Chapter 522 Conflict

As the opening of the pagoda approaches, more and more people from the underworld flock to Jinguang Mountain and try to break into Sanhua Temple.

There was considerable friction between the two sides, but they were generally restrained. The underworld did not force their way in, but shouted outside the temple.

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

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

"That day, the saint girl of the Tianzong, Li Miaozhen, also came to stir up trouble. It's really hateful."

The chief seat, who was the successor to the host, said in a deep voice.

"Now that more and more people from the underworld are gathering, we can't drive them away. What should we do?" An elder frowned.

The situation before them was something they had not expected. Originally, in the Buddhist considerations, Sun Xuanji of the Sitianjian might mobilize troops to suppress them and compete for the dragon energy.

In this case, Du Nan Jin Gang had a reason to take action, that is, to "eliminate the demons" with all the troops here, and Buddhism would be right.

The holy mountain of Buddhism, Alanta, could even use this as an excuse to break the covenant and attack Dafeng. .

Of course, this is a situation of tearing the face off, and the relationship between Buddhism and Dafeng has not yet deteriorated to this extent. But Buddhism can completely blame Dafeng, demand an apology, compensation, etc.

Who knew that the Dafeng army did not come, but a large group of gangsters came.

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

"Can't drive them away? Amitabha, then eliminate the demons." Another elder said in a deep voice.

The head monk nodded slowly after hearing this:

"That's right. How can we allow the great warriors to do violence in the pure land of Buddhism? Master, why don't we set up a demon-suppressing formation outside the temple and let those people break in. This will deter those rabble, and secondly, set rules to stabilize them.

"Although Du Nan Jin Gang didn't say anything, he must be extremely dissatisfied in his heart. Master, we must handle this matter well."

Everyone looked at the host.

The host pondered for a moment and nodded: "Yes!"

........

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

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

"Hehe, there are quite a few people. "

Li Lingsu rode on horseback and smiled.

He didn't pretend to be Li Miaozhen anymore. The scene of Sanhua Temple facing the "siege" of the heroes was all thanks to the female hero Li Miaozhen. At this time, he still disguised himself as Li Miaozhen. What's the difference between this and seeking death?

And there is also the risk of his identity being exposed.

Xu Qian'an said "hmm" and looked around. Under the archway of Sanhua Temple, there were horses tied one after another, and in the woods on both sides of the mountain road, there were more horses tied.

Looking around, people in the martial arts world holding various weapons, some gathered together to chat, some leaned against the tree trunks holding weapons and closing their eyes to rest, and some sat cross-legged on the roadside, eating roasted chicken.

The level of excitement is comparable to that of a market.

There are many people coming, and there are many masters... Xu Qian'an nodded with satisfaction, which proves that his "propaganda" is effective.

Wu Yili violated the ban, this group of chaotic and neutral people in the martial arts world? They are really the best cannon fodder and pawns. Anyone can fleece them and make them serve as tools.

Among the major systems, Confucianism and sorcerers have the least "population", while warriors have the most.

The number of warriors in Jiuzhou who follow the martial arts route is several times more than all the people in 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 Jiuzhou:

One, warriors; two, Tao; three, demons.

Among them, warriors and demons have different paths but the same destination. They all temper their bodies and take the path of proving Tao with strength, but the demons have demon pills and innate magical powers. Warriors have "intentions" and are in harmony with Tao.

As for Tao, it was not called Tao at that time. For "Daoism", because the ancient corpse did not know the existence of "Dao Zun". This alone can prove that Dao Zun was not the founder of "Dao".

However, these three systems underwent completely different changes later. Wudao and Yaodao were extremely prosperous, but only the three sects of "Heaven, Earth and Man" remained in the Daoism system. Other schools were either annihilated or declined, and were not worth mentioning.

This is very unreasonable. Although the three sects of "Heaven, Earth and Man" had great sequelae, other schools could not have such sequelae.

As a result, the three sects with big problems were passed down, while the other schools declined.......

