Nightwatcher

As the opening of the Buddha Pagoda is approaching, more and more people from the rivers and lakes flock to Jinguang Mountain, trying to break into the Sanhua Temple.

There was a lot of friction between the two sides, but overall they were restrained. A group of people from all walks of life did not force their way, but clamored outside the temple.

The monks of Sanhua Temple stood guard outside the temple, confronting more and more people from the rivers and lakes. .

In the main hall where the Buddha is enshrined, Master Panlong sat on the futon and discussed countermeasures with the head seat and several elders.

"That day, Li Miaozhen, the holy daughter of the sect, also came to stir up trouble. It's really hateful."

As the head of the host's successor, said in a deep voice.

"Nowadays, people from the world are gathering more and more, and they can't be driven away. What should I do?" An elder frowned.

The current situation was beyond their expectation. Originally in the Buddhist sect's consideration, Sun Xuanji of the Sitian Supervisor might mobilize the army to suppress and fight for the Dragon Qi.

In this case, King Kong of Duannan has a reason to take action, even if all the troops are here to "eliminate demons", Buddhism is also reasonable.

Alando, the holy mountain of Buddhism, can even use this as an excuse to tear up the covenant and attack Dafeng.

Of course, this is a shameless situation, and the relationship between Buddhism and Dafeng is not so bad. But Buddhism can completely blame Dafeng, demand an apology, compensation, and so on.

Unexpectedly, the Dafeng army did not come, but a large group of quacks came instead.

The Dafeng court will not pay for what these people do.

"Can't you drive away? Amitabha, then get rid of the demon." Another elder said in a deep voice.

Hearing the words, the first seat nodded slowly:

"Exactly, my Buddhist sect is pure, how can I allow the Dafeng Wufu to act fiercely. Master, why don't you set up a subduing demon formation outside the temple and let the group of ordinary people break in. This will deter the mob, and secondly, it will establish rules. Steady them.

"Although King Kong didn't say anything, he must be extremely dissatisfied in his heart. Master, we must deal with this matter well."

Everyone looked at the host.

The host pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes!"

On the mountain road, Xu Qi'an mingled in the team of the Leizhou Chamber of Commerce, led by Wenren Qianrou, and slowly approached the archway at the foot of Jinguang Mountain.

The archway is built at the foot of the mountain, three feet high, and the plaque is engraved: Sanhua Temple!

"Oh, there are quite a few people."

Li Lingsu rode on the horseback and said with a smile.

He no longer pretends to be Li Miaozhen. The scene where Sanhua Temple is facing a "siege" by heroes is all thanks to Li Miaozhen, the heroine of Feiyan. At this time, he still pretends to be Li Miaozhen.

And there is the risk of identity being exposed.

Xu Qi'an let out a "huh" and glanced around. Under the archway of Sanhua Temple, horses were tied one after another, and there were more horses tied in the woods on both sides of the mountain road.

Looking around, people from all walks of life with various weapons gathered together to chat, or leaned on the trunk of a tree with their weapons closed, or sat cross-legged on the side of the road, eating roast chicken.

Lively like a market.

There were quite a few people who came, and there were also many masters. Xu Qi'an nodded in satisfaction, which proved that his "propaganda" was effective.

This group of chaotic and neutral Jianghu people are really the best cannon fodder and pawns. Anyone can grab their wool and use them as tools.

Among the major systems, the "population" of Confucianism and warlocks is the least, and the number of warriors is the largest.

There are several times more fighters in Kyushu who follow the martial arts route than all the other major systems combined.

But according to the murals I saw in the underground palace, combined with the information provided by the ancient corpse, for a long time after the fall of gods and demons, there were only three cultivation systems in Kyushu:

One, warrior; two, way; three, monster clan.

Among them, the warriors and the monster clan have the same goal by different routes, they both temper their bodies and take the path of proving the way with strength, but the monster clan has demon pills and innate supernatural powers. And warriors have "will" and harmony.

