Da Bong fights more people

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, you are an ordinary person, how do you know 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.

"The 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 gods during the Shanhaiguan battle. Twenty years later, those peerless masters turned into blood Pill and Soul Pill, this is an extraordinary opportunity, it is the help to step into the third rank."

"Bullshit!"

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 shouted 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 20 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 Heart Gu combined with Poison Gu, the effect is not bad. Well, with the current strength of Qijue Gu, I have almost no opponents below 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."