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

"The people from the Leizhou Chamber of Commerce are here, ha, someone finally came forward. "

The speaker was a young man in tight clothes, holding a spear in his hand. It was a military standard spear, and it looked old. He must have bought it from the black market.

Selling obsolete weapons is a common way for the military to make money.

Wenren Qianrou turned around and whispered a few words to a guard beside him. The guard kicked his horse's belly, ran to the young man with the spear, and asked a few questions.

"Miss, the monks of Sanhua Temple are very domineering. They have injured many people and will not let anyone enter the temple."

The guard whispered back.

Wenren Qianrou nodded, looked at Li Lingsu and Xu Qian'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 generally does not want to provoke them."

Xu Qian'an looked at Jinguang Mountain and said, "Tell me."

"A few years ago, there was a drought near Sanhua Temple, and the people had no harvest. The monks in the temple did not work and could not make ends meet. The head monk Hengyin went down the mountain to beg for alms and collected several thousand kilograms of food and hundreds of pilgrims who were willing to spend all their wealth. "

Wenren Qianrou raised the corner of her mouth and sneered: "Sanhua Temple survived the drought, but I don't know how many people starved to death. Buddhism has always been about self-cultivation first and then others."

Xu Qi'an narrowed his eyes, "This violated the laws of Dafeng and violated the original agreement between Buddhism and Dafeng."

Wenren Qianrou nodded and said:

"But the governor of Leizhou only symbolically climbed the mountain to enter the temple and reprimanded. First, he couldn't afford to offend Buddhism, and second, as a border state, he had to be cautious in dealing with such matters and endure it as much as possible.

"If the matter gets out of hand, the court may not be willing to turn against Buddhism. At that time, the governor will be the first scapegoat. How powerful Buddhism is, I believe you know."

Xu Qi'an said nothing more.

"Buddhism is the most hypocritical. Five hundred years ago, they fought because they were eyeing the territory of the Ten Thousand Mountains in Southern Xinjiang, and they chose to fight for the human race."

The little white fox chirped and criticized.

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

Mu Nanzhi only used a piece of cake to successfully rub her.

After the little white fox finished the cake, it pressed its fleshy paws on Mu Nanzhi's chest, pressed hard, and said in a delicate voice:

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

......Xu Qian'an swallowed his saliva.

Everyone tied up their horses and climbed the mountain along the steps.

When they were near Sanhua Temple, they heard cheers and roars, as well as the sharp sound of weapons colliding.

"Dangdang!"

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

The middle-aged monk in the main formation took the opportunity to turn around, injecting his energy into the wooden stick, and the whole person drove the stick to rotate several times, and hit the mace man's head heavily.

Bang!

The mace man's body protection divine light collapsed, and the bright red blood flowed down his cheek.

The middle-aged monk's eyes flashed, and he saw Wenren Qianrou leading the people of Leizhou Chamber of Commerce to come soon. He immediately stretched out his stick and gently lifted the body of the mace man.

He lifted it in front of Xu Qian'an and others.

The faces of the surrounding Jianghu people changed slightly, and there was an uproar.

After a long confrontation between the two sides, the first life was finally caused. Sanhua Temple was obviously impatient and planned to kill.

"You stinky monk, you dare to kill people."

Someone shouted.

This is to ask the monks of Sanhua Temple whether they really want to fight to the death.

"Hey!"

The middle-aged monk put his stick on the ground, looked around, and roared like a lion:

"You broke into this temple and tried to get your hands on the Buddhist treasures. You deserve to be killed. However, the abbot is compassionate and does not want to commit murder. If you want to enter the temple, you must first pass the demon-suppressing formation. Only one person is allowed to break the formation."

"Asshole!"

The common people in the martial arts world cursed: "Nine of you are fighting one person. It's shameless."

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

He looked like he was in the Buddhist territory and the Buddhist sect was in charge.

Behind him, the monks roared in unison.

Clang!