As for Dao, it couldn't be called "Daomen" at that time, because the ancient corpse didn't know the existence of "Dao Zun". Based on this alone, it can be proved that Dao Zun is not the creator of "Tao" at all.

However, these three systems underwent completely different changes later on. Martial arts and demon arts were extremely prosperous, but the Taoist system only had three schools of "Heaven, Earth and Human", and the other schools were either annihilated or declined.

This is very unreasonable. Although the three sequelae of "Heaven, Earth and Man" are very serious, it is impossible for other genres to have such sequelae.

As a result, the three sects with major problems survived, while the other sects declined

At this time, the shout interrupted Xu Qi'an's thoughts, and someone said in surprise:

"People from the Leizhou Chamber of Commerce are here, ha, finally someone has come forward."

The one who spoke was a young man in heavy clothes, holding a spear in his hand. It was a military-style spear with an old-fashioned appearance. Must have bought it on the black market.

Selling obsolete weapons is a common profit-making method for military executives.

Wenren Qianrou turned her head and whispered a few words to a guard beside her. The guard clamped his horse's belly and rushed to the young man with the spear, asking a few words.

"Miss, the monks at Sanhua Temple are very domineering. They have already injured many people. No one is allowed to enter the temple."

The guard replied in a low voice.

Wenren Qianrou nodded, looked at Li Lingsu and Xu Qi'an, and said softly:

"Leizhou is close to the Western Regions and backed by the sect. Sanhua Temple has always been domineering. Even the government is generally unwilling to provoke them."

Xu Qi'an looked at Jin Guangshan and said, "Tell me."

"A few years ago, there was a drought near the Sanhua Temple, and the people had no crops. The monks in the temple were not productive, and life was hard to sustain. The first monk, Hengyin, went down the mountain to beg for alms, and he brought thousands of catties of grain. Hundreds of them were willing to leave. A pilgrim who spends his wealth."

Wenren Qianrou raised the corner of her mouth and said with a sneer: "Sanhua Temple survived the drought, but I don't know how many people starved to death because of it. Buddhism has always cultivated oneself first, and then people."

Xu Qi'an narrowed his eyes, "This not only violates Dafeng's law, but also violates the original agreement between Buddhism and Dafeng."

Wenren Qianrou nodded and said:

"But the chief envoy of Leizhou just climbed the mountain and entered the temple for a symbolic reprimand. Firstly, he couldn't offend the Buddhist sect, and secondly, he came to a border state. When dealing with such matters, we need to be careful and endure as much as we can.

"If things get serious, the imperial court may not be willing to turn against Buddhism. At that time, the chief envoy will be the first scapegoat. Seniors must know how powerful Buddhism is."

Xu Qi'an didn't speak anymore.

"Buddhism is the most hypocritical. Five hundred years ago, they fought wars because of the territory of the 100,000 mountains in the southern border, under the banner of being a human race."

The little white fox chirped and lashed out.

She curled up in Mu Nanzhi's warm embrace, holding a piece of sweet pastry with her two paws.

Mu Nanzhi only used a piece of pastry to successfully lure her.

After the little white fox finished eating the pastry, he pressed his two fleshy paws on Mu Nanzhi's chest, pressed hard, and said softly:

"Auntie, your breasts are bigger than Sister Yeji's."

Xu Qi'an swallowed her saliva.

The people tied up their horses and climbed up the mountain along the steps.

As they approached Sanhua Temple, they heard cheers and roars, as well as the sharp sound of weapons clashing.

"Dangdang!"

In Sanhua Temple, in the open space at the end of the stone steps, a man holding a mace was hit by several monks with sticks on various acupuncture points around his body, and his body suddenly became stiff.

The middle-aged monk in the main formation took the opportunity to turn around, injecting Qi into the wooden stick, driving the stick to rotate several times with his whole body, and smashed heavily on the head of the man with the mace.

Snapped!

The mace's man's body protection light dissipated, and bright red blood flowed down his cheeks.

The middle-aged monk's eyes flashed, and when he saw Wenren Qianrou leading the people from the Leizhou Chamber of Commerce, he immediately stretched out his stick and gently picked up the man's body with the mace.

