The Monk

Chapter 171 Tianyi Sect

Fang Jian was full of curiosity about the two of them and said with a smile: "You two are quite interesting. You must have a good family background."

Zhang was afraid that Fang Jian's paranoia was a little helpless, so he asked back: "Why do you think we two have good family backgrounds?" Fang Jian said solemnly: "Each person has a tent, he has two giant tiger monsters, and you have a pile of kung fu jade. Jane, there is also spirit wine.”

Zhang Wen didn't like to talk too much, and Zhang Tianfang was too lazy to talk to others, so he didn't ask Fang Jian about his personal affairs. Unexpectedly, Fang Jian was the exact opposite of them. Zhang Tianzhao grinned and said, "You'll find out if you stay with us for a few more days."

"Why will you know if you stay a few more days?" Fang Jian is a troubled boy.

Zhang was afraid that he didn't want to discuss this, so he searched in his storage bag, threw out a tent, and said to Fang Jian, "Here you go, now you have a good family background."

Fang Jian couldn't believe it: "Really? Why should you give it to me? Such a precious thing?..."

Zhang Tianfang was impressed by his chatter and said impatiently: "I'll give it to you. Why?"

"But, how to put it away? I don't have a storage bag."

Zhang Ping picked out another storage bag with some spiritual stones and materials in it, stuffed it into him, and then continued to look at the jade slips. Fang Jian was very happy to get the storage bag and tent and kept playing with them. Zhang was afraid of peeking, and was as excited as when he got the first storage bag, with a gentle smile on his face.

After playing around for a while, Fang Jian still had many questions to ask, when the barbarian army sent out troops. A troop of ten thousand people marched out at Niangziguan with flags, and then dozens of war horses marched out, surrounding a donkey cart like stars holding the moon. The donkey cart is old, and the donkey pulling the cart is old and thin, but very arrogant, with his eyes raised to the sky, and he doesn't look down on the majestic war horses around him.

The donkey cart looked older than the donkey pulling it. It had no roof or walls, and was surrounded by a circle of railings. In the middle sat an old man with a sparse beard and squinted eyes, looking listless.

After the donkey cart stopped, the old man opened his eyes a little wider and looked around. Just when he was about to speak, his mind suddenly shook. He turned his head to look eastward and looked at where Zhang Ai and the others were, and ordered: "Ah San Ah Si, go take a look at the foot of the mountain. There are two monsters and three monks." After he finished speaking, two middle-aged men rushed out from behind and walked towards the mountain.

The mountain was quite far away from the battlefield. Zhang was afraid that the barbarian army would send troops, so he packed up and prepared to go there. Just as they were coming down the mountain, two middle-aged men flew towards them from the direction of Da Niangzi Pass. Their spiritual sense revealed that they were warlocks, so they stopped to take precautions.

The two warlocks were extremely fast and came close in a moment. As soon as their spiritual consciousness came into contact with the black tiger, their expressions changed drastically. They looked at each other and stood up and flew back without hesitation. It made Zhang Weijing and the other two people nervous at first and then wondering, what are these two people doing?

When the old man on the donkey cart saw two men flying back, he knew there was a problem. There was a hint of vigilance on his face, and he asked: "Have you seen any monsters last time?" There were dozens of people riding around the donkey cart, and one of them was the one from last time. The general who led the army replied: "I haven't seen it before. Last time there were only two people. One was tall and burly, holding a black knife in his hand, and the other was shorter and seemed to be the leader."

During the talking time, Asan and Asi flew back and reported: "Master, those two monsters are at least sixth grade." Sixth-grade monsters are equivalent to mid-level monks in the pill formation stage. Comparing the strength of monsters and monks at the same level, The monsters have the upper hand.

The old man's expression changed when he heard this. He commanded two pill-forming monsters, which was not something ordinary monks could do. He said in a deep voice, "Jingchou, it's your turn." Following his words, a young man appeared out of thin air on the donkey cart. The man, wearing a red robe, spoke lazily: "I am the same master, why do I always listen to you?" After saying this, he still flew towards the east.

