Chu Zhentian knew that the appearance of the Sword God Mo Wenchang tonight helped him save face. Otherwise, Chu Zhentian would definitely fall into the hands of the two evil monks Qizhen and Qimei.

Being so persecuted by the two evil monks, Chu Zhentian has realized how harmful the evil monks of Sanhuang Temple are.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Chu Zhentian, who has always regarded the world as his own responsibility, received a face-to-face invitation from the Sword God Mo Wenchang. He laughed loudly and said: "Okay! Brother Mo, as long as we can destroy the Sanhuang Temple, Chu Zhentian

Zhentian is willing to drive!"

He clearly stated his position: Sanhuang Temple has gone too far to bully others, and I, Chu Zhentian, will never be at odds with you from now on!

Murong Zijue also led his people to arrive, and when he saw that Chu Zhentian, the Shadowless Fist, had been drawn into his camp, he was overjoyed: "Great! Old hero Chu, my Murong family is currently at odds with the Sanhuang Temple.

With the joining of the old hero Chu, our chances of winning have increased a lot! Thank you to the old hero Chu for understanding the righteousness and eliminating harm for the country and the world!"

He Jiasheng clasped his fists at Murong Zijue and Mo Wenchang, and said with emotion: "Miss Murong, old hero Mo, although I, He Jiasheng, am of low ability, I am willing to join your camp, for no other reason than to be able to eradicate the Three Emperors.

The evil monk in the temple! He Jiasheng is willing to do his best!"

Murong Zijue cupped his fists and said with a smile: "He Jiasheng, the Taibao of Shenquan, is very famous in the world! Why should you be so humble? Murong Zijue can only dream of any hero who can join."

The evil monk Qizhen is also judging the situation. There are two masters on the other side! If they fight head-on, Sanhuang Temple will not be able to gain any advantage.

The second brother Qishan suffered a slight injury and had not yet recovered. Without an absolute advantage, Qizhen looked at Qimei.

There were a total of six second-generation disciples from Sanhuang Temple who rushed over. When they saw the opponent coming, they couldn't lose their momentum and began to yell at the opponent: "You bastards from other places, come up if you have the guts! My master has done it

I won’t kill you!”

"Why is the Divine Fist Shadowless? It's just a waste of fame. It's all talk but no practice! Do you have the guts to practice with my master?"

"What about the little magic boxer, come on! Try your hand with grandpa!"

Chu Zhentian has been living a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife! Their master and apprentice were bullied by Qishan and his gang tonight, so naturally they wanted to get back the lost face. He hooked his hand at Qimei: "Come on.

! Great Monk Qimei, don’t you want to bully us outsiders? Okay, now you can take action! Come on! Don’t be a coward.”

Chu Zhentian's Xingyiquan three skills shine, his steps are steady, his stances are good, and his calm and calm look is definitely the style of a great master.

The evil monk Qizhen looked at the current situation and said loudly: "Chu Zhentian, since you are also a famous hero, let's make another fight! This is on the street of the county town. Fighting and killing are not about giving eye drops to the police.

Well! Since you are at odds with us at Sanhuang Temple, there will be a fight sooner or later. If you are brave enough, come to Sanhuang Temple to challenge me!"

Chu Zhentian was full of confidence and sneered: "Okay! Evil monk Qizhen, you have made the Sanhuang Temple a mess. I, Chu Zhentian, will never let you go! It's just a matter of time."

"Let's go!" Qizhen's face darkened and he waved to the second-generation disciples beside him, "Let's go!"

This group of second-generation disciples were still yelling and scolding, but their master gave the order and they had no choice but to leave.

Chu Zhentian laughed loudly: "I, Old Chu, are fighting alone, and I have never been afraid of anyone! Qizhen, Qimei, even evil monks like you, I, Old Chu, will always be with you!"

He Jiasheng said loudly: "Sanhuang Temple, our masters and disciples will not be afraid of you!"

"Old Hero Chu, let's go to another place to have a drink!" Murong Zijue sent out the invitation.

Chu Zhentianhao smiled and said: "Okay, today I met the sword god Mo Wenchang, and it suddenly dawned on me! I must drink! If you don't get drunk, you will never return! Haha."

Chu Zhentian was invited by Murong Zijue to a nearby Guanwaiguan restaurant, and a private room was opened. After everyone sat down, they quickly ordered food and drinks. While they were drinking, the door of the private room opened, and a middle-aged man with a square head and a big face appeared.

The young man walked in with two bags of Feitian Moutai and a smile on his face: "Everyone, welcome to our Guanwaiguan Restaurant. Thank you for coming. Thank you."

This middle-aged man with a square head and a big face has full eyes and looks domineering.

Chu Zhentian, Mo Wenchang and Murong Zijue looked at each other and realized that no one knew him.

Murong Zijue said: "My friend, who are you?"

No matter who he is, if he brings four bottles of Feitian Moutai, we will become friends when we meet.

The middle-aged man with a square head and a big face put two bottles of Feitian Moutai on the table, then cupped his hands and said, "Everyone, my name is Guan Laosan, and he is also a well-known figure in Chunchi County.

Unfortunately, in recent years, I have been bullied by the evil monks from Sanhuang Temple so that I dare not show my face."

Murong Zijue's eyes suddenly flashed: "Oh? You are Guan Laosan? The big owl Guan Laosan in Chunchi County? The evil monk of Sanhuang Temple. I heard that they rely on you."

Guan Laosan shook his head: "Miss Murong, you don't know. After Qizhen and the three evil monks found me, they asked me to donate my family property to their temple. My child was kidnapped by them at that time. I had no choice.

, they gave my third son’s real estate to Sanhuang Temple, and then they beat several of my brothers and forced them to give up all their business.”

Guan Laosan looked around: "This restaurant belongs to me, Guan Laosan. Just yesterday, Yu Changhua, a second-generation disciple of Sanhuang Temple, came to visit and said that I must take over this restaurant.

I gave it to him and transferred it to his name, Yu Changhua. Alas, I was not at home at the time, so they told me to come back to me in three days."

He suddenly took out a stack of information: "Miss Murong, if you are interested in this Guanwaiguan Restaurant, I, Guan Laosan, will transfer the restaurant to your name now!"

Murong Zijue frowned: "Guan Laosan, you are also a corner of the world. Your transfer of a restaurant is not a transfer of a restaurant. You are clearly transferring risks."

Guan Laosan laughed: "Miss Murong is right. I just don't want to give this Guanwaiguan Restaurant to those evil monks from Sanhuang Temple! If Miss Murong is willing to accept it, of course it would be the best! Three Emperors

The evil monks in the temple are too powerful. I, Guan Laosan, am no match for them. No, I sent all my children to the capital. I was left alone, hiding around like a ground mouse all day long.

Tibetan."

Murong Zijue nodded: "Guan Laosan, please sit down. You are quite honest. For this reason, you are worth making friends with."

Guan Laosan quickly bowed his hands again: "Oh, Miss Murong said it well! It's bright and bright!"

He still did not sit down, but held his hands to Chu Zhentian and Mo Wenchang respectively: "Two old heroes, Guan Laosan has heard about them for a long time! It is indeed a blessing to meet them today! These two old heroes

, Guan Laosan must offer a few glasses of wine to the two old heroes to show his sincerity."

As he spoke, he opened a bottle of Feitian Moutai and prepared to toast.
Chapter completed!