Picked it up in front of Xu Qi'an and the others.

The expressions of the people in the surrounding arena changed slightly, and the uproar continued.

The two sides confronted each other for a long time, and finally the first person was killed. Sanhua Temple was obviously impatient and planned to kill him.

"Stinky monk, you dare to kill someone."

Someone shouted.

This is to ask the monks of Sanhua Temple if they really want to live forever.

"Duh!"

The middle-aged monk put his stick on the ground, looked around, and let out a Buddhist lion's roar:

"You and others forcibly broke into this temple with the intention of touching the Buddha's treasure. The crime should be punished. However, the abbot is merciful and does not want to commit crimes. If you want to enter the temple, you must first pass through the demon-subduing formation. Only one person is allowed to break the formation."

"Asshole!"

The common people in the rivers and lakes yelled: "Nine of you beat one, it's shameless."

The middle-aged monk said coldly: "You can also retreat."

He has a posture of Buddhism's territory and Buddhism's mastery.

Behind him, all the monks roared together.

clang!

People from all corners of the world drew out their sabers one after another and confronted the monks of Sanhua Temple.

This is the correct painting style of a monk, vicious and domineering. In comparison, Master Hengyuan has obviously gone astray. Why are there so many friends with wrong painting styles around me? Xu Qian took a step forward and asked:

"Dare to ask Master, what treasures have come out of Sanhua Temple?"

The middle-aged monk said: "The merits and virtues of the Buddha Pagoda are complete, that's all."

"I've never heard that magic weapons can also practice. Besides, the pagoda is perfect, why doesn't Sanhua Temple allow me to enter? Is it possible that we can still rob the pagoda?" Xu Qi'an asked again.

The middle-aged monk said: "What does it have to do with you, an ordinary person, who knows the magic of Buddha treasures."

Shameless, this is clearly the dragon spirit of Dafeng, how could it become a treasure of Buddhism.

Xu Qi'an didn't speak anymore, and looked far away, at the depths of the temple, the tall tower with white walls and black tiles.

In his eyes, that pagoda has another appearance, its whole body is golden, and a golden dragon shadow climbs around the pagoda and slowly walks away.

This dragon shadow is huge in size, wrapping around the towering tower. It has the same size as the dragon spirit that Emperor Jeanne stepped on that day, but the golden light is not concise enough, far less than the real body of the dragon spirit.

"Master doesn't want to say it, so let me tell you for you. According to Feiyan Nvxia, the pagoda houses the masters of the monsters and barbarians and the Witch God Sect during the Battle of Shanhaiguan. Twenty years later, those peerless masters turned into Blood pills and soul pills, this is the extraordinary opportunity, it is the help to step into the third rank."

"Nonsense!"

The middle-aged monk was furious, pointed his stick at Xu Qi'an, and said: "Don't try to deceive the crowd with your gossip, if you are a character, fight with the poor monk."

"Are you out of breath? The people who were suppressed in the Buddha Pagoda also owed their contribution to me. It would be too domineering for the Buddhist sect to monopolize the treasures. Do you think that no one will be able to rule you if you sacrifice your life to the God of the Army?"

Xu Qi'an raised his arms and called out loudly: "Everyone, Duke Wei died in battle in Jingshan City, and now the Buddhist sect deceives him into not being alive, and intends to seize the results of the Great Feng's battle twenty years ago."

"That's right, we should also have a share of the blood pill and the soul pill, why should the Buddhist sect take it all alone, and deceive me to give it to no one?"

"Hand over the blood pill, or set fire to Sanhua Temple."

Everyman in the rivers and lakes responded one after another and clamored.

Many people looked at Xu Qi'an and nodded repeatedly. What this man said made sense.

They are not robbing the Buddhist magic weapon, but the Buddhist sect is not a human being first, and they just want to get back the share that belongs to Dafeng.

The waist straightened instantly.

The middle-aged monk was furious, and stared at Xu Qi'an viciously:

"It's nonsense. There are no blood pills and soul pills in Sanhua Temple. This is someone with a heart trying to sow right and wrong."