The people in the martial arts world drew their swords and confronted the monks of Sanhua Temple.

This is the correct style of a martial monk, fierce and domineering. In comparison, Master Hengyuan has obviously gone astray. Why are there so many friends around me who have a wrong style? Xu Qi'an stepped forward and asked:

"Master, what treasure did Sanhua Temple produce?"

The middle-aged martial monk said, "The Buddha pagoda is perfect, that's all."

"I've never heard that magic treasures can also be used for practice. Moreover, the pagoda is perfect, why doesn't Sanhua Temple let us enter? Could it be that we can rob the pagoda?" Xu Qi'an asked again.

The middle-aged martial monk said, "What does it have to do with you? You are just an ordinary person, how can you know the wonders of Buddhist treasures?"

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

Xu Qi'an didn't say anything, looking far away, looking at the tall tower with white walls and black tiles in the depths of the temple.

In his eyes, the pagoda was in a different form, with a golden glow all over it, and a golden dragon shadow clasping the tower body and slowly moving.

This dragon shadow was huge, wrapping around the towering tower body, and had the same size as the dragon vein spirit that Emperor Zhendace stepped on that day, but the golden light was not condensed enough, and was far less than the dragon vein spirit's substantial body.

"Master is unwilling to say, then I will say it for you. According to Miss Feiyan, the pagoda suppressed the masters of the two tribes of demons and barbarians and the Wushen Cult during the Battle of Shanhaiguan. Twenty years later, those peerless masters turned into blood pills and soul pills, which was an extraordinary opportunity and a help to step into the third rank."

"Nonsense!"

The middle-aged monk was furious, pointing his stick at Xu Qian'an, and said, "Don't confuse the public with lies. If you are a person, fight with me."

"Are you furious? The people suppressed in the pagoda were also contributed by my Dafeng back then. Lao, the Buddhist sect wants to take the treasure for itself, which is a bit too overbearing. Do you think that no one can control you if the military god of Dafeng dies? "

Xu Qiyan raised his arm and shouted, "Everyone, Duke Wei died in Jingshan City, and now the Buddhist sect is taking advantage of his absence and intends to seize the victory of Dafeng 20 years ago. "

"That's right, we should have a share of the blood pill and soul pill in Dafeng. Why should the Buddhist sect take it for itself and take advantage of our Dafeng without anyone?"

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

The common people in the rivers and lakes responded and shouted.

Many people looked at Xu Qiyan and nodded repeatedly. What this gentleman said made sense.

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

The waist straightened instantly.

The middle-aged monk was furious and glared at Xu Qi'an fiercely:

"Nonsense, there are no blood pills and soul pills in Sanhua Temple. Someone is trying to stir up trouble."

Xu Qi'an retorted: "Do you believe me, or do you believe the female hero Feiyan? We can only judge."

The people in the martial arts world responded again:

"Bald donkey, you are shameless."

"Monks don't tell lies? You lie with your eyes open."

When it comes to cursing, the monks in Sanhua Temple can't beat the mouths of these people in the martial arts world.

All kinds of dirty words were flying around, greeting the women in the family on the left, and you are my son on the right.

Monks are not Zen masters, and they don't have that kind of concentration. The nine monks holding sticks were so angry that their foreheads were throbbing with blue veins.

"Bah, shameless!"

The little white fox hated Buddhism the most. Seeing that everyone was insulting the monks, she also cursed and jumped up and down in Mu Nanzhi's arms excitedly.

"Fox demon?"

The middle-aged monk wanted to beat Xu Qian'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 in an arc, rushed over, and chopped at Mu Nanzhi.

Mu Nanzhi retreated in fear and screamed.

Xu Qian'an flashed in front of her like a ghost, raised his arm to block the fiercely chopped stick, and with a "crack", the stick infused with majestic energy broke.

Although the energy and strength were imprisoned by the magic nail, the skin, flesh and bones were genuine third-grade, and the only ability to resist beating was retained.

