Martial arts: Stealthy martial arts at the beginning

Chapter 139: Burning the sects

That night

The mountain where the Jingming sect is located.

"on fire!!!"

"The Suzerain Hall is on fire!!"

"Hurry up and put out the fire!!"

"The Hall of Martial Arts is also on fire!!!"

"what happened?"

An old Taoist priest with white beard and hair came out of the room in disarray, frowned and said as he watched the disciple hurrying with a bucket.

"Sovereign Master." Seeing the old Taoist priest, several disciples quickly lowered their heads and shouted, "Our Jingming sect is on fire for some reason, and everyone is fighting the fire."

"What!" The old Taoist stared and shouted angrily, "Then why are you still here? Hurry up and put out the fire!"

"Yes." Several disciples quickly responded, holding buckets and rushing back and forth between the well and the fire.

"Why did you suddenly get angry?" Seeing the flames everywhere, the old Taoist priest of the Jingyue Sect frowned and felt that something must be wrong.

But I couldn't figure out what was going on, but I just faintly felt an ominous sign.

"You are the head of the Jingming sect?"

Just when the old man was wondering, he saw an eight or nine-month-old laughing girl appearing in front of him and asking.

"That's right, the old man is, who are you?" The old man asked with a startled expression.

"This man was able to appear beside me silently without being noticed. It seems that lightness kung fu is absolutely superior!"

"That's right!" The man nodded and waved a sword energy straight to the old man's throat!

The old man's expression was startled, and before he was ready to dodge, he felt a tickle on his neck, he pointed at the man in disbelief and asked, "Why?

The man smiled disdainfully, stepped forward to look at the old man and said, "I am Xuanhuang Sect Master Duanlang, now you know why?"

"Broken!!" Hearing Duanlang's words, the old man's eyes immediately widened, and finally his neck twisted and he died.

"Come on, baby girl, let's go to the next house!"

Duan Lang hugged Duan Qingwu who had a novel face in his arms and said softly.

Then the figure disappeared in the Jingyue faction in a flash.

Fenxiang Temple.!

"on fire!!"

"The Sutra Pavilion is on fire!"

"Hurry up and put out the fire!!

At this time, Duan Lang was holding the blue-bottomed doll Duan Qingwu and wandering among the buildings of Fenxiang Temple.

Basically, Duan Qingwu would light a fire wherever she went, which was in the rhythm of cultivating her into a witch.

"what happened??"

At this time, a neatly dressed monk with a silver beard grabbed a young monk and asked, "Why did it suddenly catch fire?"

"Elder, I don't know." The young monk looked anxious for fear that the old monk in front of him would shoot himself to death in a fit of anger.

"What are you panicking about? Where's the abbot?" The old monk frowned and asked softly.

"Abbot Fang went to Yihong Courtyard and hasn't come back yet."

The little monk stammered, with panic in his eyes and a hint of envy at the same time, it seemed that he also wanted to go.

"You bastard!!" The old man shouted and said angrily, "The abbot of the majestic temple is addicted to wine and sex every day. It's just ruining the atmosphere of Buddhism."

However, I was thinking in my heart: "Cao Nima's dead heart, she didn't call me when she went to whoring, just wait for me, next time I will definitely ask you to pay me money, I will choose two more."

"Yes, the elder is right." The little monk nodded in agreement and whispered: "Then can I go to fight the fire?"

"Let's go soon!!"

The old monk yelled angrily, and the young monk was so frightened that he hurried to put out the fire.

"Whoring? Playing so flamboyantly?" Duanlang not far away muttered with a strange expression.

"I have been in this world for more than ten years and I haven't seen what a brothel is like. Why don't you go and see it?"

When Duanlang was about to move, he couldn't help but stare at the curious daughter in his arms, and then said solemnly: "You can't go to that place, forget it!"

After that, another sword energy went straight to the elder just now.

Seeing the old monk collapsed on the ground, Duanlang turned around again and disappeared into the fire.

Yuzhou City.

In a room in Yihong Courtyard

A woman in ragged clothes was caressing a bald head exposed under the quilt and said with a light smile, "The abbot is so kind to Xiaochun. He has been here to accompany him for several days."

"Heh heh huh*! Since you know how good the poor monk is, why don't you serve me wholeheartedly?"

The old monk grinned and threw himself into the woman's arms.

However, after a while, the old monk convulsed and lay on the woman's body without moving.

"Abbot, why is it so fast this time? Is it false?"

Seeing that the old monk was silent so quickly, the woman couldn't help being taken aback, then pushed the old monk on her chest and asked softly.

However, the woman didn't get a response, but felt a burst of warmth in her chest, and pushed the old monk away with all her strength!

"Ah!!! Dead!!"

At this time, on the opposite roof of the room, a man with bloody hair and black robe was hugging a female doll, shook his head slightly, sighed and disappeared in place.

"Oh. The taste is too strong! I can't stand it."

When he left, the female doll in the man's arms stretched out her finger, and shot a dazzling flame at the attic biu just now.

Duan Qingwu felt that she couldn't come in vain, she had to set fire to it.

That is to say, on this night, more than a dozen sects and sects in the Central Plains encountered a fire, burning down the main hall of the suzerain, the martial arts pavilion, and even the underwear of the disciples of the sect!

It can be said that those who hear it are sad, and those who see it cry.

Although not many people from the major sects died, the suzerains in their sects were indeed dead and missing.

With the death of the suzerain and the disappearance of the martial arts hall, it will be even more difficult for these sects to become famous in the Central Plains martial arts.

Such a bizarre tragedy caused a lot of discussion in the Central Plains martial arts, thinking that it must be the same person, and gave this person the title of a devil.

Everyone in the remaining sects in the martial arts world is in danger, and even organized a demon-killing alliance to avoid this fate.

At this time, he took Duan Qingwu who had had enough fun and went to Xuanhuangzong.

"You've gone too far!!"

However, at this moment a voice came from a distance.

Duanlang couldn't help but stop and looked into the distance, smiled and said, "Has it passed? Why don't I think so."

"These people took advantage of me not to agree with the fake Dugu side to try to hide me in Huangcheng, and almost caused an accident to my wife and daughter. I think it's a bit cheap for them to do so."

"What you're doing is just consuming the vitality of our Central Plains, and it will make us weaker than others!"

The faint voice from afar came again, along with the pitiful sound of the erhu.

"Senior, you think highly of them. No matter what catastrophe our Central Plains will experience, it will never be those people who are greedy for life and afraid of death who will really contribute."

Duanlang didn't think the other party was long-winded, instead he stood in place and chatted with the other party.