The Monk

Chapter 65 The second unlucky guy

In a moment, the five people flew over, and when they landed, they saw Zhang Fright looking like he was facing a formidable enemy; there were broken magic weapons on the ground; and there were also extremely nervous National Master disciples, and they were very confused. The leader was a scribe. Seeing that Zhang Weijing had the highest level of cultivation, he asked, "Was there a fight just now?" At the same time, he hesitated in his heart. Who is this person? Why does it look familiar?

Of course he looked familiar. He had dined at the same restaurant a few days ago, but I saw him from behind. Zhang was afraid that it was him, so he thought for a moment and said, "There was a young man who robbed a weak girl. I had a fight with him."

After saying this, the faces of the other five people all changed. The scribe said nervously: "Young man? Isn't he very handsome? He uses a silver sword?"

Zhang Ping said yes, and pointed his right hand somewhere on the ground: "That's the tip of his sword."

The scribe grabbed the tip of the blade and looked at it again and again as if he couldn't believe it. He said nonchalantly: "How is it possible? How is it possible?" He carefully looked at Zhang Awei again. Yes, he was at the elementary level of pill formation, but he could actually destroy it. A magic weapon for an intermediate master? I can't believe it anyway. A man in linen clothes beside him interrupted: "Where is the devil running to?"

I had met him in the restaurant and was considered an acquaintance. Zhang Aif smiled and pointed behind him: "I've been running for a long time. Do you want to chase me?"

The man in the linen shirt gritted his teeth and said: "Of course we have to chase! A dozen brothers can't die in vain, and there are still hundreds of lives to repay!" He took out a talisman from his arms and threw it into the sky. The talisman turned into a white light when it lifted off. Towards the distance.

"That guy is so vicious? He looks like a pretty young man, but he didn't expect to be so cruel?" Zhang Weijing put away his body-protecting skills and fell to the ground.

The scribe said: "Don't be deceived by his appearance. The devil has lived for at least a hundred years. He specializes in taking virgin blood. No woman kidnapped by him can survive."

A few people were talking, and they heard that Song Yunyi and the three women were afraid again and again. Fortunately, Zhang Wei risked his life to save him, otherwise... Song Yunyi didn't dare to think too much, walked forward slowly, and bowed to Zhang Wei, "Thank you, little lady." To thank you for saving your life, if it is convenient for you now, please go back to the palace with your young lady and prepare some wine to express your gratitude." She calmed down and realized that Zhang Wei was so powerful that she naturally stopped talking about rewarding him with an official title. While speaking, Song Yunyi raised his eyes and took a peek. A lovely face with pure white and flawless heroic spirit came into view. He felt very fond of him. He remembered his gentle smile and whispered don't be afraid just now. He also thought of his left hand holding his belt. As he walked forward, he seemed a little nervous for no reason, and a blush crept onto his cheeks.

Zhang Ai is in a trance, wondering what he should do next time he sees the devil, should he run away or run away? Suddenly seeing such an extremely beautiful woman saluting and talking to him, he felt a little at a loss and waved his hands and said: "Nothing, nothing."

Song Yunzhi and Zhang Yiru also stepped forward to salute and express their thanks, making Zhang Wen even more flustered. At this time, a figure flew quickly from the horizon and stopped in front of him. He was a bald man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a straight nose, and a broad mouth. He looked very heroic. When the five scribes saw him coming, they all bowed and said: "Boss Wen." Boss Wen said solemnly: "Have you found any traces of the devil?" The scribes walked up to Boss Wen and whispered a few words. Boss Wen's eyes became curious and looked at him. Xiang Zhang was afraid, looked at it for a moment, and said to a few people: "Liu Fang stays, the others will follow me." After saying that, a figure flew south, followed by four men, and only the scribe was left in front of the ancestral temple. .

There were thieves who robbed the princess. When such a big event happened, the ancestor worship was of course suspended. The palace maid came to invite the princess to the chariot. Song Yunyi wanted to invite Zhang Ain back to the palace to express her gratitude. However, Zhang was afraid that he would not respond, so the group had to return disappointed. After the officials and guards left, the people gathered together again, wanting to see what the gods looked like. Suddenly someone shouted: "Erya! Where is Erya? Where is Erya?" His shout elicited more shouts, all from the crowd. Looking for women. Zhang Weiwei counted that at least more than twenty girls were missing. Knowing that they were kidnapped by the devil, he was hesitant to help. After thinking about it, he became even more hesitant about how to act.

When he lowered his head and saw five broken flying cymbals, he felt a little pity. When he looked up, he saw that the scribe Liu Fang was staring at him, feeling a little unhappy. He said casually: "Farewell." and wanted to leave. But Liu Fang kept him: "Stay here, I don't know where my little brother wants to go? The devil is raging and rampant, and my little brother may be harmed if he acts alone, why don't we do it together..."

Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen figures flew from the sky, all of them were early monks in the alchemy stage. After landing, they chatted with Liu Fang for a few words. Zhang Ain thought to himself: There are so many alchemy monks, no wonder no one dares to provoke the wanderer.