The middle-aged monk's pupils shrank slightly, and the warrior's instinct gave a crisis warning. He was about to withdraw and form a demon-suppressing formation with his fellow disciples behind him, but suddenly a strong thought flashed through his mind:

"Fight him!"

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

"He, hehe..."

The middle-aged monk had difficulty breathing, his lungs were burning, and his breathing sounded like a worn-out bellows.

He stared at Xu Qi'an in despair and staggered to the ground.

The mental influence of the heart Gu combined with the poison Gu was quite effective. Well, with the current strength of the Seven Deadly Gu, I have almost no rivals below the fourth rank. When I left the capital, my strength was at most the weak fifth rank...

Xu Qi'an was still very satisfied with the progress of the cultivation of the Seven Deadly Gu.

Just now, it was the heart Gu that influenced the middle-aged monk and made him make the wrong decision.

The people in the martial arts world around were surprised and delighted to see this scene. Just now, the middle-aged monk used a formation to surround and kill a sixth-grade bronze-skinned and iron-boned warrior. He was so powerful that people were afraid of him.

But he met this man in green and fell down as soon as he met him?

"He used poison..."

Someone in the crowd said.

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

Someone immediately refuted.

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

However......

"He seems to want to poison the monk. Killing a monk in Sanhua Temple will be retaliated."

"The abbot of Sanhua Temple is a fourth-grade Zen master, not easy to mess with."

"What are you afraid of? He seems to be from the Leizhou Chamber of Commerce. There are also fourth-grade monks in the Chamber of Commerce."

As he was talking, a young monk with deep eye sockets and a high nose walked out of the temple.

"Brother Jingxin."

The eight monks holding sticks were overjoyed, pointing at Xu Qian'an and saying, "This man took the lead in causing trouble and attacked Brother Yinshun with despicable means."

"Put down your butcher knife and turn back."

The gentle voice full of compassion contained the power to cleanse the mood, making everyone present empty their anger and soften their hearts.

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

A few seconds later, the common people in the world broke free from the influence of Buddhist precepts one after another, with shocked faces.

"Is it a hermit? No, it could also be an ascetic monk."

"It is most likely an ascetic monk. The precepts of ordinary hermits are not so strong..."

The people in Leizhou are very familiar with Buddhism, which is unmatched by the people in other states.

"Amitabha, another donor."

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

"Donor, you have repeatedly come to our temple to provoke and cause trouble. You must know that Buddhism is compassionate, but it also has a fierce look."

The surrounding monks and people in the martial arts world looked at Xu Qi'an to see how he would respond.

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

Monk Jingxin grabbed him with both hands, with the help of the middle-aged monk, and after a careful inspection, his brows frowned.

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

Xu Qi'an maintained the persona of a master, and his tone was flat.

Every profession has its own specialty. Buddhism is not good at detoxification. Pharmacology is the field of poison masters and sorcerers, and Taoism is roughly proficient.

The Leizhou martial arts people, who thought Xu Qi'an had surrendered and were greatly disappointed, suddenly brightened their eyes when they heard the words.

No wonder he returned the favor so easily, it turned out that he was fearless.

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

"Donor, you can enter the temple. I will let you in."

One after another, all eyes turned to Xu Qi'an.

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

Seeing him hesitate, Monk Jingxin asked: "Why, donor, are you timid?"

If I were ten years younger, I would have gotten carried away when my brain got hot... Xu Qi'an stood with his hands behind his back and said loudly: "Everyone, if you don't come out now, when will you come?"

As the voice fell, a hearty laugh came from the bottom of the stone steps: "Tang is willing to accompany you to the temple."

Everyone looked back and saw a man in a tight suit with a height of eight feet and carrying two swords on his back climbing the steps, followed by a group of disciples who also carried two swords on their backs.

"The Double Sword Sect is here."

Someone shouted in surprise.

Xu Qi'an's eyes automatically passed over the leader of the Double Sword Sect and looked at a heroic woman behind him. She was tall, had plump lips, bright eyes, and a pretty face. She was a very cool beauty.

