill sound weird, very unserious.
Otherwise, what does the reaction of these women mean.
The array pattern short sword pointed forward casually.
In an instant, a white phantom that looked exactly like him rushed out of his body.
The phantom was divided into nine, rushing out in nine different directions.
Then it rushed back in the opposite direction.
The dragon fighting in the wild returning to its original nature.
After reaching the maximum level.
This gun skill can exert a good power when facing a small-scale group attack.
Dozens of blood mists spread out.
The hundreds of people who just rushed up, flew backwards at a faster speed.
And they all suffered varying degrees of injuries.
More than two-thirds of them were fatally injured.
The screams were endless.
Many bald men on the ground were no longer moving.
Blood flowed out of their bodies and flowed along the floor to the outside.
The pungent smell of blood in the air made everyone's breathing stagnate.
No one thought that people would die today.
And so many died at once.
The women whose minds were full of yellow waste were scared and screamed and ran outside.
Some fainted on the spot.
Some were even scared to the point of shitting and pissing.
The smell in the air was disgusting.
The mysterious power surrounded the body.
It isolated the airflow from the outside.
He looked at the bald man who was still standing with a cold look.
"It's your turn."
Zhiqiang's face turned black.
He didn't expect that so many disciples on duty were killed by him.
Although it didn't shake their foundation.
But it also caused them a lot of losses.
"Boy, you are very good. You dare to kill so many of us."
"Don't think about leaving here alive today!"
"You are so long-winded. Is all you know how to talk?"
Zhiqiang's face flushed with anger.
With a groan, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person fell backwards.
With a bang, the whole person was motionless.
Jiangchuan was startled.
I didn't expect this rubbish to have such a poor psychological quality.
But he soon found that it was not the case.
Although this guy's breath was a little chaotic.
But he didn't faint.
He looked to the other side.
At this time, an old monk in a yellow cassock rushed out.
Zhishan glanced at the Zhiqiang protector who was pretending to be dead on the ground.
He kicked him on the buttocks.
"A waste who is not good at doing things but more at making trouble. Can't do even a small thing well."
As he said that, he put on the appearance of getting a monk.
"Ami tofu. I don't know why this donor wants to kill people in this temple?"
"Is there something in this temple that offended you?"
Jiangchuan nodded.
Pointed in a direction.
"Wu Meiniang. My wife. Now you should understand the reason."
Zhishan's heart skipped a beat.
His eyes rolled around, and his face was immediately filled with a harmonious smile.
In that way, those who didn't know him would really think he was a monk from somewhere.
"I guess this donor is Mrs. Wu's husband. I've heard from my wife before."
"Since the donor has come in person, our Zen sect has saved a lot of trouble."
"Come on, bring Mrs. Wu out."
A little monk quickly turned around and ran in the direction of Wu Meiniang.
In the room.
Miss Wu heard the movement outside, but she was not sure what was going on outside.
She was getting more and more irritated.
Obviously, King Wu was waving at her.
But now this happened.
The more she thought about it, the more panicked she felt.
But at this moment, a bald man came back.
"Mrs. Wu, please follow me."
Wu Meiniang was stunned.
Why is the attitude so different?
With doubts, she followed him outside.
She saw the familiar figure at a glance.
There was a look of surprise on her face, and just as she was about to step forward, she was pointed at the back by the abbot.
The blood vessels were blocked.
The whole person could not move at all.
Even breathing felt very painful.
"Hehe, Madam Wu, please wait a moment. There is something I want to talk to your husband about."
The kind smile on her face disappeared.
A cold tone came out of his mouth.
"You killed so many people in my Zen sect. You don't think you can take people away so easily, do you?"
Jiang Chuan shook his head.
"No, I don't think so."
Only then did Zhishan's face show a look of confidence.
"In that case, how should you compensate me for the loss of Zen?"
But what he didn't expect was.
Jiang Chuan's thoughts were completely different from his.
"Bald man, have you made a mistake? What I mean is that I will kill your Zen sect today."
"So as not to cause me any trouble in the future. I don't like trouble the most."
"So, none of you can run away today. Including the one who is pretending to be dead on the ground."
The Supreme Protector suddenly jumped up from the ground.
"Abbott, this kid is too murderous. I'm afraid we are no match for him."
Zhishan glanced at this waste.
"So I am the abbot, and you are just a protector, right? You have no brains at all. Do you think you are reading a novel?"
He pointed at the hostage beside him.
"Why do you think I control her?"
Xeon scratched his bald head.
Two thick and long eyebrows are twisted together.
"Why?"
Zhishan was almost angry with him.
Why don't I have any normal people under my command?
"Hostage! This is a hostage!"
"With her at hand, we won't be afraid of him messing around."
The Supreme Protector nodded in hindsight.
Pointing behind him.
"But abbot, your hostage is gone."
"Fart! How could she do that?"
When he turned around, he saw that there was no one around him, and there were no other hostages anywhere.
For a moment, his expression froze.
Turning around, he looked towards the opposite side.
They saw Wu Meiniang standing next to the young man, gasping for air.
His expression suddenly changed.
"This donor, I want to say that I was joking with you just now. Do you believe it?"
"Haha, what do you think?"
