Chapter 249: Not Worthy to Fight with This Seat

The spectators near the Lotus Terrace were all attracted.

"The nun of Yunzhao Nunnery?"

The crowd exclaimed.

More than a dozen female monks landed, bowed to the crowd, and bowed.

"Yun Zhao'an, the poor nun has no thoughts, all the donors are polite."

The appearance of Master Wu Nian of Yun Zhao An made the whole lotus platform quiet.

Tianjianmen has such a helper... the outcome is hard to say.

Luo Xingkong cupped his hands towards Wu Nian: "Thank you, Master, for your help."

Wu Nian female mage, who became famous a hundred years ago, is the first master of Yun Zhao An.

Who would have thought that Yun Zhaoan would actually choose to help Tianjianmen.

Hua Wudao turned his head and glanced at Lu Zhou with his eyes closed, and said several times, "Pavilion Master."

"Got it." Lu Zhou continued to close his eyes.

How could Luzhou not be mentally prepared for the other party's help?

Moreover, there is more than one helper.

Wu Nian glanced at Luo Xingkong, raised his palm, chanted a Buddha mantra lightly, and flicked the dust.

A light blue aperture appeared under Luo Xingkong's feet... If there was a little bit of light from the stars.

"The healing method of Buddhism, Cihang Pudu."

Luo Xingkong was greatly moved and said again, "Thank you, Master."

Wu Nian nodded and turned to look at Ming Shiyin: "Donor, poor Niyuan has been observing in the attic for a long time... Tianjianmen has been severely damaged, and the Motian Pavilion is bullying the weak, and it has the style of losing a gentleman."

Ha ha.

Ming Shiyin laughed and said, "What do you tell me about being a gentleman, I'm not a gentleman... I just bully the weak, what's wrong? You don't agree, you want to fight me?"

With that said, Ming Shiyin raised his head and glanced at Master.

I really like the feeling of this kind of dog fighting against people.

"Donor, why are your words so rude... As the saying goes, fairness is in the hearts of the people, and there is no wind and no waves. The poor nun really can't stand it, and wants to discuss the truth with the donor."

Ming Shiyin rolled his eyes and said, "Another one who talks about great truth."

Wu Nian said: "The poor nun just wants to calm down, and doesn't want the situation to worsen."

"Why didn't you come out just now, come out now! Are you protecting your little lover?" Ming Shiyin laughed.

"you--"

Wu Nian is a master of Yun Zhao'an, so many people are respected and praised, how can he be insulted by this?

about to get angry-

"No thoughts."

The two words are clearly heard.

Everyone on the lotus platform heard this voice.

The voice came from Chuan Yun Fei Nian.

The crowd looked away.

Lu Zhou opened his eyes, got up slowly, stood in front of the flying chariot, and overlooked with his hands behind his back.

The master of Motian Pavilion, the world's largest devil, is finally going to take action.

Master Wu Nian raised his head slightly, a look of surprise appeared on the old face, and then said: "Old donor."

"Do you recognize this seat?" Lu Zhou asked.

Wu Nian shook his head and said, "First meeting."

"How is Jingyan doing recently?" Lu Zhou said.

"...Old benefactor,

Recognize a tutor? Wu Nian was startled, and his voice seemed a little excited.

Lu Zhou sighed and said, "Teaching is not strict, teachers are lazy. Jingyan...how can you have a disciple who does not distinguish between right and wrong?"

"Why did the old donor say this?" Wu Nian said.

"This seat originally thought that she would give Jingyan Yufuchen... She practiced with peace of mind and took care of Yunzhao Nunnery. It's a pity, it's a pity..."

Mention the three words Yu Fuchen.

Wu Nian's face changed slightly.

Yu Fuchen is from Motian Pavilion?

The spectators were in an uproar.

Seeing that Wu Nian's face was not very good-looking, Luo Xingkong quickly said: "Don't be deceived by this old devil, the Master help me..."

Luo Xingkong came to Wu Nian, raised his head and shouted: "Old devil, do you think this old man will be afraid?"

Lu Zhou looked around at the attic.

In my heart, I was thinking, where are the other helpers of Tianjianmen hiding?

Can't come out?

"I thought that, as the former head of Tianjianmen, you could tell right from wrong, and you could spit out some high-level arguments on this lotus platform... I am very disappointed."

Lu Zhou's voice was thick and calm, "Full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, but slaughtering people; self-proclaimed righteousness, but full of vulgar words; until now, but still unaware that the faces of the masters of the Heavenly Sword Sect of all dynasties have been covered by you. The old man has thrown it all away!"

"You—" Luo Xingkong suddenly felt extremely tight in his chest.

Especially when these words came from Lu Zhou's mouth, they were even more lethal.

Ming Shiyin supplemented the knife and said: "I don't know... everyone has regarded you as a laughing stock..."

There were bursts of laughter from around the lotus platform.

Who cares if you are right or not, famous or not?

They only remembered that Luo Changfeng had done something disgusting and disgusting.

Luo Xingkong seemed to have only heard it at this time, the sneers from all around... the insults... getting worse and worse.

Someone said loudly: "Luo Xingkong, you have lived for hundreds of years in vain. You can't even beat other people's apprentices, and you have to fight with them! I'm not ashamed!"

"This old thief thinks highly of himself, he is old and weak, and he can only bark wildly in front of the battle... Really shameless!"

puff!

Luo Xingkong's eyes widened, and the stagnant air in his chest spit out with the tumbling blood.

"Sect Master!"

"Sect Master!"

The disciples of Tianjianmen gathered around them one after another.

Luo Xingkong's eyes almost fell out.

His chest heaved violently.

Seeing this, Master Wu Nian said: "Amitabha, get out of the way!"

The Tianjianmen disciple took a step back.

Wu Nian waved the jade whisk, and a faint blue light fell on Luo Xingkong's body!

puff!

Another mouthful of blood spurted out.

Ming Shiyin shook his head and said, "He is driven by anger. Cihang's healing will only make him die faster!"

When Master Wu Nian heard the words, he quickly put away the jade whisk.

The ten nuns behind him came out and surrounded Luo Xingkong.

Put your palms together and recite the scriptures.

"Meditation mantra?"

Ming Shiyin smiled and said, "Old thief, don't hold on...why? Continue to be scolded by the world while you live?"

"You...you...you..." Luo Xingkong gasped.

"I'm dead. I don't have any worries anymore... Listen to me, let's go, you can't beat my master anyway."

"That's fine, you'll be the first opponent to be mad at Motian Pavilion, and you'll have a lot of face."

puff! ! !

Luo Xingkong was furious.

The chaotic vitality burst in the meridians.

Immediately, he died of anger!

He tilted his head and fell down.

The scene quieted down.

Around the lotus platform, there was no sound.

Ten female nuns also stopped reciting the meditation mantra.

The spectators were all confused...

Luo Xingkong, the former head of Tianjianmen, was just so pissed off?

The surroundings are extremely quiet.

Needle drop is audible.

However, Luzhou heard the 1500 merit points of the comer's system.

This is equivalent to being pissed off and counted on the head of Motian Pavilion.

Luzhou also didn't expect that Luo Xingkong would be so angry...

There's no chance of a shot.

This is probably the biggest joke in the history of the practice world.

Ming Shiyin said innocently: "Don't look at me... What does it have to do with me, I just kindly persuade me!"

"Amitabha... The evil words hurt the cold in June, the poor nun did his best." Wu Nian sighed softly, turned around, looked at the ten disciples, and said lightly, "Go back."

Lu Zhou said calmly, "You can't leave."

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