Her name was... Liu Yun. I saw her in the capital.

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

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

He carried a long spear on his back, a standard military knife on his waist, his eyes were unruly and fierce, revealing the solemnity of a soldier, and a piece of grass in his mouth.

"Fangzhou Town Sustainer Li Shaoyun!"

He leaned on the gun, looked at everyone with squinting eyes, and introduced himself.

"I heard that Sanhua Temple has a treasure that can help the fourth-rank enter the extraordinary realm, so I came to see it. Bald donkey, dare to stop me, I will stab you to death."

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

So arrogant...... The people in the rivers and lakes looked at him sideways. This person is obviously a military man. His tone is arrogant and he does not hide his own aura.

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

More than a dozen red-tailed eagles with a wingspan of 37 feet flew from a distance, swam in the sky of Jinguang Mountain, and slowly landed.

The wings flapped to create a strong wind, blowing up dust and fallen leaves.

The people below dispersed and cleared a piece of open space for the red-tailed eagle to land.

The leading knight was wearing armor, with the iconic dark skin of Leizhou people, a burly figure, and a rough beard.

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

Yuan Yi!

Yuan Yi, the commander of Leizhou.

Most of the common people in the martial arts world had no chance to see this prominent warrior in Leizhou, and they didn't recognize him at first, until someone in the crowd asked in surprise:

"Commander Yuan Yi?"

A sudden uproar broke out.

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

Sure enough, it was not 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 there will be to fish in troubled waters.

Yuan Yi looked around, automatically ignoring the people in the martial arts world. He nodded to Wenren Qianrou first, then looked at the armored young man, was stunned for a moment, frowned and said:

"Li Shaoyun, why are you here? As a pacification officer, it is a serious crime to leave the barracks without permission."

The young man with a gun grinned:

"Commander-in-chief, don't use your official title to pressure others. I'm here to grab the blood pill. If I can be promoted to the third rank, you have to give up the position under your buttocks.

"If I don't grab it, the worst that can happen is that I will be beaten with a few hundred military sticks, or be dismissed or demoted. It's not a big problem."

As a fourth-rank warrior, his cultivation is his greatest reliance. As long as he doesn't make a big mistake, the court and the government will tolerate his appropriate willfulness.

He is fearless.

"I think you are itching for trouble again."

Yuan Yi glared at him and cursed: "Come here. "

Li Shaoyun smiled and ran over happily.

"Commander-in-chief Yuan Yi, Double Blade Sect Tang Yuanwu, Fangzhou pacification Li Shaoyun, and the mysterious master in green, and the fourth-rank guest of Leizhou Chamber of Commerce..."

"There are five fourth-rank masters present, and the number of fifth-rank masters exceeds two hands. Now let's see how arrogant the monks of Sanhua Temple are."

"We can't be careless. The abbot and the chief of Sanhua Temple are both ascetics. In addition, this monk named Jingxin who came from nowhere is also very powerful. Besides, there are many masters in Sanhua Temple."

"Don't we still have us? No matter how many masters there are in Sanhua Temple, can they be as many as us? There is still a group of hooligans at the foot of the mountain who haven't come up yet. When the pagoda tower is opened later, we will call for them to come. "

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

"Amitabha, Lord Yuandu Commander, I haven't seen you for many years."

Abbot Panlong saluted with his hands clasped together.

"Master Panlong."

Yuan Yi bowed.

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

Abbot Panlong asked, "Dafeng and Buddhism are allies. What happens to people in the martial arts world has nothing to do with the Dafeng court, but you can't. Leave quickly."

Yuan Yi shook his head, "I have been stuck in the fourth rank for many years and cannot break through. I heard that the blood pill was born in Sanhua Temple, so I came here to ask for it. In the Battle of Shanhaiguan, Dafeng made a lot of efforts. It doesn't make sense for Buddhism to take the blood pill alone.

