Outside the wood carving shop, Wei Qing said coldly, "Even my parents and sisters, the four sects have lost thousands of lives. Master, you have a high level of cultivation and come here from afar. None of us dares to come out of the sword to face each other, and want you to laugh at me?"

The fat monk looked solemn and folded his hands together: "Mr., that injustice was indeed the great sin of our temple. I just want to forgive me. If you ask for anything, the monk can respond to all the difficult things!"

"I, Wei Qing, don't ask for anything. I only made a vow from the day when my family was destroyed. I hope that in this life, there will be a day when the monk can help the Luohan Temple?"

Let the monk raise his eyebrows: "The scoundrel shakes the tree, don't make the Arhat angry!"

"Bald donkey, then please take my sword!"

I just killed one person, but the fearless sword that was unveiled again was cold and bright, and there was no drop of blood on it!

Twenty years of hatred accumulated on the sword, and the sharpness of the Taoist spirit was extremely sharp. He was the only one who saw the fifth-level monk in his life!

"Hao!"

“This…”

The monk closed his cymbals and saw them and knew their name. One was called the Dharma and the other was the Elegant Voice.

They are two treasures. When they are closed, the crisp sound of cymbals hitting Wei Qing’s eardrums ruptured!

But with fearless sword, the two cymbals could not be fixed. With the sharp sound of the friction of the Taoist spirit, a sword penetrated, and the sword force penetrated straight into the heart of the fat monk!

Punching into the body, the sword is sharp and the Taoist spirit is still strangling the monk's soul!

If you give this son a few more years, becoming a land immortal will definitely be a great evil, and this temple will be a great trouble!

Suddenly, the fat monk who was severely injured disappeared.

Only the fearless sword that was not covered with blood stood out of thin air.

The body of the earth immortal can hide in life objects, but the sound of the Dharma is hard to guess which cymbal is his life object!

"Since you have good skills, the monk will not learn from the Bodhisattva's eyebrows, and then show the angrily eyes of the Vajra!"

"Hao!"

The two cymbals were tapped out of thin air, which made Wei Qing unstable.

His first ninth level was the first to be achieved, except for the amazing Taoist intention, the body of a human and immortal was still too thin.

The cymbals flew towards Wei Qing’s neck!

On the other side of Xizheng Street, an embroidery needle and a bone-cutting knife were buzzing and flying quickly; the north was a serious note, but halfway through, many words floated out of the book first; on the tiles in front of the animal skin shop, Tu Zhuang bent his bow and arrows, shouting: "Monk keeps people!"

The closest to the wood carving shop is the pottery shop opposite.

A large earth altar appeared silently, and it was about to cover Wei Qing.

But the difference between the fifth level of the Earth Immortal and the new first level is that the Yayin cymbal flashes out of thin air, flies past, and takes away a head.
Chapter completed!