Xu Qi'an retorted: "Believe in you, or believe in Feiyan woman, I will only judge."

People in the rivers and lakes responded again:

"Vald donkey, shameless."

"Don't monks tell lies? Open your eyes and tell lies."

When it comes to swearing, even the ten mouths of the monks of Sanhua Temple can't match the one mouth of this group of gangsters.

All kinds of obscene words are flying all over the sky, the left sentence greets the women of the whole family, and the right sentence says you are my son.

The monks are not Zen masters, and they don't have that concentration. The nine veins on the foreheads of the nine stick-wielding monks are angry.

"Bah, shameless!"

The little white fox hated the Buddhist sect the most, seeing that everyone was insulting the monk, she also cursed, and excitedly danced around in Mu Nanzhi's arms.

"Fox demon?"

The middle-aged monk wished he could beat Xu Qi'an to death with a stick. Seeing this, he seized the opportunity and shouted:

"Dare to collude with the demon clan, die!"

The stick in his hand shook out in a circular arc, and he rushed towards Mu Nanzhi with a stick.

Mu Nanzhi backed away in fright, screaming.

Xu Qi'an flashed in front of her like a ghost, raised his arm to block the vicious stick, and with a "click", the stick infused with majestic energy snapped off.

Although the aura and vigor were imprisoned by the magic nail, the flesh, muscles and bones were genuine third-grade goods, and the only ability to resist beating was retained.

The pupils of the middle-aged monk shrank slightly, and the instinct of the warrior gave a warning of the crisis. He was about to retreat and form a magic formation with his fellow disciples behind him, when a strong thought suddenly flashed in his mind:

"Fuck him!"

This thought was fleeting, but it made him lose the opportunity. Xu Qi'an gently blew out a breath, and threw green gas on the middle-aged monk's face.

"Ho, ho ho."

The middle-aged monk had difficulty breathing, his lungs were on fire, and his breathing sounded like a dilapidated bellows.

He stared at Xu Qi'an in despair, and fell to the ground staggeringly.

The mental influence of the Heart Gu combined with the Poison Gu, the effect is not bad. Well, with the current strength of the Qijue Gu, I have almost no opponents under the fourth rank. When I left the capital, my strength was at most weaker than the fifth rank.

Xu Qi'an is still very satisfied with the cultivation progress of Qijue Gu.

Just now, it was the Intention Gu that affected the middle-aged monk and made him make a wrong decision.

Seeing this scene, the people in the surrounding arena were both surprised and delighted. Just now, the middle-aged monk surrounded and killed a sixth-grade copper-skinned iron-skinned warrior with a formation.

In the end, he ran into this man in Tsing Yi, met him face to face, and fell down?

"He used poison"

In the crowd, someone said.

"It can be seen at a glance, but this monk is at least in the realm of refining gods, and ordinary plotting will not work."

Someone immediately refuted.

Everyone whispered to each other and looked at Xu Qi'an frequently, knowing that he was a master.

but

"He seems to want to poison the monk to death. If he kills the monk in Sanhua Temple, he will be retaliated against."

"The host of Sanhua Temple is a fourth-rank Zen master, so he is not easy to mess with."

"What are you afraid of? He seems to be from the Leizhou Chamber of Commerce, and there are also four ranks in the Chamber of Commerce."

Just as he was speaking, a young monk with deep eye sockets and a straight nose came out of the temple.

"Brother Jingxin."

The eight stick-wielding monks were overjoyed, pointed at Xu Qi'an, and said: "This person took the lead in causing trouble, and used indiscriminate means to sneak attack Senior Brother Yinshun."

"Put down the butcher's knife and turn around."

In the gentle voice full of compassion, there is the power to cleanse the mood, making everyone present feel soft and kind.

With the sound of "Dangdang", the weapons in everyone's hands fell to the ground.

A few seconds later, the common people in the rivers and lakes broke away from the influence of the Buddhist precepts one after another, and their faces showed surprise.

"A Herrscher? No, it might be an ascetic."