"Besides, I came here as a private person, with only my confidants, not the army, and have nothing to do with the court."

The abbot Panlong chanted the Buddha's name again, saying, "I sincerely advised you, but you didn't listen."

He said no more.

But everyone saw that a group of people came out of the temple, carrying a sedan chair without a roof, with curtains hanging down, and identical twin sisters sitting on the soft couch.

One of the charming women giggled:

"Master, why don't we sisters kill this Yuan Yi for you? If the Dafeng court asks about it, it has nothing to do with you. If Dafeng has the courage to question the Buddhist sect."

Yuan Yi narrowed his eyes.

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

This old man has no martial ethics. If he kicks him again at this time, he will be uncomfortable.

When they saw the blue-clothed girl, the Dongfang sisters subconsciously narrowed their eyes, and after a careful examination, they looked away and no longer paid attention.

He was just wearing the same green robe, but he was not the guy who kidnapped Li Lang in Pingzhou.

"Bitch!"

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

Dongfang Wanrong put away her smile, squinted her eyes and looked at them, and slowly said: "Do we know this girl?"

Dongfang Wanqing looked at them for a few seconds, suddenly realized, and sneered:

"Oh, it's the bitch that the heartless man hooked up with when he escaped. Sister, you found her when you were divination tracking all the way. If this bitch hadn't had a few masters around her and was eager to track down the heartless man at that time, she would have been killed long ago."

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

Li Lingsu's face changed drastically, and he was about to rush out to stop her, but the fourth-rank guest beside Wenren Qianrou reacted faster, ran a few steps, and pushed out with both palms.

Bang!

The sound of the collision of qi was like a burning thunder, dust was instantly raised, and the surrounding trees seemed to be bent by the strong wind.

The heroes staggered and staggered back.

The face of the fourth-rank guest of Wen Renjia suddenly turned pale, and then red, forcing the blood rushing to his throat.

Dongfang Wanqing, on the other hand, fell back into the sedan lightly without changing her expression.

There are also strong and weak fourth-rank people.

"Again, fourth-rank again?"

"It looks stronger than the fourth-rank guest of Leizhou Chamber of Commerce."

"Hiss... Who are these sisters?"

"They are not masters of the martial arts world in Leizhou."

Sensing the strength of the Dongfang sisters, everyone's heart sank. The sisters were obviously masters of the Sanhua Temple camp.

In this way, the number of fourth-rank masters on both sides was equal.

Yuan Yi, Li Shaoyun, and the master of the Double Sword Sect, the three fourth-rank masters, looked solemn.

"It turns out that Sanhua Temple already has allies. No wonder it is so domineering and fearless."

Commander-in-chief Yuan Yi said indifferently.

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

"Please ask Uncle Du Nan to drive away these idlers."

Dongfang Wanrong smiled and said: "Please ask Elder Yilbu to drive away the idlers."

The sudden words of these two people made the heroes of Leizhou confused, and at the same time, their hearts sank instinctively.

At that time, two terrible auras rose into the sky, one from the depths of Sanhua Temple, and the other from the dense forest on the left.

The moment they felt the two auras, two words came to their minds: extraordinary!

Aura beyond mortals.

Although most of them have never come into contact with the third grade in their lives, the pressure from the life level makes them "naturally" know the other party's level.

Above the fourth grade, it is the extraordinary realm, which is no longer the same as mortals.

"Get out of the Sanhua Temple for fifty miles."

Inside the temple, a thunderous roar was heard.

Everyone heard it, their chests surging with blood, and their eyes went dark.

The lion's roar of Buddhism, performed by a third-grade monk.

This is because the other party held back. If he roared with all his strength, those below the sixth grade would die on the spot. Those below the fourth grade would be confused.

The other breath did not speak, but it also brought great pressure to everyone, both mentally and physically.

The heroes of Leizhou were trembling with fear, and the fourth-grade masters such as Yuan Yi were not much better. In any state, the fourth grade was a mountain king.

