The black-faced monk who hit Liu Sheng and killed the god was very big, but he was the disciple of Shaolin who was in charge of the 'door' of the Zen master, because the common family name was Tie, and he practiced the golden bell jar, so the people in the ancient martial arts world called him the iron monk.

Shaolin Golden Bell Jar, a total of 12 layers, this iron monk has been cultivated to the ninth, only one inch of the whole body is left to cover the 'door', and the cover 'door' has been practiced by him to the point that he can travel all over the body, and will not be fixed in a certain position on the body.

If you want to break his golden bell jar, you can ...... Unless you can forcibly break through his golden bell qi with your absolute strength, or hit the three hundred and sixty 'acupoints' on his body at the same time.

If you want to forcibly break the golden bell strength of the Iron Monk's body, unless the innate invincible powerhouse personally makes a move, the Iron Monk can be said to be invincible at the sixth order.

When Monk Tie asked if this middle-aged man who was thirty years old was the grandson of Ling Juchen, the man nodded happily.

"Hehe, you are the director of two families, and it seems that your martial arts are not weak there, how about we compare and compare?" Monk Tie looked at Ling Xiao and grinned.

This Black Iron Tower is a martial arts idiot, and when he meets a good opponent, no matter how big or small this person is, he wants to compete with him. Ling Xiao is the grandson of Ling Jiechen and a senior disciple of Wudang Lingming Dao, Wudang's "Tai Chi Immeasurable Qi" is a treasure book of heavenly skills in the ancient martial arts world, and the iron monk can't help but see the joy of hunting.

"Hehe! Uncle Shi called, the disciple should have accompanied Uncle Shi to practice his hands, but the disciple is now on a mission, I'm afraid he can't accompany Uncle Shi!" Ling Xiao also knows a lot about this iron monk, if he is entangled, his task will not have to be done.

"What mission? are you back in the Dragon Group?" said the Iron Monk in surprise.

"Well, the family teacher let the disciple go down the mountain half a year ago. Ling Xiao replied to Monk Tie's words while looking around.

"Don't look at it, it's a ninja retreat. Damn, those guys in the island country are all rats, and if they can't win, they dig 'holes' and escape. The Iron Monk stomped his foot hard, "Bang!", and the entire ground shook violently.

Ling Xiao gasped, this iron monk seems to be famous when he meets him, his skills are outrageously high, and Gu Wu's cultivation seems to be still above his father!

At this time, the miniature communication device on Ling Xiao's ears sounded, and Ling Xiao's face gradually became solemn.

"Uncle Shi, that guy hasn't escaped far just now, and our people found his traces three miles away. ”

"Really, in that direction?" Monk Tie's eyes immediately lit up, and the golden bell qi surging all over his body, and the momentum as solemn as a mountain pressed Ling Xiao, who was defenseless, almost turned his back on his breath. In the eyes of the Iron Monk, Yanagi Killing God is undoubtedly a good opponent.

Ling Xiao pointed to the south, "Whew!" A strong wind blew, the leaves danced wildly, and the iron monk, who was two meters tall and resembled a black iron tower, had disappeared in front of his eyes.

"This ......!" Ling Xiao couldn't help but ooze a trace of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes were bigger than a 'chicken' egg. The tall Iron Monk was so good that he was not affected by his burly figure in the slightest.

Ling Xiao froze down, and then chased down to the south. More than a hundred kilometers south of this town is a modern port city, and there is no other way to sneak back to the island country than by sea.

Airports, train stations, and bus stations in major cities have been closely monitored by the Dragon Group. If you want to fly back to the island country, it is absolutely impossible.

When night falls, the tired birds return to their nests, and the lights of thousands of homes in Shangjing City reflect each other with the stars in the sky. Whether it is the stars on the earth or the stars in the sky sometimes does not have to be so clear.

In a deserted and dark alley in the west of the city, a tall and thin man in a black 'color' robe and a long-haired 'woman' are facing each other.

The man in the black shirt was 'masked' with a black cloth, his hands were wearing black 'colored' leather gloves, and only a pair of 'fine' eyes were 'exposed' all over his body. The 'woman' was wearing a white 'colored' short-sleeved shirt and a white-washed denim skirt, and her long hair was tied in a bundle with a large blue 'color' hairpin and hung down from behind.