"There is a high probability that it is an ascetic monk, and the precepts of ordinary law-breakers are not so strong."

The Jianghu people in Leizhou have a very good understanding of Buddhism, which is unmatched by the Jianghu people in other states.

"Amitabha, another benefactor."

Monk Jingxin clasped his hands together, ignored everyone, and looked at Xu Qi'an with a stern expression:

"The benefactor has repeatedly come to this temple to provoke and make trouble. You need to know that Buddhism is compassionate, but there are also vajra's angry eyes."

The surrounding monks and people from all walks of life looked at Xu Qi'an to see how he would respond.

Xu Qi'an flicked his toes, and flew him to the feet of the monk Jingxin just like the middle-aged monk lifted the corpse of the sixth-rank warrior.

Monk Jingxin scooped it up with both hands, and with the help of a middle-aged monk, he frowned after examining it carefully.

"Only I can cure the poison on his body. Let us enter the temple, or he will die."

Xu Qi'an maintained his persona as a high-level person, and his tone was flat.

There is specialization in surgery, and Buddhism is not good at detoxification. Pharmacology is the domain of poison gu masters and warlocks, and Taoism is proficient.

Originally thought that Xu Qi'an was subdued, but was greatly disappointed, the eyes of the Jianghu people in Leizhou immediately lit up when they heard the words.

No wonder it is easy to return people, it turns out that they have nothing to fear.

Monk Jingxin took a deep look at Xu Qi'an, turned his body sideways, made a "please" gesture, and said:

"The benefactor can enter the temple, the poor monk decides to let you in."

One after another, they looked at Xu Qi'an in unison.

You are going to close the door and beat the dog. Xu Qi'an understood what the other party meant.

Seeing his hesitation, Monk Jingxin asked, "Why, the benefactor is timid?"

If I were ten years younger, I would be overwhelmed. Xu Qi'an stood with his hands behind his back, and said loudly: "Guys, if you don't come out at this time, when will you wait?"

After the words fell, hearty laughter came from below the stone steps: "Tang is willing to accompany Xiongtai to the temple."

Everyone looked back and saw a well-dressed man who was eight feet tall and carried two sabers walking up the steps, followed by a group of disciples who also carried two sabers.

"Double Knife Gate is here."

Someone shouted in surprise.

Xu Qi'an's eyes automatically passed over the head of the Double Swordsmen, and looked at a heroic woman behind him. She was tall, with plump lips, bright eyes, and a delicate face. She was a very sassy beauty.

It's called, it's called Liu Yun, I met her when I was in the capital.

Xu Qi'an belatedly remembered the name of this beauty, and immediately looked at the Son of Tianzong, and found that the scumbag was smiling and looking at Liu Yun with admiration.

At this time, there was a sound in the dense forest, accompanied by the clanging of armor, a young general with dark skin and bright eyes stepped out of the bushes.

He was carrying a long gun and a standard saber on his waist and crotch. His eyes were fierce and fierce, showing the chill of a soldier, and he had a straw in his mouth.

"Fangzhou town caresses Li Shaoyun!"

He leaned on a gun, squinted at the crowd, and announced his name.

"I heard that the Sanhua Temple has a treasure that can help the fourth grade step into the superhuman realm. Come and see it. Bald donkey, if you dare to stop me, I will stab you to death with one shot."

The soldiers in Leizhou are unruly, and the fourth-rank generals are even more unruly.

All the Jianghu people looked sideways, this person looked like a member of the military, his tone was arrogant, and he did not hide his aura.

This is not over yet, not long after, a loud eagle cry came from the sky.

More than a dozen red-tailed hawks with wingspans of three feet and seven feet flew from a distance, swam in the sky of Jinguang Mountain, and landed slowly.

The flapping of its wings sends out a strong wind, blowing up dust and fallen leaves.

The people below dispersed, clearing out an open space for the red-tailed hawk to land.

The leading knight, wearing armor, has the iconic dark skin of Leizhou people, a burly figure, and a thick beard.

On the back of the red-tailed fierce eagle behind him, all armored soldiers.