But in front of the third grade who had surpassed the realm of mortals, they were no different from the middle and low-grade monks.

Just a tickling bug and a tickling mouse.

Looking at the pale faces and panic of the Leizhou warriors, the monks of Sanhua Temple smiled and clasped their hands leisurely.

"This, this... two third-rank?"

"Alas, it seems that we have no chance to get the treasure."

"The third-rank is incomparable, incomparable."

In this situation, the heroes present wanted to retreat.

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

Fight for treasures only if there is hope. If it is obviously impossible, then why fight? Isn't it better to keep your life and sleep with a woman in a brothel?

The leader of the Double Sword Sect sighed.

Yuan Yi said faintly:

"It seems that there are more blood pills in the pagoda than we imagined, and they are even purer. The one in the forest is the spiritual master of the Wushen Sect. I will not be wrong about the unique aura of the wizard.

"The Wushen Sect just went to war with my Dafeng, and the Buddhist Sect immediately formed an alliance with the Wushen Sect. Do you have my Dafeng court in your eyes?"

Du Nan said lightly: "Dafeng court? A third-rank warrior has no court, which is far worse than twenty years ago.

This Dharma Protector King Kong spoke coldly, revealing his extremely bad impression of Dafeng.

Most of the Buddhist leaders dislike Dafeng because Dafeng is a notorious scoundrel.

Six hundred years ago, the founding emperor of Dafeng was a scoundrel and played a trick on the Wushen Sect.

Three hundred years ago, Confucianism and the court were scoundrels again and destroyed Buddhism in the Central Plains.

The Dharma Protector King Kong is a martial monk, and martial monks have a bad temper and are straightforward. They just don't like it.

Yuan Yi's face turned pale, but he didn't dare to contradict. With the current national strength of Dafeng, he didn't dare to turn against Buddhism. Even if the third-rank Vajra inside slapped him into a pulp, the court would at most denounce and condemn him.

But being humiliated by the third-rank Vajra and losing the chance to compete for the treasure made him angry and unwilling.

Behind the leader of the Double Sword Sect, Tang Yuanwu, Liu Yun couldn't help but retort: ​​"Who said that Dafeng doesn't have a third-rank? If our Dafeng Xu Yinluo was here, would you dare to speak wildly?"

The Vajra in the depths of the temple remained silent, as if he disdained to answer.

In the dense forest, a sneer came: "The Xu surnamed is already a waste, what is there to be afraid of."

Liu Yun's face suddenly flushed, took a step forward, and said loudly:

"Even if the senior is the spiritual master of the Wushen Sect, I will not allow you to slander Xu Yinluo. "

The morale of the heroes of Leizhou, who had fallen to the bottom, was like a last gasp, and they protested.

The spiritual master in the forest laughed and said, "Do you dare to draw your sword?"

Liu Yun's heroic eyebrows stood up: "Why not?"

She reached behind her back with both hands, grabbed the handle of the sword, and was about to pull it out, but the two swords 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 swords.

"Hmph!"

The spiritual master snorted coldly.

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

The spiritual master in the dense forest said lightly: "Du Nan Jin Gang, if you take the alliance into consideration and can't take action, then I will do it for you and clear out these small fish. It's just right to refine corpse soldiers and bring them back to Jingshan City."

Clatter... The heroes retreated one after another.

"Kill us all? What a big tone! A mere spiritual master, do you think you are a witch god? "

A sneer suddenly sounded in the chaos.

Everyone turned their heads in shock, looking at the man in green clothes, as if they were looking at a fool.

You are using provocation against a spiritual master of the witch god sect, do you think your life is too long?

Do you really think he dare not do it?

The witch god sect and Dafeng are now mortal enemies, and they will not show mercy when killing people.

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

Li Lingsu's eyes lit up, thinking that it came, this old monster is going to explode.

Others may worship the third-grade master as a god, but Li Lingsu knows that Xu Qian, this old monster, is a hidden master who has played chess with the supervisor.