"Guozhong! Don't move...! Don't move..." Old Liu was scared and sweated. This was a real submachine gun. He saw the master after he was hit...

"I'm very curious, how could the head teacher's jade pendant be in your hands?" said the old man, "Where did your sword come from? Ma Sijia passed it to you?"

"What does this have to do with you?" Zhang Guozhong looked at this seemingly kind old man fiercely, with a handsome face and a kind face. No matter how you look at him, he doesn't seem to do bad things. He knows people but not his heart!

"Oh...!" The old man took Juque's arrow handle and poked Zhang Guozhong's belly. Zhang Guozhong almost vomited out the pain, and his eyes were bleeding.

"It has nothing to do with me for a long time, but I'm curious..." The old man said that, he turned the direction of the sword, and put the blade on Zhang Guozhong's neck, "Give you a chance to let the police catch you, tell me who you are and who asked you to come!"

"Mr. Zhang...Mr. Liu, don't move..." Ayerxun's voice suddenly came from the headphones of Zhang Guozhong and Old Liu. At the same time, a red dot appeared on the head of the guard who was pressing a gun on Zhang Guozhong's chest. "Mr. Zhang, I'll count one, two, three, are you sure to avoid the old man's sword? If you are sure, you cough!"

To be honest, Zhang Guozhong was not sure that he could dodge the sword, so he did not cough. Instead, he slowly pushed the blade away with his hand, "Please take the sword away, I'll tell you..." Just as the old man pulled back the sword, he heard a bang, and the guard's head was blooming, and his brain splashed on Zhang Guozhong. Another guard instinctively shot at the place where Alxun shot was a shuttle. He heard a thump outside the wall, and he didn't know whether Alxun jumped off the wall or was shot down by the bullet. Taking advantage of this time, Old Liu pulled out the dragon scales and was distracted by the old man. Zhang Guozhong was a sweeping leg below. The old man was excited and rushed back for more than one battle, which made Zhang Guozhong stunned. His skills were probably no longer under the master.

"shit!" The guard roared, turned around and pointed it at Zhang Guozhong and Lao Liu's head (the two were standing in the same line at this time). Facing the black muzzle, Zhang Guozhong closed his eyes and thought to himself that he was done. At this moment, he heard a gunshot suddenly coming from outside the door, and a plop, and Zhang Guozhong felt that someone in front of him fell to the ground.

"I'm dead?" Zhang Guozhong touched his body, as if he was not injured. He opened his eyes and found that the guard was lying on the ground. Sun Ting was standing at the door with a submachine gun, and the light on the gun was shining on the old man. "Mr. Li Zhenluan, you'd better not move, I don't want to kill someone..." Sun Ting's breathing was rapid, obviously very nervous.

"You have already killed someone..." The old man slowly turned around and faced Sun Ting, pretending to throw Juque on the ground with one hand, but the other hand secretly touched behind him.

"No! He wants to play tricks!" Zhang Guozhong stepped forward and kicked the old man's back. Old Liu also rushed up, pulling a dagger and sweeping the old man's neck. These two moves were all deadly. Ordinary people could drink a pot of any move...

"Mr. Zhang! Don't come here!" After killing the guard, Sun Ting was nervous, thinking that this time he really killed someone, and had no grudges with him, his hands were trembling a little. Zhang Guozhong and Lao Liu stepped forward and didn't know where to look. The old man didn't look back at the back. He flashed to the side and dodged Zhang Guozhong's feet, and then grabbed Lao Liu's wrist with a bang. The movement was so fast that Lao Liu's head did not react at all. He heard a sound of dislocating bones. Lao Liu's head screamed and the dragon scale dagger landed on the ground, "Have you really learned from Ma Sijia?" The old man calmly raised his foot and kicked Old Liu's head instantly and was kicked more than one foot away. He fell to the ground and fainted without even humming.

"Senior Brother!!" Zhang Guozhong picked up Juque from the ground and was about to wave his hand, but suddenly he felt a cold neck. He saw a sharp sword with a shining shining light on his neck...

"Put down the gun..." The old man seemed to be calm in his tone, "It's really better than a nest..."

Sun Ting was also panicked, with corpses all over the ground. An archaeologist had never seen this formation before... Instinctively took two steps back, looked at Zhang Guozhong, opened his mouth twice but couldn't speak.

"Mr. Sun! Shoot quickly!" Zhang Guozhong said gritting his teeth.

"I said... put...the gun...down..." The old man took a deep breath and said slowly, "Don't you want to see your friend's head move..." After saying that, his arm shook, and a stream of blood immediately flowed down Zhang Guozhong's neck.

"Okay...! OK... don't do anything randomly..." Sun Ting lowered his head and placed the gun on the ground.

"Come on the go? I killed my people and stole my things, but I was afraid that I would do it on the go?" The old man laughed and said, "Come on!"

"Don't listen to him!" Zhang Guozhong said angrily. As soon as he said this, he suddenly felt his belly pounced on him again, and it was still in the same position as the one who stabbed him with the hilt just now. "Oh...!!"