Yuan Yi!

The commander of Leizhou is Yuan Yi.

Most of the people in the Jianghu had no chance to meet this prominent martial artist in Leizhou, and they didn't recognize him at first, until someone in the crowd said in surprise:

"Commander Yuan Yi?"

There was an uproar all of a sudden.

A few days ago, it was reported that Yuan Yi, the commander of the capital of Leizhou, visited Feiyan Lady to inquire about the rare treasures of Sanhua Temple.

It really wasn't a lie.

Yuan Yi really came.

It's lively now, which is a good thing for everyone.

The more masters there are, the more chaotic the situation will be, and the more opportunities to fish in troubled waters.

Yuan Yi looked around, automatically ignoring the people in the world, first he nodded at Wenren Qianrou, then looked at the armored youth, froze for a moment, frowned and said:

"Li Shaoyun, why are you here? As a governor, leaving the barracks without authorization is a serious crime."

The young man with the gun grinned:

"Master Commander, don't use your official title to overwhelm others. I'm here to grab the blood pill. If you can be promoted to the third rank, you have to give me the position under your ass.

"If you don't grab it, you will get hundreds of batons at worst, or you will be dismissed or demoted. It's not a big problem."

As a fourth-rank martial artist, his cultivation is his greatest reliance. As long as he doesn't make a big mistake and is appropriately willful, the court and the government will tolerate it.

He has nothing to fear.

"I see that your skin is itchy again."

Yuan Yi glared at him and scolded, "Get out of here yet."

Li Shaoyun chuckled and ran over in a hurry.

"Commander Yuan Yi, Shuangdaomen Tang Yuanwu, Fangzhou governor Li Shaoyun, the mysterious master in Tsing Yi, and the fourth-rank guest minister of the Leizhou Chamber of Commerce."

"There are already five fourth-rank masters present, and fifth-rank masters are more than two hands. Let's see how arrogant the monks of Sanhua Temple are."

"Don't be careless. The abbot and head seat of Sanhua Temple are all ascetic monks, and this monk named Jingxin who came from nowhere is not weak. Besides, there are so many masters in Sanhua Temple."

"Isn't there still us here? No matter how many masters there are in Sanhua Temple, how can there be as many of us? There are still a group of bastards at the foot of the mountain who haven't come up yet. When the Buddha Pagoda opens, let's climb up and call, and they all come."

During the conversation, everyone saw an old monk with white eyebrows and white beard leading a group of monks.

"Amitabha, Commander Yuan Du, I haven't seen you for many years."

Abbot Panlong clasped his palms together in salute.

"Master Panlong."

Yuan Yi cupped his hands.

"Master Commander, are you here on behalf of the Leizhou government, on behalf of Dafeng?"

Abbot Panlong asked scoldingly: "Dafeng and Buddhism are allies. What about the people in the world has nothing to do with the court of Dafeng, but you can't do it. Get back quickly."

Yuan Yi shook his head: "This official has been stuck in the fourth rank for many years and cannot break through. I heard that a blood pill was born in Sanhua Temple, so I came here to ask for it. Back then, I contributed a lot in the battle of Shanhaiguan. There is no reason for Buddhism to take this blood pill alone." Bar.

"Furthermore, this official came here in a private capacity. He only brought his confidantes with him, not any troops. It has nothing to do with the imperial court."

Abbot Panlong recited the Buddha's name again, and said: "I sincerely persuade you, but if you don't listen, that's all."

He stopped talking.

But everyone saw that a group of people came out of the temple, carrying a sedan chair with no roof, hanging down the curtain, and sitting on the chair were identical twin sisters.

One of the charming women giggled and said:

"Master presider, if you let our sisters kill this Yuan Yi for you, it has nothing to do with you if the Dafeng court asks. If Dafeng has the courage to question the Buddhist sect."

Yuan Yi narrowed his eyes.

Li Lingsu immediately bowed his head and quickly distanced himself from Xu Qian.

This old man doesn't talk about martial arts, if he kicks again at this time, he will feel uncomfortable.