The light gauze 'covers' the face, and a pair of eyes full of aura shine with a moving light. Rushui's eyes were now fixed on the black-shirted man standing in the dark corner of the 'dark'.

"Why are you chicks following me, if you don't give a reason, don't blame me for destroying the 'flowers'. The black-shirted man's voice was extremely cold, and a murderous aura had already spread from him. He's already murderous!

"I want something in your hand!" the 'woman' said indifferently, as if she didn't sense the murderous aura emanating from the man opposite.

"What's the matter!" the black-shirted man's eyes flickered, and his gaze was as sharp as an eagle staring at the 'woman's 'veiled' face.

The 'girl' chuckled: "Don't pretend to be garlic, I want the holy relics of Tibetan Tantra." ”

"How do you know?" The black-shirted man's body suddenly trembled slightly, although he couldn't see his face because he was 'covered', but he was undoubtedly shocked now.

He had worked hard to steal the Holy Relic of the Tantric Sect, but except for a few Guardian Elders of the Tantric Sect who guarded the Holy Relic, almost no one knew about it, why did this young 'woman' in front of him know that the Holy Relic was on him? Could it be that the matter had already spread in the ancient martial arts world?

Thinking of this, the black-shirted man's eyes couldn't help but reveal a little panicked.

"No accompaniment!" the man in the black shirt shook his figure, and immediately climbed over the high wall like a cloud of light smoke and turned out of the alley.

"Don't run away!" the 'girl' never thought that the man would run away, and when she jumped up the high wall, there were only houses in front of her, and the tall and thin man in black shirt was nowhere to be seen.

"Runs faster than a rabbit. "The long-haired 'girl' stood on top of the high wall, and when she stepped on it in annoyance, several cracks suddenly appeared on the wall of the high wall under her feet.

"But...... Why didn't he seem to be poisoned!I obviously let the drunken breeze go!" The 'girl' thought for a moment, and really didn't understand why the black-shirted man didn't get hit.

The 'girl' thought for a moment, then jumped into the darkness and disappeared between the buildings.

The most dangerous place is the safest place, and when most of the masters in Shangjing went out of the city to round up Liu Sheng's killing god and ghost eye evil knife, Shangjing seemed to be the safest place in the city.

In a landfill on the outskirts of the city, a large open space is littered with piles of foul-smelling household garbage that have not yet had time to be buried. In the midst of the garbage heaps, there were several figures shaking.

Scavengers, who are the first to wake up in the city, silently shuttle through the dying street lamps to all corners of the city. As the most low-key and humble group of people in the city, the scavengers have been temporarily forgotten by the world

The giant beast of the city produces thousands of tons of excrement every day, and what is generally thought to have lost its use value has been transformed into a priceless treasure in the hands of waste pickers, and there are always waste pickers in a huge landfill.

Every day, a large amount of household garbage comes from the city and the countryside around the city, and the drivers usually wear masks and roll the windows tightly, with serious expressions and gloomy eyes, as if they are tired.

When the garbage in the carriage is cleared, the garbage trucks can blast the oil 'door' and leave the dust. Usually after the afternoon, there are scavengers here.

However, these days, a strange scavenger has come near the landfill. The reason why he is said to be a waste picker is because he also picks up the household garbage that can be recycled with other waste pickers, exchanges money, and eats.

However, this scavenger sleeps in a small nest made of waste cardboard boxes during the day, and only comes out at night. At night, he is among the scavengers who wander around the garbage heap like a ghost.

Tonight, it's a bit special, because this ordinary people don't want to get close to the half-step landfill, there is a white-clothed 'girl', this white-clothed 'girl' has a peerless face, the long hair of the shawl is black and shiny, she stepped on the moon, floating out of the dust, like a fairy in the moon palace.

The white-clothed 'woman' silently came to the scavenger who slept during the day and picked up the waste at night, and the eyes of all the scavengers in the landfill were attracted by the beautiful figure.

Except for the scavenger who was still churning in the garbage heap with his back to the 'woman' in white, who seemed to be unaware. The stench in the landfill was terrible, but the white-clothed 'girl' didn't even frown, because in her eyes there was only this ragged and unkempt scavenger in front of her.

If someone has super good eyesight, they will find that in fact, the shoes worn by the 'girl' in white are actually not touching the ground, which means that although she seems to be standing behind the scavenger, she is actually suspended in the air.

Don't...... Is she a ghost?