Chapter 1515 I''m here (the fattening meow rolling)


    Martial Arts Conference.


    Generally speaking, the martial arts conference is a grand event.


    Many famous sects will come to participate, and even casual tourists from the martial arts conference will come to see the style of the martial arts conference.


    Even ordinary people who don’t understand martial arts will hang out and watch the fun, or sell snacks outside to earn some extra money.


    But this time it''s different.


    There were many people coming to Shaolin to attend the martial arts conference, but there was no noise at all. They either rode horses or took a carriage to the entrance of Xi Shaolin Temple, then got off the car, greeted the monk silently, and walked into it. There was no extra greetings, no chat.


    Solemn, solemn, silent.


    The huge martial arts performance venue of Xi Shaolin Temple was full of people, including men and women, old and young. They come from different places, different sects, different gangs, and different families.


    The identities are also different, including children, partners, and parents.


    However, their dressing is surprisingly consistent.


    Everyone has white cloth strips tied around their heads and black veils wrapped around their sleeves, which is true for everyone. Whether it is an old man over 50 years old or a child who is learning to speak. Their eyes were red and they stood silently on the martial arts field, as if they were attending a martial arts conference, but a funeral.


    Li Xunhuan stood in the crowd, looking depressed.


    Five days ago, he was released from prison - when he sent Long Xiaoyun''s body back to the Long family, he was locked up.


    Until five days ago, Long Xiaoyun let him out and asked him for only one thing.


    Avenge your dead son.


    Li Xunhuan didn''t know whether he should do this, but he knew he had no choice, especially when he saw Lin Shiyin not far away.


    At this moment, the woman who once made Li Xunhuan dream of her has become extremely haggard, but she is extremely strong. She stood there silently, with a long sword hanging around her waist and a white cloth strip tied to her forehead. She didn''t cry because her tears had already dried up - no mother would not cry when she saw her son''s miserable appearance. She could not even cry.


    Maybe if she continues to cry, what she shed will be blood, not tears.


    Li Xunhuan couldn''t bear to see her like this, he knew he had no choice.


    But... he wasn''t sure whether he had the ability.


    Indeed, Xiao Li''s flying knife is indeed a false example.


    But what if the other party is a stubborn stone?


    Li Xunhuan looked at the flying knife in his hand. This flying knife was not what he usually used and could be seen everywhere. It was given to him by Long Xiaoyun, who said that it was created by the number one sword-making master in the Western Wushu. It uses meteorite iron from the sky, blowing hair and cutting iron like mud. But this meteorite itself is only as big as a finger. Originally, the other party planned to melt the meteorite iron and mix it with other materials into a sword, but now he has turned it into a flying knife.


    Li Xunhuan tried it and it was indeed peeled with iron like mud. No matter how thick the iron plate was in front of it, it was as fragile as tofu.


    But can this deal with that man?


    The huge figure appeared in Li Xunhuan''s mind again. The words he looked at him, and the mocking eyes he said.


    More and more people.


    People brought in by the monks will consciously stand in the queue, lower their heads, speak without saying anything, and remain silent. Li Xunhuan didn''t like this kind of environment. He felt that it was like a cemetery. Everyone stood here and was mourning. It was full of sadness and death, but there was nothing he liked.


    He wanted to drink, but Shaolin Temple naturally had no alcohol. There were only those visitors full of sadness, and the monks standing on both sides of the martial arts field with their hands folded together, closing their eyes and silently reciting the scriptures.


    Is it to save the dead souls? Or cheer yourself up?


    Li Xunhuan suddenly wanted to laugh, and laughed loudly regardless of everything. But he couldn''t do it because Lin Shiyin was by his side. Although she held another man''s hand, he couldn''t do it either. He didn''t want Lin Shiyin to be sad anymore. Maybe... maybe this is indeed what he can do.


    “Amitabha……”


    The bell rang, and everyone raised their heads and watched Master Shaolin Xinhu slowly walk forward. There was a person beside him.


    A man in a yellow shirt.


    The leader of the Money Gang - Shangguan Jinhong.


    He also had a strip of white cloth tied on his head - his son was dead, and he wanted to prove that he could rob and kill the terrible man, and then only a headless corpse was left.


    There is no difference from others.


    Even the son of Shangguan Jinhong, the leader of the No. 1 Golden Gang in the Western Wulin world, was just a corpse after his death.


    Even if it is the money gang...


    Li Xunhuan looked at them silently and looked at their words. They were sad, angry, and sad, just like everyone present. They hated the demon because he took away his closest relatives. So they want to kill him and never stop.


    Never stop until death!


