Under the city gate.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the ordinary people who were afraid that they would be affected had already fled far away, but the officers and soldiers who were eyeing them did not let them go easily.

The heroes of the martial arts who were still confronting the monks in a fierce manner just now felt guilty when they saw that these monks were really going to take action. After all, a thin camel is bigger than a horse. However, there are many bloody men here.

"I'm afraid of a bird. At worst, I'll go to burn the ruined temple of these bald donkeys in 18 years!"

The fat man, who was as big as a ball, cursed. He was huge and fat, but his speed was extremely fast, like a huge rock, and rushed towards the old monk in the lead.

"This brother is so brave! I admire him!"

"Everyone goes together, there are only so many monks!"

"Do it! I have been tolerating these bald donkeys for a long time!"

Someone took the lead, but the rest of them were all worried and followed the crowd.

The blood surged in his mind, and his face was red. They used all means to greet the monks. Although these people had high martial arts skills, they had a bit of momentum.

Bang!

The fat man who first started to meet him rolled back at a faster speed than before, and knocked down many people behind him.

Before the warriors understood what was going on, they saw the old monk who had a dead body, as if he was about to die at any time, wandering indifferently among the crowd.

The old monk didn't seem to be urgent, but everyone didn't see how the other party was doing. People who were approaching the old monk suddenly flew backwards.

It was as if he had encountered a demonic magic. This old monk was really very skillful in martial arts.

No one expected that this old monk, who seemed to be about to die, would have such a huge power and such a fast speed.

Some people think that the old monk is so scary, but they don’t care whether he is despicable or not. In an instant, hundreds of silver stars shot towards the old monk in the air.

"Amitabha!" The old monk looked compassionate. Facing these hundreds of hidden weapons, his face looked like an ancient well, neither happy nor sad, calm and peaceful.

His cassock was waving, and a red vortex appeared instantly.

All the hidden weapons in the sky were swept into the vortex by him, and then his cassock flew backwards, and followed by screams.

On the other hand, the monks who formed the small Arhat Formation were also fierce.

People and shadows overlap, dozens of stick shadows flew up and down, like a hedgehog-like fortress. Anyone who leaned on them could never block the power of the formation.

Although there are many people in the martial arts world, they have high and low martial arts skills, and are not familiar with them. There are gaps between cooperation, just like a mob.

Facing the old monk and dozens of monks, he was at a disadvantage from beginning to end, and soon he was left with only one wailing. The blood that had just been provoked suddenly cooled down. At this time, Fang Zhi himself was overestimated.

Fortunately, the monks were compassionate after all. Neither the old monk nor other monks made a desperate move. They just broke some bones and were unable to resist for the time being. They just served the officers and soldiers around them to rush forward and detained the people.

"Give it back to me!"

The young man who had previously called to go to the Evil Valley to seek revenge on his enemies, struggled desperately under the suppression of the officers and soldiers. His eyes were red and he looked at the martial arts scriptures that were stolen by a monk, his eyes full of resentment and resentment.

This young man obviously has no knowledge. Nowadays, the best martial arts are no longer rare in the world. Even if you don’t get it here, you can still find it elsewhere.

"Master, why do you have to do this..."

An ethereal and innocent sigh sounded, as if it was a magical power. The air suddenly calmed down and everyone was stopped.

A graceful and moving figure appeared in everyone's sight, as if it contained some kind of confusion. Anyone who saw her eyes could not help but reveal her confusion, and the eyes seemed to be fascinating.

After practicing "The Nine Acts of Fish and Dragons", Lian Xing's breath could have a trace of evil spirit unconsciously, regardless of whether she had noticed it herself or not.

"Amitabha, the female donor also wants the martial arts on this city wall?" The old monk put his hands together, and his peaceful face turned into solemnity.

This delicate and charming woman actually gave him a sense of horror as if she was facing a terrifying beast. He guessed that this woman might have martial arts skills far above him.

Lianxing was wearing a veil at this time, covering her beautiful appearance. No one would associate her with the disabled second-level palace master of Yihua Palace that was circulating in the martial arts world.

"These martial arts are not rare to me, but..."

Lian Xing sighed, "Master, I advise you, no matter what is engraved on this city wall, don't worry about these people who copy martial arts. Because you are not qualified to care about it, just go back and don't waste your life in vain."

Although the old monk felt that the woman appeared a little strange, he did not feel any malice in him and said politely: "This is related to the honor and disgrace of my Shaolin Temple and cannot be easily circulated. Lao Na can only thank the donor for his kindness. However, after hearing what the donor said, he seemed to know who left the things on the city wall?"

Lianxing said: "The monk should get the news that these things cannot be stopped by one person and one temple. As for the person who does these things, aren't they engraved on the wall?"

The old monk's eyes sank: "Do you know what the sacred place of this Zhenwu Palace is?"