When they saw the Tsing Yi, the Dongfang sisters subconsciously squinted their eyes, and after careful examination, they looked away and stopped paying attention.

Just wearing the same green robe, but not the guy who kidnapped Li Lang in Pingzhou.

"Bitch!"

Wenren Qianrou was suddenly furious, stepped out, pointed at the Dongfang sisters and cursed.

Dongfang Wanrong withdrew her smile, squinted her eyes, and said slowly: "This girl, do we know each other?"

Dongfang Wanqing looked at it for a few seconds, suddenly realized, and said with a sneer:

"Oh, it was the slut that the heartless man hooked up with when he escaped. Sister, you found her when you followed the divination all the way. If it weren't for the fact that this slut had several experts around her and was eager to track down the heartless man, she would have been slaughtered a long time ago. gone."

While speaking, the curtain suddenly parted, and Dongfang Wanqing turned into a black shadow and rushed out, killing Wenren Qianrou.

Li Lingsu's expression changed drastically, and he was about to rush out to stop her, but the Sipin Keqing beside Wenren Qianrou reacted faster, rushed a few steps, and pushed out with both palms.

boom!

The sound of the collision of air engines was like thunder, and the dust rose instantly, and the surrounding trees seemed to be bent by the strong wind.

The heroes staggered and staggered back.

Wen Ren's Sipin Keqing's face suddenly turned pale, then flushed, and he forcibly swallowed the blood rushing to his throat.

On the other hand, Dongfang Wanqing floated back into the sedan chair without changing her expression.

The fourth rank is also divided into strengths and weaknesses.

"Again, is it the fourth grade?"

"It looks stronger than Sipin Keqing from Leizhou Chamber of Commerce."

"Hiss, what's the background of these sisters?"

"It's not a master of rivers and lakes in Leizhou."

Realizing the strength of the Dongfang sisters, everyone's hearts sank. These sisters are obviously masters of the Sanhua Temple camp.

In this way, the number of fourth-rank masters on both sides will be evened out.

Yuan Yi, Li Shaoyun, and the master of the Shuangdao sect, the three fourth-rank masters, had solemn faces.

"It turns out that Sanhua Temple already has allies, no wonder they are so domineering and confident."

Commander Yuan Yi said indifferently.

Monk Jingxin turned around, bowed and folded his hands together towards the temple, and said:

"Please ask Uncle Duan to drive away these idlers."

Dongfang Wanrong smiled and said: "Please Elder Yierbu drive out the idlers."

The sudden opening of these two people made the heroes of Leizhou bewildered for a while, and at the same time their hearts sank instinctively.

At that time, two terrifying auras shot up into the sky, one aura came from the depths of Sanhua Temple, and the other aura came from the dense forest on the left.

The moment they felt the two auras, two words came to mind spontaneously in everyone's mind: Extraordinary!

Breath beyond the mortal.

Although most of them have never been in contact with the third rank in their entire lives, the coercion from the life level made them "naturally" know the other party's level.

Level four or above is an extraordinary domain, which is no longer the same as ordinary people.

"Get out of Sanhua Temple for a radius of fifty miles."

Inside the temple, there was a thunderous roar.

Everyone heard it in their ears, their chests were full of blood, and their eyes turned black.

The Buddhist lion's roar, the Buddhist lion's roar performed by a third-rank monk.

This is still the opponent's hand, if he roars with all his strength, if he is below the sixth rank, he will die on the spot. Below the fourth grade, the mind is confused.

The other breath didn't speak, but it also brought enormous pressure to everyone, double pressure in mind and body.

The heroes in Leizhou were trembling, and Yuan Yi and other fourth-rank masters were not much better. In any state, the fourth-rank masters are all kings of the mountain.

But in front of the third rank beyond the realm of mortals, it is no different from middle and low rank monks.

Clucking bugs and clacking mice.

Seeing all the warriors in Leizhou with pale faces and terrified expressions, the monks of Sanhua Temple smiled and folded their hands leisurely.

"This, these two third-rank?"

