Chapter 751

The three leaders did not move. They looked at the fifth floor of the bamboo building not far away. Cold sweat slipped and soon soaked their clothes and Taoist robes.

On the fifth floor, the cloth robed boy who talked, laughed and drank was like a sharp thorn, which pierced into the bottom of their heart along their eyes, and a cold air rose from the pierced bottom of their heart, making them seem to be at the bottom of the glacier.

As early as before entering the bamboo forest, they had guessed, but no matter who couldn't believe it, there was still a fluke in the bottom of their heart.

"Big brother... What should I do now?" the second dragon head dark cloud couldn't fly and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. His face was pale, and the voice asked.

"Damn it, it's him!" Han Decheng, the leader, returned to his senses, but his expression was still stiff. He glanced at Dong Lianyu, the third leader on the other side, and gnashed his teeth: "old three... It's all your sister's good work! If it weren't for your sister, we wouldn't provoke such people! Alas!"

Dong Qiyu hasn't recovered until now. He looks up at the enviable scene on the fifth floor Pavilion, his body trembles slightly, and his eyes are full of jealousy.

In front of the cloth robed boy, the male and ugly friar talked and laughed happily. This man's face was very strange and his bearing was unique. His identity was ready to be revealed. He was yuan Shitian, who ranked seventh in the potential list of Empress Dowager! At the side of the young man, the beautiful woman in white, tall and soul stirring with a smile and a frown, didn't want to know that it was the emperor's Queen Shuangshu's heart moon!

Dong Qinyu stood under the bamboo building and looked up at the scene he had been dreaming about not long ago. He couldn't hear the sound of the big dragon head coming into the secret, so he was lost.

"A twelve or thirteen young man can accomplish such a feat. His legendary level is not weak. The Kongming monk of your Qianlong Academy in the past. Unfortunately, no one knows his real identity, appearance and name before today."

A core friar standing not far from Han Decheng sighed and turned to the three faucets. He looked curious: "this person's last name is very, and Han faucet must know."

Han Decheng's face changed slightly. He opened his mouth and said, "he is..."

Seeing Han Decheng's desire to talk and stop, he looked bitter and unspeakable. The core Friar's eyes flashed and reacted in two or three moments. He smiled and didn't continue to ask, but deliberately or unintentionally moved away a few steps to keep a distance from the three faucets.

Before that, the six monastery disciples who fought with Luo Chuan understood what had happened early and whispered something to their companions. Gradually, the monastery disciples who came to the banquet looked more and more strange and indifferent at the three faucets, and walked aside one after another to draw a line with the faucet.

No matter whether the truth is like what Longtou would say, the energy shown by the cloth robed youth on the pavilion is enough to throw Longtou out of ten streets, let alone kill hundreds of demons and make great contributions to Guangtian Pusheng.

Not only the distinguished disciples from the four monasteries, but also the disciples of the Qianlong academy, and even many friars of the dragon head Association, their eyes at the three dragon heads became complicated.

Feeling the reproach, disgust and distrust of the monks under their command, the second leader Mo Yunfei was on pins and needles, the cold sweat flowed down, and looked anxiously at the big leader: "brother, what should I do now? The brothers' hearts are about to break up."

The dragon head closed his eyes, opened it slowly for a long time, and took a long breath: "I have sent a secret letter to my uncle. If he comes forward, I can at least get out of my body."

On the fifth floor of the attic, Luo Chuan drank another wine and looked at the sky. Then he looked at the people in the hall and smiled: "you guys have had enough trouble, so let's end it."

"That's enough?" you tired Sheng leaned over and looked at the monks outside the bamboo building and smiled. "Brother Luo is really good tempered and can tolerate those people for so long."

"Hehe, brother Luo doesn't want to quarrel with those little people, which we all know." Kong Yufeng also put down his wine lamp and said with a smile: "but at the thought that even the friars of the Qianlong academy dare to pull the tiger skin and pull the flag and falsely accuse brother Luo, we are really angry."

"Good brother, we're all here. You can't let us leave without doing anything. What do you say tonight, I have to give you the boss of the whole dragon head club. How about, boss Luo?" Qi Xinyue patted Luo Chuan's hand gently and said a pun.

"Hehe, Yuan agrees. Now that you're here, just make another mischief before the branch." yuan Shitian smiled and raised his wine to Luo Chuan.

With Qi Xinyue and Yuan Shitian taking the lead, the descendants of the emperor cheered one after another and coaxed loudly. Yan Xiaoyi and Cheng Xiaobing made the most noise.

Liu Yufa was already drunk and asleep, while Huang Wei, who had been awake all the time, was silly.

He didn't know the true identity of these monks until just now. At that time, he was very frightened. However, he only thought that the descendants of the emperor came to the banquet today, just coincidentally caught up with the celebration banquet of the dragon head meeting. Unexpectedly, more than 20 descendants of emperors came together just to vent their anger for Luochuan.

At the thought of the powerful imperial family behind the descendants of emperors, Huang Wei's heartbeat has reached the highest point. Maybe he can't see it again.