Lian Xing shook his head and said, "You are not qualified to inquire about this. Even the martial arts world in the world cannot be fought together. Why bother to struggle?"

She knew that there was no Zhenwu Palace in this world, but now she pretended to be mysterious.

"As for those who carve these scriptures on the wall, they are before you."

The old monk was stunned, then his eyes flashed with a gleam, and he said, "Amitabha, so that's it. I dare to ask the donor, what is the purpose of spreading these martial arts desires? Do you know how great the disaster this disaster is to the people of the world!"

Lian Xing sighed and said, "Old monk, do you ask the wrong person? What can I do if I only have a woman in this way? You should ask the person who makes the decision."

Lian Xing turned his head and looked at Ji Wushang standing in the distance, with a trace of cunning flashing in his eyes. Everyone also saw Ji Wushang in the distance with her eyes.

Although Lianxing's conversation with the old monk was light, it was easily heard by everyone present, and I didn't know whether she was intentional or unintentional.

Ji Wushang was also exposed to other people's eyes for the first time.

"Are these two people from the Zhenwu Palace?" Everyone present had this idea. No one was not curious about who left these martial arts.

The old monk's heart was heavy. The other person in the distance seemed to be more in status than this woman. His martial arts skills were afraid of being higher, but he was not afraid.

"Since the donor is obsessed with it, I can only subdue the demons and the demons!"

Many people present heard the old monk's words and had seen the old monk's martial arts just now, and they couldn't help but worry about this delicate woman.

After all, compared with the monks who rob their martial arts scriptures, those who keep this martial arts can gain their favor more.

Lian Xing sighed, then laughed and said, "I overestimate my abilities."

There seemed to be an illusion in everyone's eyes, Lian Xing's figure blurred for that moment, and then his eyes were shocked and saw the old monk spewing blood backwards.

"Abbot!"

The monks hurriedly caught the old monk and saw that his face was bloodless and his breath was free. He had fainted. Fortunately, his pulse was not in danger of life.

Then the monks looked at the woman again, and they hated and feared for a moment.

No one could see Lian Xing's actions, no one could see how she injured the old monk. Her speed was too fast and her martial arts were too high.

In the eyes of everyone, the old monk was already one of the few masters in the world, but in the hands of this woman, it seemed that she was just a silly old man.

The old monk may not even have a move to block it, so how can it not be shocked?

"Take this witch!"

A middle-aged monk shouted loudly, and the little arhat formation formed again, and the figures flew around and quickly surrounded Lianxing, and the sticks danced, and black shadows enveloped Lianxing.

But Lian Xing seemed to have no idea and let them move.

Everyone was afraid of the power of this stick formation and they all secretly felt sweat for the woman.

Although they had long known that this woman's martial arts skills were terrifying.

boom!

Seeing the extremely sharp stick shadows about to blow Lianxing into meat paste, a ripples of air that could be seen suddenly exploded.

The terrifying true energy was rippling, and dozens of monks who formed the little arhat seemed to be hit by a bombshell. In an instant, figures flew everywhere and blood was sprinkled.

Except for the wailing monks who fell to the ground, no one present dared to breathe.

His eyes were staring at the seemingly delicate woman, as if he saw a monster.

Since today, the so-called Zhenwu Palace, which has been spread throughout the world with the passage of martial arts, seems to have revealed the tip of the iceberg in the cognition of many people.

horrible!

This is a common idea for everyone.

...

The carriage was moving swayingly, Ji Wushang was lying in the carriage, looking at Lian Xing who was instructed to drive the carriage.

"For your blessing, there are a lot of tails behind you."

Lian Xing said, "Then I'll go and kill them?"

"Forget it, let all the monsters and monsters gather together. By the time you catch them all in one go, you can save a lot of effort." Ji Wushang said with his eyes narrowed.

This scene fell into the eyes of many people who followed secretly, and they were even more shocked. Because they knew that the woman's martial arts were terrible, but now she was called by another person in the carriage like a slave, and many speculations arose for a moment.

On the carriage...

Ji Wushang said: "There is no need to take action under the city gate, it is meaningless. But since you have taken action against those monks, why are you merciless in the end?"

Lian Xing blinked and said quietly: "I have worked hard to draw those scriptures and pictures. These monks not only want to destroy them, but also don't want others to copy them. Alas, I'm so angry that I want to teach them a small lesson."

She said this even though she knew that Ji Wushang could not believe this nonsense.

"Why do I think you not only want to expose my traces, but also want to warn those people to know how terrible I am. Don't act rashly, gather more strength and set traps for me. At critical moments, you give me a back prick?"

Ji Wushang opened his eyelids, hung his eyes, and his eyes were filled with no spirit.

Lian Xing turned around, stared at Ji Wushang, and said coldly: "You've called it!"

The carriage was breathing a few times.
To be continued...