"You feel happy with your mouth..., your flesh will suffer..." The old man turned his head to Sun Ting, "You seem to understand Chinese! I'll let you come here!"

"Don't hurt him..." Sun Ting approached the old man carefully. When he was about one meter away from the old man, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked Sun Ting in the chest. When he hit the wall and fainted, Sun Ting even heard the sound of his ribs breaking...

"I don't know what's wrong..." The old man took back his sword and looked at Zhang Guozhong who was curled up on the ground and struggling. "I really don't want to kill anyone. This will damage my reputation. I will give you another last chance. Where did this jade pendant come from..."

"I... gave it to me..."

"Oh? Your master?" The old man seemed a little unbelievable, "Who is it?"

"Ma...Chun..." Zhang Guozhong covered his stomach and even had difficulty breathing. It was estimated that these two strokes might have damaged the intestines, especially the second stroke.

"Hahahaha..." The old man smiled to the sky, and the kindness on his face finally disappeared. "I'm scared to death... I thought I still have a living... Are you the current head teacher?"

"Um…!"

"Young man, among these people, you have the best life." The old man suddenly regained kindness, "Because I decided to send you to see the immortal old man..." After that, the old man raised his sword and was about to start.

"Slow!!" Zhang Guozhong gritted his teeth and shouted, "Before I die, can you tell me who you are? What was going on?"

"Oh...ah!" The old man put down the sword raised again, sucking his teeth constantly, "What a pity, I thought you asked for forgiveness..."

"I won't beg you not to kill me, but... I beg you to tell me..." Zhang Guozhong struggled to get up, but as soon as he moved, he was hit in his stomach again. The person who suffered from plague was still the same place as before... This time he couldn't get up at all...

"If you ask other people's questions, you must be honest!" The old man suddenly became stern, just like a private school teacher educating students, "Hahaha... the head teacher asked in person, I dare not not say it! It's okay! It's better to make you feel a little uncomfortable!" The old man turned his back and sighed, "You all think I am Li Zhenluan, I really want him to take the blame for me..."

"You are not Li Zhenluan!" Zhang Guozhong reached out his right hand and secretly reached Juque.

"What are you doing with your right hand? Do you want to hear the story??" Although the old man carried his back, he knew Zhang Guozhong's every move. "My surname is Wang, do you know who it is?"

"Wang Zhenjiang!?" Zhang Guozhong said gasping.

"Well! Ma Sijia, who is blind, is actually preparing to pass the position of the head sect to Li Zhenluan, a deaf and blind trash!" As soon as he said this, Wang Zhenjiang's original affable disappeared immediately, and replaced by an indescribable cruelty and jealousy. "The five sons of Maoshan were the most famous, and I killed the most Japanese people. In terms of learning, Taoism, and art, which one is better than me? If I don't let me be the head sect, let Li Zhenluan be, I'm gonna be!" Wang Zhenjiang turned his head over and pointed at Zhang Guozhong with his finger, "No wonder the head sect is such a waste now!"...

"Deaf and blind?" Zhang Guozhong really didn't know that Li Zhenluan had sensory defects.

"Nonsense!" Wang Zhenjiang said angrily, "I saved his Ma Sijia's life! But he wants to pass the position of the head sect to that trash!"

According to Wang Zhenjiang, the five disciples of Maoshan at that time were known as the five sons of Maoshan in the Taoist sect, and they were also well-known. Originally, the eldest disciple Li Zhenluan was sure to be the heir of the sect, and there was no explanation for this book. However, when he was setting up a formation to scare the Japanese military camp, the Japanese suddenly discovered the movement. In desperation, Li Zhenluan actually put down the gossip map. In the end, not only did he not scare him into a Japanese, but his true energy flowed backwards to attract evil spirits and made himself do it again.

Deaf and blind, Wang Zhenjiang is the second disciple. Seeing the elder brother like this, he not only did not feel sad at all, but was quite happy. He thought that the position of the head of the sect would be almost certain. When one day the Japanese beat him away, the person sitting in Qianyuan Temple was the one who gave orders. Every time he thought of this, his mood was irrepressible. He would steal the Jade Pendant, the eldest disciple of Li Zhenluan, from time to time, and he would stole the Jade Pendant of Li Zhenluan from time to time to play. He was a wife who had been a wife for many years!

But who knew that things went against their wishes later. Ma Sijia actually handed over the Taoist temple to others by a tragic despair. Even the disciples and disciples were placed under someone else's banner. Moreover, judging by Ma Sijia's enthusiasm, it seemed that he had brought these five disciples out and did not plan to go back alive. This was nothing. What made Wang Zhenjiang even more depressed was that since things had reached this point, Ma Sijia actually told the five disciples that if he had one day, the overall situation would be led by Li Zhenluan. If the master and disciple were safe after the War of Resistance Against Japan, he would look for Xianshan Jianxinguan to recruit disciples and retire to the position of head sect, and the overall situation would be inherited by Li Zhenluan.

According to Wang Zhenjiang's words, it was really "heartbroken" at that time. As the War of Resistance Against Japan became increasingly fierce, the hope of killing the Japanese devils seemed to be getting slim, so Wang Zhenjiang began to think about the way out...

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