Also secretly frightened, there are nine prospective teachers. Their identities are different. They are all famous talents in Guangtian Pusheng. Naturally, they can be recognized by the descendants of the emperor. As soon as they went upstairs, they were pulled down to drink before they even said a word. They witnessed Luo Chuan's prestige and status among the descendants of the emperor.

Although Zhuo Laosheng and others have heard about the incident two months ago, they don't believe it very much. Not to mention a 12-year-old boy, even the top little Dharma Master in Guangtian Pusheng, can't complete those feats alone. The reason why they applied to their respective departments for special recruitment of Luo Chuan is mostly because of the terrorist performance of Luo Chuan on the third floor of the Sutra building.

Such a person, if he represents the Department to take the big exam, is definitely the existence of meeting Buddha and killing Buddha and seeing God and killing God.

It was not until tonight that Zhuo Laosheng and other prospective teachers gradually believed what happened two months ago and looked at Luo Chuan with increasing surprise and excitement.

"Everyone, Luo Mou thanks your brothers for their kindness. However, it's really enough. I'm sure the dragon head club doesn't dare to do anything again. Let's stop." Luo Chuan raised his wine lamp and smiled.

"Compared with what brother Luo did for us, this little thing is nothing." you tired Sheng sighed.

Most of the descendants of the emperor showed a disappointed look, while Zhuo Laosheng and others nodded secretly. They thought that Luo Chuan could accept and release, but he was not a complacent generation.

Just then, there was a sudden silence inside and outside the bamboo forest.

The long wind roared, but no bamboo swayed. The powerful pressure came from a distance and swept the Qianlong yard!

The sky is full of clouds. A dark cloud floats across the bright moon and suddenly stops to cover the moonlight.

In front of the bamboo building, in front of Han Decheng, a man suddenly appeared.

The man had long hair and fierce eyebrows and wore a black robe. This black robe is not uncommon in Guangtian Pusheng. When you go down to the friar of Qianlong academy and up to the intermediate master, you will be secretly surprised to see the black robe appear.

The black robed man, a friar of Guangtian Pusheng punishment team, is directly under Three Dharma Masters.

In front of the black robed man, his waist card is red, which represents the identity of the leader of Guangtian Pusheng punishment team. His authority is second only to the small Dharma Master and slightly higher than the senior master.

The man stood in front of Han Decheng, expressionless and not angry.

Han Decheng blushed, lowered his head, looked like a younger generation who had made a mistake, and whispered something.

On the bamboo tower, yuan Shitian, Qi Xinyue, Zhuo Laosheng and others frowned one after another.

"It seems that the relationship between Han Longtou and captain Feng is not as simple as legend." yuan Shitian said, looking a little dignified.

"There seems to be some trouble." Kong Yufeng frowned and whispered.

Luo Chuan glanced at the silent people and looked puzzled.

"Brother Chuan, you don't know. Guangtian Pusheng punishment team has a rule of death... One day you enter the punishment team, you have to swear allegiance to Guangtian Pusheng all your life, and you can't leave Outland all your life." Qi Xinyue whispered in Luo Chuan's ear.

Luo Chuan shows a clear color. He can't leave Outland all his life. Then he doesn't need to care who has great power outside. He can enforce the law in Guangtian Pusheng without scruples. As long as the pure land is not captured for a day, they don't have to worry about others. Although this is convenient for the penalty team to enforce the law in Guangtian Pusheng, it also has disadvantages, that is, no one can stop them except the Three Dharma Masters and the elders of the Taoist school. Over time, it has formed a force in Guangtian Pusheng.

Perhaps what Guangtian Pusheng wants is this result. Through the iron faced and ruthless punishment team, we can create an iron blood friar army to fight against the demon cult palace. As for the power of the penalty team, it can't be greater than the great Dharma Master. As long as the senior level of the Taoist school is willing, it can be dissolved at any time.

Luo Chuan was thinking that the man had turned and looked at him.

The black robed man patted Han Decheng on the shoulder, and they disappeared at the same time. The next moment, they appeared on the fifth floor of the bamboo building.

Captain Feng didn't speak, but the pressure without anger spread instantly.

As far as Luo Chuan could see, yuan Shitian, Kong Yufeng, you feisheng, including Zhuo Laosheng, bent down uncontrollably. Everyone was flushed. They wanted to resist the pressure, but there was nothing they could do.

"No gift." Captain Feng said faintly.

The voice fell, and the pressure disappeared completely. The people stood up straight. Zhuo Laosheng and others were expressionless. The descendants of the emperor showed anger, but the other party was a great master of the fourth level of Taoist wheel. They left their hometown and far away from the emperor's family. In the face of the inhuman punishment team, they could only bear this evil spirit.

Luo Chuan saw all this and did not speak.

Captain Feng looked at Luo Chuan and said in a deep voice, "everything is clear. It's really Han Decheng who is wrong. Han Decheng, don't apologize soon!"

Han Decheng looked respectful, arched his hand to Luo Chuan and said with a smile, "all this is wrong. This Tao is here to apologize to Luo Daoyou."

"Well, that's it." Captain Feng nodded with satisfaction. "The Taoist academy is making every effort to prepare a major event. You must have heard of it. If you say it's big or small, don't give your head a headache."