To ensure safety, the old man ordered again: "Ah Da, Ah Er, Ah San, Ah Si, Ah Wu and Ah Liu, you should go too."

Zhang Tianfang watched these people struggling from a distance and said helplessly: "Okay, we're going to fight again." As he spoke, he touched the scabbard of the ghost sword.

"Fight? Monks can't use swords rashly, can't act on impulse, can't fight with others, can't..." Fang Jian was a little anxious and wanted to persuade the two to be patient, but before he could finish his words, he sighed at the thought that he was not a monk.

Zhang Awei said kindly: "Stay back. There are so many of them that they won't have time to look after you during the fight."

Fang Jian said "Oh" and took a few steps back. He felt uncomfortable. When he looked up and saw Zhang Tianfang looking at him with a half-smile, he felt as if he was being slighted. His heart crossed the first two steps: "I'm with you." He was The young man's nature was originally impulsive and aggressive, otherwise he would not have rebelled against the Qing family. Now he is full of heroism and energy, and he is worthy of the title of a genius boy.

Zhang was afraid that he was a little surprised, so he secretly praised him for being a man, and warned him: "Be careful." With a snap of his fingers, he held a shadowless knife in each hand.

Jing Qiu, a young man in red robe, flew over with six people. He looked at the three of them first. Warlocks and monks practiced different techniques, so they couldn't tell the depth of each other's cultivation. Seeing that Zhang was afraid that the three of them all looked like teenagers, he didn't take it to heart. Then he probed the black tiger at close range, and then Yuanshen came into contact with the black tiger. Jing Qiu looked stern, seventh-level monster? How can it be? Immediately step back twenty meters and send a message to the old man on the donkey.

When the old man heard the news, his face became nervous and he also ran towards the mountains to the east.

These warlocks were facing a formidable enemy. Zhang Tianfang introduced his experience to Fang Jian: "We are sure to fight. I have seen too many greedy people, and most of them have this expression." As he spoke, he touched the scabbard of the sword. The ghost sword had a scabbard for him to use. A little uncomfortable.

Zhang Fing said: "It's not going to end well. The two tigers are high-level alchemy practitioners. These people didn't leave even after finding out. They must be quite capable." These words surprised both Zhang Tianfang and Fang Jian. Fang Jian was surprised that the tiger was too powerful. Zhang Tianfang was surprised that he knew the tiger's strength for the first time and asked angrily: "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"It's all yours whether you say it or not, what's the difference?" Zhang was afraid to avoid the question. It didn't matter that Zhang Tian put it down, he thought about it and said, "That's right." He grabbed the big tiger, slapped it, and praised, "You're pretty fierce, little one."

The two black tigers were particularly aggrieved. Not only were they forced to sign a heart-to-heart agreement by a monk whose cultivation level was much lower than theirs, but they were also despised by this monk and roared with rage. Zhang Tianfang comforted him: "Don't scream, don't scream. I'll ask that guy to order some meat for you later." The guy in his mouth was thinking about what to do. After thinking for a long time, he finally decided on one thing. After today, there will definitely be another strong enemy. .

The old man came, looked at the three people and the two tigers carefully, squinted his eyes and asked: "My name is Jing Zhen, the master of Tianyi Shen Cult. I wonder why these little friends are here?"

Zhang Ai coldly replied: "This place is within the Song Kingdom. What's wrong with us visiting here? On the contrary, your religion openly led troops to invade the Song Kingdom. That is a big mistake."

The seventh-level monsters are equivalent to high-level pill-forming monks. The old man Jingzhen and the red-robed Jingqiu are high-level pill-forming monks. The two of them had doubts about taking down the monsters, but they were a little reluctant to let them go. They looked at each other. , they all saw determination in the other party's eyes, and gritted their teeth cruelly: "Do it." He asked his six disciples to surround Zhang Ao and the other three, while he and Jing Chou dealt with a black tiger respectively.

The old man made a serious misjudgment. Among the three men and two tigers, there was only one person who was the most terrifying. That guy was tall, burly and murderous. After taking off the scabbard, he only slashed with one knife. All six of the old man's men were cut in half and died on the spot.