After Liu Fang greeted them, he asked Zhang Ai: "I wonder what you think, little brother?" Zhang Ai thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, I still like someone." After saying this, his body floated up slightly. , no matter how high it is, the figure becomes insubstantial and then disappears. Liu Fang looked down and said in surprise: "What kind of skill is this? Who saw where he went?" All the monks shook their heads, and Liu Fang sighed: "That's it, let's go meet with Boss Wen." A group of people flew in the air And fly into the distance.

The gods were gone, the ancestor worship celebrations were gone, and the people turned back to the city noisily.

Zhang Ping did not leave, he just used a trick to hide it from everyone. After everyone left, they fell back to the ground and released three big dogs to sniff the blood stains left after the handsome boy was stabbed by the Shadowless Knife. He originally wanted to stay out of the matter, but when he thought of those twenty-odd lives, he always felt reluctant to give up. After thinking for a long time, he decided that if the stupid dog could find the traces of the devil, he would try.

After the three dogs washed their marrow, their sense of smell and hearing became extremely powerful. After sniffing the blood stains, they all raised their heads to the south and barked twice. Zhang Ping sighed and said: "Chase." He took out the newly refined snake from the storage bag. Whip, replaced the original one, took out a bunch of talismans and placed them in the cuffs. The tooth sword and the mysterious bone knife were eliminated, and returned to the storage bag along with the old snake whip, and then directed the big dog to go south. While marching, add six layers of shields to yourself, hold a shadowless knife in each hand, and be absolutely armed to the teeth.

The last time we returned to Nitian Cave, when the Fu Shen Snake shed its skin for the fourth time, the three big dogs successfully advanced to the third level of monster beasts, which is equivalent to the high-level cultivation of human beings in the foundation building stage. The advancement was an advancement, but they still couldn't fly, so the three dogs searched for traces of the demon on the ground alone.

After walking for a day and a night, the moon rose and set without finding anything. Zhang Wen took out three Qi-Building Pills and threw them to the big dog. He also took a Spiritual Energy Pill and a Gushen Pill himself and continued his search.

At this time, he had already left the city and countryside and entered a deep mountain. The mountain is not high, just deep. It seems to have no end except for the ravines and trees. Zhang feared that his consciousness was at its maximum, and his eyes, ears, and nose were fully aware of the movement around him. At night, when he wanted to give up, a large lake appeared in front of him. Three big dogs stopped when they were more than a hundred feet away from the lake. They barked twice in front of them and looked back at Zhang Afraid. Zhang Awei realized that he was almost there, so he cheered up and moved forward carefully.

"How many more treasures do you have?" A handsome young man appeared out of thin air on the lake, speaking to Zhang with a crooked mouth.

Zhang was afraid that he would not answer, so he walked out of the woods and stood by the lake. The three dogs stared fiercely at the boy in the lake with bared teeth.

The handsome young man looked at the three dogs and said, "Monster? A third-grade one? Worth some money. Are you so unwilling to talk to me?"

Zhang Wei still didn't answer, and searched the surroundings carefully. The devil was here, and the kidnapped girl should also be here. After searching for a long time, he noticed some traces of human presence at the bottom of the lake. Could it be hidden at the bottom of the lake? Zhang Ain raised his eyes to look at the handsome young man and suddenly shouted loudly. The five five elements of body protection on his body burst out at the same time, like a stream of colorful light hitting the young man.

The young man twisted his mouth and disappeared from the lake. He appeared on the other side of the lake. He raised his hand to wipe his nose and said, "What you know really gives me a headache." When he let go, he flicked his finger in the air. There was no warning in the air. He brought out a silver bell, and as he flicked his fingers, the tinkling kept ringing. There was a faint rhythm that affected your mind, making it difficult for you to concentrate, and you were even led by the sound of the bell into confusion.

Zhang is afraid that the most powerful thing is the Yuan Shen. He has been cultivating in the Nitian Cave for more than sixty years. If it takes ten years to reach the elixir-forming stage, then the remaining fifty years are spent cultivating the Yuan Shen. He had mastered the most difficult Divine Refining Song in Leishan until it was only one level short of perfection, so when the bell rang, the soul in his mind only flickered slightly, and then there was no response.

The handsome young man didn't know this, so he grinned evilly and said, "If I don't torture you, I'll send you on your way." The figure swayed and appeared next to Zhang Wei, and a knife in his hand was slashed towards his throat. He thought that since he was highly cultivated, as long as the bell could disturb Zhang Ai, it would be easy to kill him? So he didn't leave a backup plan and swung the sword lazily. However, he did not expect that the bell that had been tried and tested would lose its effectiveness in front of Zhang Ai. Zhang Ai looked at the young man coldly, lowered his body, pressed the two knives in his hands into the young man's body again, pressed in two six-star talismans, then retracted the knives and retreated quickly. The young man was injured and retreated quickly. Seeing that Zhang Ai was not affected by the bell, he knew it was bad, but it was already too late. He looked at Zhang Ai with a look of disbelief and retreated. He snapped his fingers and said "Boom" softly, and then there was a loud bang. From within the body, monstrous flames burned him, and then, he lost all sense.

This is the second unlucky guy to die in Zhang Ai's hands because of his carelessness. Like the last one, not even a name was left.