At this time, Dongmen Ruo spoke carefully.

Zhao Yanyan stood silently, looking at An Qisheng's eyes very surprised.

In her senses, the internal strength of this gun-holding man was not strong, at least he had not yet reached the point of condensing the seeds of true qi, but he did not expect that he could fight with Huiguo without losing the upper hand.

You should know that although Longxiang Fa Temple has declined, its inherited martial arts are also the best in the world, and there are few opponents at the same level.

"No more fighting, no more fighting."

Huiguo shook her head.

The previous solemn atmosphere actually dissipated like this.

Dongmenruo felt a little strange in his heart, but he was relieved very quickly.

The Huiguo people call it an evil monk instead of a demon monk because they are just eccentric and they are not demonic.

If his actions fall into the devil's way, the Dragon Elephant Dharma Temple, which only has two people, cannot protect him at all.

He has been killed by a group of heroes.

Where can he be allowed to walk openly in Dafeng?

The sky was dimming, and outside the mountain village under the afterglow, several people found a clean place to sit.

An Qisheng's tone is bad:

"Little monk, you can talk now."

"well."

Huiguo sighed: "This matter is a long story..."

An Qisheng's temple jumped:

"Then let's tell a long story!"

"This starts with the inheritance of my Longxiang Dharma Temple."

The little monk Huiguo sighed again:

"Seven hundred years ago, my Dragon Elephant Temple was once glorious. Later, I encountered the Demon of the Spirit Seizing, and almost cut off the inheritance. According to the little monk's wishes, it was cut off.

However, the ancestor of the Xiao Monk lineage was expelled from the master and was still obsessed with it. After that, he carried the inheritance of the Longxiang Dharma Temple alone... After several battles, the ancestor knew that it was not the opponent of his spirit-snatching demon, so he turned to the Daewoo Gun Master at that time...

Somehow, Daewoo Gun Lord was actually moved by him and took action to kill the spirit-snatching demon head, but the spirit-snatching demon skill was passed down..."

Huiguo narrated things 700 years ago in a plain manner, with an extremely calm expression.

During his story, several people gradually learned the reason why Huiguo took action against An Qisheng.

"This relic was left by that ancestor..."

Huiguo spread her palms and a red relics:

"This relic was originally black. Once it met the successor of the Tianyi Pursuasion Spiritual Sutra, it would emit a red light... This is also the reason why the little monk took the initiative to test the donor."

"Tianyi Sect of Spiritual Sutra..."

Zhao Yanyan and Dongmenruo looked at An Qisheng and became alert.

Although they had never heard of this, they also learned from Huiguo that this martial art is very strange and terrible. Not only can they absorb the skills of others, but they can also be reborn from their bodies.

"The donor An is not the descendant of the Spirit-Saving Sutra. His internal energy is pure and has no impurities, and it is by no means made by absorbing others."

Huiguo pinched the red relics, and was a little confused:

"Maybe, this relic is too old..."

An Qisheng said nothing.

The little monk did not respond correctly, but he did practice the Tianyi Spiritual Slaying Sutra, but he did not seize the internal strength of others.

He was just a little surprised.

A piece of relic left behind seven hundred years ago can still work seven hundred years later. The old monk is afraid that his realm will reach an incredible level.

And such a person could not do anything about Master Duoling Ling, and was easily killed by the Daewoo Gun Lord.

What is the realm of heaven and man?

"The little monk's donkey is gone, and I have to buy one. I will see you all the donors if you are destined to be goodbye."

Huiguo patted the dust that did not exist on the monk's robe, stood up and walked into the dark night that had completely sunk:

"In this bandit's nest, the monk only took half a tael of money to buy donkeys, and the rest was given to Donald An...."

Words floated around.

The figure has disappeared.

"This little monk..."

An Qisheng stroked the cold gun body and sighed in his heart:

"I can only find another opportunity..."

Originally, this time he wanted to show his magical magic in his identity to divert the sight of the six doors, but when he met such a young monk, his plan was disappointed.

If he had shown the skill of the Heavenly Slaying Spirit Sutra before, I was afraid that Huiguo would have been with him until now...

"Brother An..."

If the east gate is about to open.
Chapter completed!