The Monk

Chapter 367 Four people

In this case, Zhang Wei did not mention the matter of going to Qingmen, and stayed in the village to prevent any more cultivators from harming the people.

A group of people spent a quiet time, going fishing in the Ning River, helping villagers build houses, and growing crops on a whim. More than three months passed in the blink of an eye. What surprised Zhang was that instead of troublesome with the Qing sect, the disciples of the Qing sect came to trouble him instead.

The widest and deepest part of the Ning River is Ning Lake in the middle reaches, which was also the former home of Jiao Jing. Now Jiao Jing ran away to nowhere, but Ninghu Lake has returned to its original scenery. There are several fishing boats floating on the lake fishing, which can be regarded as popular. Zhang was afraid that a sampan would get mixed up among them, so he lay on the deck and basked in the sun.

Ever since he saw more than two hundred villagers dying innocently and tragically, he rarely spoke and spent most of his time wandering around alone. Many things in the past came to mind one by one, and too many people were implicated by him, such as Tianlei Mountain and the people of Ninghe. It seemed that he had been causing trouble all his life. After thinking about it, I became more determined to avenge Tianlei Mountain. I must go to Jin's house again!

Lying lazily on the boat, the ice crystals on his chest jumped violently, alerting him that a monk was coming. Opening his eyes, he saw a few black spots standing thousands of meters high in the sky. He sighed softly, these people are really inexhaustible to kill.

The black spots in the sky gradually grew larger, revealing four figures, all wearing soapy green robes, falling rapidly. Ninghu Lake is quite big, and they were very fast. They chose a secluded place to fall down, but no one noticed them. The three people stopped on the lake, and the fourth person plunged directly into the lake. He surfaced a quarter of an hour later and shook his head at the other three people.

A tall man with a short mustache on the lake said: "Since the dragon spirit is not here, let's go look for Fang Jian."

Zhang Ping's sampan was ten miles away, but with Bing Jing's help, he listened to the entire conversation between the four people and wondered what these four guys were doing with Fang Jian. Thinking about it, the clothes they wore were very similar to those of the Qing sect disciple three months ago. Could it be that they were from the Qing sect?

The four people didn't notice Zhang Afraid, so they jumped towards the shore. Zhang was afraid that he would deliberately leak his spiritual power, so the four of them noticed the situation and immediately turned around and ran towards him. It flew over in the blink of an eye and surrounded Zhang Ping in a four-sided encirclement.

The four of them were intermediate-level Nascent Soul cultivators. Zhang Ping cursed secretly that Nascent Soul cultivators were becoming more and more worthless, and they were all over the street. The four of them smiled and said nothing.

The tall man with short beard asked in a deep voice: "Which sect are you from? What are you doing here?"

Zhang was afraid that he would not answer and asked instead: "What are you looking for Fang Jian for? To clean up the family?"

One sentence made the four of them change their minds. He actually heard what he said. After checking his cultivation level, he couldn't figure out the exact level. The man with the short mustache asked again in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"What are you asking Fang Jian for?" Zhang Ping also asked again.

The big man with the short beard had a face as dark as water. He raised his hand and a long sword with a handle like a red sword appeared in his palm, stabbing Zhang Wen with a flash of silver light. The other three people activated at the same time, blocking all escape routes with their three swords, intending to kill him.

It seems that these people are also old murderers, and they will take lives if they disagree with each other. Zhang was afraid that if his thoughts moved a little, several ice walls would appear silently around him, but he could hear the tinkling sound and countless attacks would all hit the ice wall, which remained motionless.

The expressions of the four people changed again. A stab with all their strength could not penetrate the ice. What kind of spell was this? The big man with the short mustache shouted in a low voice: "Get up!" The four of them stepped back at the same time, making sword gestures. Bright threads flew out from the swords in their hands, entangled with each other, and after a while, they formed a bright net that emitted light and covered Zhang Ai.

