This is very serious. Next to Xue Lang, the Zen master couldn’t help reciting the Buddhist name.
Tie Yibaiqiu’s eagle nose with a wrinkly eye flickered a few slowly. "The murderers’ sword stabbing the body will have a profound meaning. Brother’s view, the murderers are probably trying to cover up the traces of the deadly palm force of the body and prevent others from finding out what palm force it is …"
He turned his eyes slightly and looked at everyone. When they saw everyone, they nodded slightly before connecting to the way.
"Therefore, we might as well consider from this point. First, the killer who killed those five friends with his own hands has a high suspicion of martial arts and can be included in a limited number of people in Wulin. Second, this person must be a well-known master rather than a recluse."
When he said this, he stopped here and stopped speculating that everyone was paying attention to what he said.
On the surface, there is nothing wrong with everyone, but these words of solid iron Yi Baiqiu have caused great waves, because the remains of the deadly palm power of those bodies are very similar to those of Shaolin Temple Tianxing palm power and Emei Sect Seven Horses palm power, two super-century common palm power that left a gray palm print after killing the enemy.
It has been known for a long time. Second, among the five martial arts schools that can have such martial arts skills, except for five leaders, there are two or three who have such a prestigious reputation, and there is one in Shaolin and Emei. Third, Shaolin and Meimei, two extremely famous masters, are just bad-tempered and unreasonable people.
For this reason, not only the people in Longhuzhuang secretly ponder over it, but also two Shaolin monks and Yu Jian, a moth-beauty sect, secretly whisper to themselves. Although they don’t want to believe it, they always think about it.
You Huanyu pondered for a while because he didn’t know what characters there were in each faction. "This is strange. From that gray palm print, it seems to be a star palm force or a seven-brake palm force …" He looked up at Yu Jian and Feng Men monk, and they went on, "Are brothers wrong?"
Yu Jian said coldly, "Brother Huan’s words are not thoughtless …" Feng Men monk suddenly jumped up and thundered, "Hu said, do you mean that Shaolin people are murderers?"
Huan Yu Jun’s eyes glared. "I’m talking about things. Who’s afraid of you?"
Air door monk angry God-fearing suddenly raised his hand and hewed out the palm of his hand, roaring and surging all over the hall, and the wind gave birth to Huan Yu, who also got up quickly and slammed his hand to meet him.
The palm force of the two men intersected "Peng", and as soon as the strong breeze whirled and excited the potential, people around him were forced to secretly exercise to protect their bodies and stabilize their bodies.
Huan Yu and Feng Men monk each shook his palm slightly, which didn’t take advantage of each other. The master together with Feng Men monk himself saw that this very young man’s skill was so profound and he couldn’t see what the family history was, so he felt anxious.
The people in Longhu Mountain Villa got up together and just stopped them from going out for the second time. Jing Dengling stopped Shaolin haters Jing Dengshao and Situ Dengyu and stopped Huan Yu to make them sit down respectively.
At the end of one wave, another wave started again. I sent Yu Jian to Emei to get up and said coldly, "Brother Huan’s words just now are very harsh. Brother Huan, what’s the meaning of that sentence? Or allude to someone? "
Huan Yu’s knife-shaped eyebrows shrugged and said, "You need to be unreasonable. You should know that brothers are never afraid …"
He then looked around at the crowd with a long laugh, and added, "Lovers are lovers. More than half a sentence, brothers, this is very boring. Forgive me for excusing myself."
He just walked to the door and listened to Yu Jian’s big drink. "You haven’t answered my words …"
Huan Yu’s feet stopped slightly as if to turn back to his body, but suddenly he stepped up and walked out of the hospital.
Yu Jian’s face is full of anger, and he wants to step into Jingdengling’s life. "Brother Yu, look at my meager sensibilities and stay in the jade step …" Yu Jian cast a glance at the courtyard door bitterly before turning his eyes on his master.
Jing Deng said coolly, "It’s not that the old Huan brother explained it, but the old man wants to tell Yu Xiong this truth because he knows that he speaks his mind …"
He went on to say, "When this Huan brother arrived in our village, he kept saying that he wanted to see my uncle, which shows that he knows nothing about martial arts, so it is speculated that he can believe what he just said and his meaning is …
Yu Jian hasn’t said anything yet. The monk raised his hand and clapped his bare head with a stare, making a crunchy sound. Everyone couldn’t help but exclaim, "Is the master blaming the old man for saying something wrong?"
The monk Feng Men said, "If you don’t cudgel, you hate yourself for being too quick-tempered and making moves without distinguishing right from wrong. That little benefactor Huan Cudgel looks very pleasing to the eye, and of course it won’t be a treacherous and insidious generation."
Gal even Yu Jian couldn’t help laughing. We talked a few words and then dispersed. Jing Dengshao and Situ Dengyu accompanied them out of the hall, leaving Jing Dengling alone.
The owner of Zhuang zi’s face suddenly became very heavy. He silently thought for a moment, raised his hand and waved his hand. Everyone in the courtyard withdrew.
Jing Dengling walked to the opposite room curtain and lifted the ugly maid doorway in red.
"Master Zhuang, please come in …" Jing Dengshao thanked him and saw a white figure faintly after entering the room to see the bead curtain.
He held his fist and said, "Girl, I’m sure you’ve seen everything?"
There was a soft and sweet voice in the curtain, saying, "You have seen it all. Dare you ask the owner of the villa what he thinks?"
Jing Dengling said, "The murderer who killed the five Wulin colleagues is suspected to be the demon hand of the Iron Emperor, but … but …"
The beauty in the white curtain asked, "It seems that the owner of the big villa has something to hide. Do you want me to guess?"
Jing Dengling brushed his beard and said, "Miss Hua is so clever that you can’t guess any more. Alas, it’s really hard to say this. How can you … how can you …"
Hua Yumei replied, "But then again, it’s reasonable for the big villa owner to have doubts. No matter how high the Qing Dynasty and other clans are, there are no scum. Therefore, it’s impolite and disrespectful for the big villa owner to be suspicious of the iron clothes and cypresses."
Jing Dengling nodded and sighed with a sigh, "The old man looked on coldly and found that Brother Bai tried his best to stir up trouble, but he himself refused to get involved in the vortex, so the old man didn’t suspect him!"
Hua Yumei said, "Although what the Master Zhuang said is reasonable, it seems to me that it is still impossible for the demon king to buy such a great sect master as Tie Yibaiqiu, even though he has high magical powers …"
She went on to say, "Lord Zhuang can’t believe everything I say at the moment."
Jing Dengling heaved a sigh of relief. "I wish Miss Hua had heard about the old man in the material …"