"Well, it seems that we have no destiny with treasures, that's all."

"Three grades are unmatched, unmatched."

In this situation, the heroes and heroes present felt a sense of retreat.

Not to mention two third-ranks, even one is enough to sweep them all.

Competing for treasures, only those who have hope will fight, and the impossible is clear, so what is there to fight for? Wouldn't it be more delicious to save my life and go to the brothel to sleep with the wife.

The Master of the Double Knife Sect sighed.

Yuan Yi said quietly:

"It seems that there are more blood pills in the pagoda than we imagined, and they are even purer. The one in the forest must be a spiritual master of the Sorcerer God Sect. I can't mistake the unique aura of wizards.

"As soon as the Sorcerer Sect started a war with me, Buddhism immediately formed an alliance with the Sorcerer Sect. Do you have my Dafeng court in your eyes?"

Du Nan said indifferently: "Great service to the imperial court? A third-rank martial artist doesn't even have an imperial court. Compared with twenty years ago, it is far worse."

The guardian vajra spoke sarcastically, showing his extremely bad impression of Dafeng.

Most of the high-level Buddhists don't like Dafeng, because Dafeng is notoriously rambunctious.

Six hundred years ago, the founding emperor of Dafeng became a rascal for a time, and posed as a shaman.

Three hundred years ago, Confucianism and the imperial court acted like dogs again, wantonly exterminating Buddhism in the Central Plains.

Dharma Guardian King Kong is a monk, and the monk has a bad temper and is straightforward.

Yuan Yi's face was ashen, but he didn't dare to contradict him. With his current national power, he didn't dare to turn against the Buddhist sect. Even if the third-grade King Kong inside slapped him into mud, the court would at most denounce and condemn him.

But being so humiliated by the third-rank King Kong and cutting off the chance to compete for treasures made him angry and unwilling.

After Tang Yuanwu, the master of the Shuangdaomen, Liu Yun couldn't help but retort: ​​"Who said that there is no third grade in Dafeng, if our Dafeng Xu Yinluo is here, senior, how dare you speak wild words?"

The King Kong deep in the temple was silent, as if he didn't bother to answer.

In the dense forest, there was a sneer: "The one surnamed Xu is already a waste, so why not be afraid."

Liu Yun's face turned red suddenly, she took a step forward, and said loudly:

"Even if senior is a spiritual master of the Witch God Sect, my little girl will not allow you to slander Xu Yinluo."

The heroes of Leizhou, whose morale had fallen to the bottom, erupted in protest like a flash of light.

The Linghui master in the woods said with a smile: "Do you dare to use the sword?"

Liu Yunying's vigorous eyebrows stood upright: "Why don't you dare?"

She reached her back with both hands, grabbed the handle of the saber, and was about to pull it out, but the two sabers seemed to be rusted in the scabbard. No matter how hard she tried, her face turned red, but she couldn't pull out the two sabers.

"snort!"

Master Linghui snorted coldly.

Liu Yun fell to her knees as if struck by lightning, and spat out blood with a "wow".

The Linghui master in the dense forest said indifferently: "King Kong, if you are inconvenient to take action because of the covenant, then I will do it for you and clear this group of miscellaneous fish. It is just right for you to make corpse soldiers and bring them to Jingshan City."

Crashing, the heroes retreated again and again.

"Kill us all? What a big tone! A mere Linghui master thinks he is a witch god?"

In the confusion, laughter suddenly sounded.

Everyone turned their heads in astonishment, looking at the man in Tsing Yi, as if they were looking at a fool.

Is it too long to kill a psychic master of the Witch God Sect?

Is it true that he dare not make a move?

The Witch God Sect and Dafeng are now life and death enemies, and they will never be soft when killing people.

If you want to die, don't implicate us.

Li Lingsu's eyes lit up, and he thought it was coming, this old monster was about to explode.

Others may treat third-rank masters like gods, but Li Lingsu knows that Xu Qian, an old monster, is a hidden master who has played chess with Jian Zheng.

PS: Recommend a book: "The Great Master of the Heavens is Fierce".