This monk is a bit mean

At the bottom of the dry well, outside the guest room where Yunshu was, the eldest, the second and the third were discussing something seriously.

"Boss, I remember that the master didn't ask us to help the young master find a wife?" asked the second brother who had a worse memory.

"Master, no! It was the three of us who discussed together to find a wife for the young master!" the eldest replied.

"Oh! I forgot!"

"I have also forgotten why we want to find a wife for the young master." The third brother at the side also responded.

"Boss, do you still remember?" the second and third brothers asked together.

The boss scratched his head and said, "I can't remember it either..."

The three brothers scratched their heads together.

Finally, after some discussion, they decided to carry out the plan of helping the young master "get a wife", even though they had forgotten why they wanted to do so.

Yunshu became the groom-to-be without knowing it.

But the groom-to-be was lying on the big bed in the guest room like a dead pig, unable to move at all.

"Boss, there are two women outside now. Which one should we catch to be the young master's wife?" The third brother asked at this time.

"The one in red clothes!" the boss said firmly.

But the second brother had a different opinion. He shook his head and said, "The one in white clothes!"

"The one in red!"

"The one in white!"

The eldest and the second oldest started arguing fiercely.

Seeing this, the third brother quickly persuaded: "Stop arguing! Or you can just go together!"

"Well, let's do it together!" The eldest and the second oldest agreed with the third oldest's opinion without hesitation.

Then they began to walk towards the hall outside the passage.

As they walked, their bodies sank into the ground.

Before they walked out of the passage, the three brothers had all sunk and disappeared.

In the hall outside the passage, Xiong Daqiu, Nangong Feixiang and Lu Qing, three cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage, stood facing each other in a triangle.

Madam Neon, Monk Yunhai, and the four Zhu brothers stood not far behind Nangong Feixiang.

Huang Kun and Li Xing stood behind Lu Qing.

This hall, which houses many Buddha statues, has very strange restrictions.

Among them, only Xiong Daqiu, Nangong Feixiang and Lu Qing, who were in the Nascent Soul Stage, were able to mobilize a tiny bit of spiritual power in their bodies.

Their cultivation level is equivalent to being compressed to the foundation-building stage.

The others are barely at the Qi Refining stage.

Even so, they are prepared to fight to the death.

"Brother Xiong, you are the first one to come down. I believe you have obtained the relic. Can you take it out for us to see?"

After Nangong Feixiang came down to the hall, he scanned the area with his spiritual sense but did not find any trace of the relics.

He thought that it must be Xiong Daqiu who succeeded.

Xiong Daqiu sneered, "Haha, if you want to fight, then fight. You're just as nagging as a woman!"

He was also furious.

He was indeed the first one to jump down the hall, but he searched carefully three times and could not find any trace of the relic at all.

But when these two groups of people came down, they directly assumed that he had succeeded without any investigation, which made him even more angry.

But he didn't want to explain. Whether he found it or not, he had to fight to the death with these two groups of people.

Then let’s fight!

Having made up his mind, Xiong Daqiu took action directly.

Countless black lights burst out from his body, heading towards Nangong Feixiang and Lu Qingzhao.

Nangong Feixiang sneered, and an ice wall suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking the black light bar that was attacking him.

Lu Qing took out a bronze round shield at some point and easily blocked the attack of the black light.

Xiong Daqiu glanced at the round shield in Lu Qing's hand and said calmly, "Good stuff! But it's a bit of a waste in your hands!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a snow-white ice spear appeared out of thin air one foot behind him on the right.

The ice spear stabbed hard into his back.

Xiong Daqiu shook his wrist, and a terrifying long sword emitting black smoke appeared in his hand.

He swung back with force, and with a "clang" sound, the black long knife cut the ice spear into two halves.

The ice spear broke into countless pieces of ice and scattered on the ground.

Nangong Feixiang's face turned cold, he picked up a snow-white ice sword, pounced forward, and fought with Xiong Daqiu at close range.

"Dang, dang, dang!" The harsh sound of the ice sword and the black knife colliding with each other echoed throughout the hall.

Lu Qing was not to be outdone, and he joined the battle, controlling a set of flying knife magic weapons.

Together with Nangong Feixiang, they forced Xiong Daqiu to retreat step by step!

"Hmph! Do you think that if the two of you join forces, I, Xiong, will be afraid of you?" Xiong Daqiu gritted his teeth and sneered.

Then he recited the magic formula at a high speed, and "Shua, shua, shua" three clones that looked exactly like Xiong Daqiu appeared behind him.

After the three clones appeared, they didn't stop at all and directly rushed towards Lu Qing with black knives.

Lu Qing quickly stopped the flying knife that was attacking Xiong Daqiu's real body and concentrated on dealing with the three clones that Xiong Daqiu had just released.

Although they were clones, there were three of them and Lu Qing was overwhelmed while dealing with them.

He had no time to pay attention to the battle situation on the other side.

Nangong Feixiang was being pressed into a corner of the hall and rubbed madly by Xiong Daqiu's real body!

Mrs. Neon, who was not far away, was a little anxious. She was about to go up and lend a helping hand to her husband.

But just as she was about to leave, she heard Nangong Feixiang's voice.

"Madam, please don't act rashly. This man is extremely powerful. If you come up here, it will only distract your husband, and then I will be even more helpless against him."

Mrs. Neon immediately stopped what she was doing.

However, seeing that her husband was at a disadvantage, she quickly thought of a solution.

"You five! Go up and help!" Mrs. Neon turned around and gave orders to the five people behind her.

"Huh? Where is the fat monk?" Mrs. Neon turned around and found that the fat monk Yunhai had disappeared.

She looked around again, but there was no trace of the fat man.

This fat guy must have taken the opportunity to sneak away when the three people were fighting fiercely in the middle of the hall!

However, Mrs. Neon didn't have time to deal with the fat monk at the moment.

Her attention was entirely on her Taoist partner.

There was only a faint, transparent figure in the hall who noticed the fat monk's whereabouts.

The fat guy hid his body early and went into a passage at the side of the hall.

The transparent figure was the woman in white from before.

She watched the fight in the center of the hall for a while, and in the end she did not choose to show up. Instead, she remained invisible and flew quickly into the passage that Monk Yunhai took.

"Boss, that fat monk has entered the passage over there! What should we do?"

At the entrance of another passage, the third brother who was hiding underground asked the eldest brother beside him.

"Let him go!" the boss replied.

"But he also brought the wife in white in." The third brother continued.

"Second brother, you go and catch him back. The third brother and I will catch the Red Wife later!" The eldest brother instructed the second brother.

The two old men said nothing and used the earth escape technique to chase in the direction of the fat monk Yunhai.

The eldest and the third brother who stayed where they were were not idle either. They took out two jade tubes, stuck them out of the ground, and then began to spit mist towards the hall above.

The hall above them slowly began to be shrouded in a thick fog.

This fog not only blocks the sight, but also blocks the spiritual consciousness.

Nangong Feixiang and others could only see people within ten feet of them.

They could not detect people or objects more than ten feet away.

Mrs. Neon, who was on high alert in the thick fog, suddenly felt the soil beneath her loosen and a strong little hand covered her mouth.

Then her feet tightened, and a pair of strong hands pulled her into the ground.

Madam Neon only vaguely heard one sentence: "The red-dressed wife is here!"

Afterwards, she was knocked unconscious by a knife-hand blow.