With Watson's words and Xiao Hei here, the old man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He accepted Watson's suggestion and sat on the mountain to watch the tigers fight, and then closed the door and beat the dogs, but let go of the Nanhai monks who killed and injured the herdsmen of Yelu Palace.

So, the soldiers who had already grasped the iron bows obeyed King Khan's command and all retreated fifty feet, including Yelu Chucai and the three elders.

The nearly two hundred monks in Nanhai were angry because of the fear Xiao Hei had brought to them before, especially when Xiao Hei injured their companions.

As a result, they became more and more frightened, and then became more and more angry. At this time, their swords were unsheathed, and they were almost in a state of madness.

If they hadn't been waiting for Long Shaoyun to give the order to attack, they would have already rushed forward and chopped out the person and the crow in front of them.

Standing in the wind and snow, Watson turned himself into a snowman and said coldly: "You have died three times, how dare you come again?!"

There was a roar, like a winter thunder, which struck hard on the heads of the two hundred Nanhai monks, and also on the heads of the Yelu Royal Court soldiers!

How much confidence do you have to have the courage to say such words to the Nanhai monks?

When Long Shaoyun heard this, he yelled unwillingly: "So what? What do you want?!"

"Quack! You talk too much!" The little black monster standing on Watson's shoulder laughed: "Hurry up and bring your head up."
Chapter completed!