    When Shangguan Jinhong roared this sentence, everyone present roared. This should not have been said in Buddhism, but even the Shaolin monks remained silent. Li Xunhuan looked at Master Xinhu, who folded his hands together and lowered his head without saying a word. He thought all this was funny, and the reason why those people died was because they wanted to kill him. But now, they act as if they are the one who has suffered grievances and injustice.


    Why?


    Because they were unable to kill him, they were killed by him instead.


    So, shouldn’t they blame themselves?


    If they weren''t that stupid, they wouldn''t be killed.


    Li Xunhuan looked at all this as if he was just a spectator, indifferent and alienated, and seemed to have nothing to do with him.


    He just wants to drink now.


    Unfortunately, there is no wine here.


    "No need to be so troublesome, I''m already here."


    Before Shangguan Jinhong''s voice could be finished, suddenly, a low voice sounded. When he heard the world, the originally noisy martial arts performance venue instantly became even more silent than the cemetery. Li Xunhuan''s heart beat, he opened his eyes and turned his head - everyone turned his head and looked behind him. It’s dusk now.


    The setting sun is like blood.


    A tall figure slowly walked up the steps, facing the blood-red sunset, the sunlight shone on him, covering his whole body in the dark shadow. As he advanced, the elongated black shadow began to sway, as if a demon with life was smiling at everything in front of him.


    He was still in that strange dress, a strange outer jacket, and a strange outfit. To be honest, Li Xunhuan suddenly realized that when he first met him, he seemed to have completely ignored this point. At that time, he only remembered the terrifying face in his head, which was a face that carved the words hideous on his face. Just staring at you would make you feel as if you would die.


    Or it will indeed die.


    Duanmuhuai raised his head and stood at the entrance of the martial arts venue, alone, but it gave people the feeling that thousands of troops blocked the entire entrance.


    "What''s wrong?"


    Looking at the silent crowd in front of him, Duanmu Huai sneered.


    "I''m here, come and see how many of you still want to kill me?"


    "Everyone here wants to kill you!"


    A sharp voice came from the crowd, but Duanmu Huai didn''t care at all.


    "Then come on, it doesn''t matter if you go together."


    He spread his hands and stared at the people in front of him.


    "Hurry up, what are you waiting for? Didn''t you shout so hard just now? Why are you scared now?"


    “Amitabha……”


    Master Xinhu proclaimed the Buddha''s name and looked at Duanmu Huai.


    "Tan Yue, don''t commit another murderous crime. Put down the butcher''s knife and become a Buddha immediately."


    Duanmuhuai shrugged.


    "They want to kill me, so I killed them. I don''t think this is called killing. I don''t think there is no fool in the world who will stand there and let others cut them."


    “………………”


    Master Xinhu was silent for a moment and spoke again.


    "If Tan Yue is willing to stop, worship Buddha with peace of mind in this temple, and recite scriptures and reassure the dead, then I can protect Tan Yue for the rest of his life."


    "I''m not here to listen to nonsense."


    However, Duanmu Huai was obviously not interested in this, and he coldly interrupted Master Xinhu''s speech.


    "You want to kill me, so I''m here."


    "So, why did Tan Yue come here?"


    "Um………"


    Duanmu Huai thought for a moment.


    "Actually, I''m just here to find an answer."


    "Answer?"


    "Yes, it''s said that when will the revenge be repaid, I''m very curious now how long will that last."


    Speaking of this, Duanmu Huai grinned and showed a ferocious smile.


    “So I’m here.”


    As he spoke, Duanmu Huai looked at everyone and spread his hands.


    "So, are you going to do it at all?"


    “………………”


    No one spoke.


    Everyone looked at him without saying a word. They were clearly holding a magnificent oath meeting just now. But when he actually appeared before them, they seemed to realize why everyone facing this man was dead. Because he is not like a person at all, but more like a bloodthirsty devil and a terrifying monster. The murderous intent of his eyes was as physical as it was enough to make them unable to act. Just seeing his terrifying face and hearing his voice made people tremble unceasingly from their souls to their bodies.


    "Damn it, a bunch of cowards."


    After waiting for a long time, no one came out. Duanmu Huai was obviously very disappointed. He muttered helplessly, then turned around and prepared to leave.


    At this moment, the crowd moved.


    Just as Duanmu Huai turned around, lowered his head, and looked at the steps in front of him, the crowd that was originally motionless finally moved!


    Hundreds of tourists from the world jumped up, wearing black clothes and holding various weapons in their hands, and rushed towards Duanmu Huai!


    Swords, spears, halberds, hidden weapons, poisons, sword energy, palm power.


    Not hundreds, but thousands!


    Duanmu Huai did not turn around, and he didn''t even look up.


    Immediately afterwards, the waves formed by the crowd completely swallowed him up.


    (This chapter ends)