"In the Ming Cult, there are many masters. If you didn't kill each other and split into pieces, how could you be destroyed?"

"In terms of today's affairs, if you seven of you were not fighting for your own palms, I would quietly get the light head. How could you succeed in one blow?"

"This is called God's evil, but you can still live, but you can't live!"

"Haha, I never thought that the mighty Ming Cult, Yang Dingtian, would end up like this once he died."

"Haha, no matter what Ming Cult you are, no matter what the light commander you are, the four great Dharma kings, the five banner masters, and the five scattered people, under my gunpowder, all of them turned into ashes!"

"I have even thought of the rumors in the world that Shaolin monks pointed to the destruction of the Ming Cult, and the demons of the Guangming Top returned to the West! Do you think this is a good word?"

"Ha ha ha ha…"

In the Guangmingding Hall, only the man in gray raised his head and laughed echoed.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from behind him: "Become a Kungou thief, come and take your time!"

At the same time, a powerful palm force came, causing the man in gray, Cheng Kun, to stand up all over his body, and the alarm bell in his mind was shaking.

As his mind turned, Cheng Kun had no time to think too much. He raised his internal strength and suddenly turned around. He used a illusionate Yin finger to move behind him.

Before the palm reaches, the force arrives first!

A powerful palm force filled with the most yang and the most powerful came towards Cheng Kun, just like Mount Tai pressing the top of the head.

"Bang!"

The palm hit Cheng Kun with a loud "bang!"

Cheng Kun, who was still arrogant just now, had a sharp change in his face and his eyes were bulging, as if he was about to explode. He couldn't help but retreat quickly after the palm power came.

"puff!"

Cheng Kun's face turned from red to white, from white to purple, and turned black. Then, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, but Yang Xiao, who had sharp eyes, found that there were some internal organ fragments mixed in the blood on the ground.

"Bang!" After sliding several feet away, Cheng Kun fell heavily to the ground, struggled twice, and fainted.

Cheng Kun's full force hit the Illusion Yin finger, and the heavy blow hit Zhang Cuishan, but it was like a scattered thigh, without any force.

At this time, Zhang Cuishan had already achieved great success in the practice of "Nine Yang Divine Arts". When the internal force flowed, when an external force suddenly attacked, he naturally developed a counterattack.

As soon as the yin finger power came, it was shocked out of the body by Zhang Cuishan's protective force.

"Hiss!" × 7

Sitting cross-legged, seriously injured, Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, Wusanren and other Ming Cult masters were watching this sudden scene and couldn't help but take a breath.

Is Cheng Kun strong?

Strong! Very strong!

Although he instantly defeated Yang Xiao and seven others with sneak attacks, he seemed despicable and shameless.

In fact, Yang Xiao and others had to admit in their hearts that even if they were fighting alone openly, any of them would not be Cheng Kun's opponent.

It was Cheng Kun, who was so powerful, just now, he was seriously injured by the man who suddenly came, and fell to the ground and fainted.

What is this person's strength?

who is he?

What is his purpose in coming to Guangmingding?

All kinds of questions arose in the hearts of Yang Xiao and the seven others.

At this moment, Zhang Cuishan walked in with great strides, and his figure came into everyone's eyes, as if it was as majestic as a mountain.

"Huh? It's him?"

Yang Xiao exclaimed and murmured to himself.

Wei Yixiao, who was sitting beside him, could not say anything, Leng Qian and others looked over after hearing Yang Xiao's words.

Wei Yixiao asked, "Who is he? Does Yang Zuozhi know him?"

Yang Xiao showed an indescribable feeling on his face and said softly: "His name is Zhang Cuishan, the fifth disciple of Zhang Zhenren of Wudang, and the son-in-law of the White-Browed Eagle King!"

"Yes, I'm Zhang Cuishan!"

Hearing the whispers of Yang Xiao and others, Zhang Cuishan sat down with a big golden sword and said aloud.

Yang Xiao pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, probably because of the injury. Then he frowned again and said with a wry smile: "Zhang Wuxia, we're meeting again!"

"Yes, Yang Zuoshi, it's been a long time since he was gone!"

Zhang Cuishan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "But I found that every time I meet, you are in a bad luck!"

When Yang Xiao heard this, his face was so bitter that water dripped out. He let out a long sigh and sighed: "The past is unbearable to look back. This time, Zhang Wuxia attacked and injured this thief, which saved Yang Xiao and his brothers' lives."

"The grace of saving lives is greater than that of heaven, and we must repay you!"

"From now on, Zhang Wuxia has given instructions, even if Yang Xiao goes up to the mountain of swords and falls into the sea of ​​fire, he will not hesitate!"

As he spoke, Yang Xiao showed a firm look on his face, obviously from the heart.

Wei Yixiao and others burst into tears, and they felt that Yang Xiao was confused. Now he was seriously injured. Even if the other party injured Cheng Kun, how could he know that it was not a front-drive wolf and later tiger?

If you are verbal in this way, you will definitely be subject to others in the future.

Zhang Cuishan felt happy, and what he was waiting for was your words!

But his face did not show any signs, and he asked deliberately: "Why, will you die immediately if I ask you to commit suicide?"

Yang Xiao raised his eyebrows and replied without hesitation: "If Zhang Wuxia wants Yang Xiao to die, I will break my heart and repay Zhang Wuxia's life-saving grace!"

"But, in this way, Zhang Wuxia's life-saving grace will be paid off. I hope Zhang Wuxia will not make things difficult for my brothers in the future!"

As soon as these words were said, Wei Yixiao and others were shocked.

Only then did they realize that Yang Xiao took all his life-saving grace to him, but he didn't want to implicate them.

Thinking of this, Wei Yixiao and others couldn't help but feel excited and burst into tears.

"Yang Xiao, why are you doing this!"

"Yes, we will repay Zhang Wuxia's life-saving grace, and don't want you to repay it with your life!"

"No! I'll do it!"

Everyone spoke out to dissuade them, even Leng Qian, who was talking less, was no exception.

Seeing that everyone understood what they meant, Yang Xiao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in secret. He naturally had his own thoughts when he did this.

He knows Zhang Cuishan quite well.

He is a decent person and a pedantic person. In addition, his identity as the son-in-law of the White-Browed Eagle King and the Brother of the Golden Lion King can be regarded as half a member of the Ming Cult.

As the saying goes, a gentleman deceives him with a way!

Yang Xiao is gambling.

He bets that Zhang Cuishan would not let himself die easily.

This is called retreating to advance!

These thoughts just flashed through Yang Xiao's mind. When he saw everyone clamoring, he couldn't help but say loudly: "Okay, I have decided, you don't have to say more!"

After saying that, he turned his head, his eyes flashed, and looked at Zhang Cuishan, and said, "Please ask Zhang Wuxia to speak. If Yang Xiao frowned, he would be considered to be raised by his mother!"

"hehe!"

Looking at this scene, Zhang Cuishan chuckled: "What did Yang Zuo say? Isn't Zhang the one who repays kindness with his gratitude!"

"However, it is hard to let go of the left envoy's kindness, so I will reluctantly ask you for something to offset this matter, which is not too much!"

When Yang Xiao heard this, he was delighted and said in his mind that he had the right bet!

He couldn't help but ask, "I wonder what Zhang Wuxia wants?"
Chapter completed!