Zhang was afraid of being silent in the bright net, so he asked softly: "But the Four Elephant Sword Formation?"

The young man in front of him knew the sword formation, and he also knew Fang Jian. It corresponded to the news reported by the disciples who had escaped a few days ago. It was probably Zhang Ping, the famous disciple of Tianlei Mountain who had made a name for himself. He remembered that many of his fellow disciples had died at his hands. , the short-bearded man shouted angrily: "Kill!" The four of them used their swords to attack Zhang Wen at the same time. I saw the bright net in the sky getting brighter, glowing brightly, and several filaments in the light danced towards Zhang Ain.

Zhang Aif stood still and muttered: "Boring." The ice wall was so hard, how could it be broken by a sword formation?

To be on the safe side, the ice wall was thickened several times. After a while, filaments fell on it, continuously, and connected into one piece, wrapping the ice wall into a giant cocoon. The four people chanted the magic formula at the same time, and the filaments were entangled like a python, trying hard to crush the ice wall, and there was a faint creaking sound.

Zhang Ai stood in the ice wall and looked out. Thin threads circled the wall. Was this a sword formation? He asked loudly: "Did one of you from the Three Talents Formation die? Why didn't the other two come?"

No one answered the four people, and they used all their strength to use the filaments to strangle Zhang Ai. Zhang Wei smiled: "Didn't anyone tell you that I am very powerful? You actually want to kill me?"

Of course the four members of the Qing Clan knew that he was powerful and that he had more than a hundred powerful monsters, but they did not believe that the nearly invincible Four Elephants Sword Formation that dominated the world could not kill him, so they took a risk. They all tried their best, but still didn't speak.

Zhang Weijing was scheming in his heart. These four people were Fang Jian's elders. They did not kill innocent people indiscriminately. It was nothing to offend him. Do you want to kill them?

He was fighting with others, but Fu Kong noticed it and brought Zhang Tianfang and Fang Jian with him. The little pig and kitten stayed with Song Yunyi to protect the girls. The four masters of Qingmen discovered that the three people were coming, and because they fought against the ice wall with all their strength, they couldn't spare any manpower to intercept them.

Zhang Ping was very happy to find out that Fang Jian had arrived, and asked through the ice wall and silver filaments: "Will these four people be killed?"

Inside is a wall of ice and outside is a hairspring, blocking the two worlds and preventing them from seeing each other. Zhang Tianfang shouted: "Why are you staying in there? Why don't you come out?" Fukong knew that Zhang was afraid of his safety, so he rushed to the clearing gate and the four people shouted the Buddha's name and said, "Donor, please stop." Fang Jian stood on the outside, Seeing that the four people were hesitant, he asked, "The Qingmen?" He had a low status when he was Qingmen, and he had no chance to meet the four masters, so he asked this question.

Zhang Tianfang said angrily: "Whatever door it is, if you don't get out and let it close it." Zhang Awei shouted through the ice wall: "Yeah, do you want to kill me or not?"

To kill or not? He used to be considered a master of the sect at the master level, but now his life was under his control. The sudden pressure made Fang Jian more and more hesitant, and he pondered for a long time without an answer.

Zhang Tianfang said dissatisfied: "Mo Ji, you don't look like a man." He shouted towards the ice wall: "Forget it."

Fang Jian's hesitation made Zhang afraid of his choice. With a snap of his fingers, four ice lotuses came out from the lake. The petals were huge, and they danced lightly and wrapped around the four people. With their magical powers, they were unable to dodge and were caught. Another snap of his fingers, the lake rose up all over the sky, covering the shining net, and suddenly the ice solidified and cracked. The ice was no longer there, and neither was the sword net.

Zhang Weijing stepped out of the water and spoke to the four ice lotuses: "For Fang Jian's sake, I won't kill you, but please go back to the mountain and tell the two remaining brothers of the Sancai Formation to save your lives for me to come and get them." After thinking for a moment, he added in a cold voice: "If they run away, I will kill every one I see."