Seeing Xiao Sheng's doubts, Zhang Yun said coldly: "I said earlier, I believe in my family. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info What's more, you think I don't want to involve others into this mud pond, but I don't know if there will be an accident? For example, those Tartars outside the city are likely to have fallen into bad luck. ”

No one in this courtyard can verify the right and wrong of Zhang Yun's words, but the butterfly dancers outside the city can experience it for themselves.

After a detour out of the city, the butterfly dancers led by Swallow Tianlang can finally breathe a sigh of relief. Because Zhang Yun's sudden entry into the city early in the morning almost disrupted all the subordinates of the six forces in the city, Swallow Tianlang's perception of Zhang Yun also had a new change.

A pure martial artist would not have such a mind, or it should be said that a warrior who wants to return to the rivers and lakes as an invincible immortal and set foot in the temple does not need to use his brain like this. Shouldn't he prefer to do it? This is Swallow Tianlang's previous judgment on Zhang Yun, of course, it has been completely overturned at this time.

Jiao Niang groaned: "Zhang Yun is not the same as what we thought before. ”

Swallowing Tianlang's face was also as calm as water, he looked at the Chuzhou city gate outside Li Xu and said, "If those people in the city can't make Zhang Yun weak enough, we don't have to stop him from leaving the city." ”

"What?" "Jiao Niang raised her eyebrows, a little surprised that the man in front of her would take the initiative to retreat.

"Think I'm scared before I fight?" Swallow Tianlang smiled bitterly, "You know, I know how to observe qi. The moment Zhang Yun arrived at the inn, I felt as if I had been picked up and thrown in the ice and snow, with nothing to hide, and I was seen through. How do you think I can still be afraid? Zhang Yun must die, but I don't want to be one of the foreshadowers before he dies. "The latest chapter of héiyāпgê has been updated

Jiao Niang's brain couldn't turn around. She is very aware of the strength of Swallow Tianlang, and the martial arts level of Swallow Tianlang is only a thin line different from the martial arts level of the man who is ranked first. The person who was in the first place in the butterfly dance was hidden by His Majesty's side all the year round, and a small number of rumors had revealed that his method of dividing his strength into a stream was peeking into the heavens, and when Swallowing Tianlang was fighting with him for the first place, he couldn't see through his secret method with the technique of looking at qi, so the two of them were separated from one or two.

A man who is so strong that he has made countless so-called masters in the rivers and lakes die tragically in his hands, will actually admit that he was seen through by a man who is less than thirty.

You know, being seen through is far different from being defeated. Defeat may only be temporary, and being seen through means that in fact, if the opponent is willing to do his best, then the person who is seen through will not have any chance to fight back, and there is no possibility of losing for a while.

Swallowing Tianlang patted Jiao Niang's head. For this woman who admired him from admiration to love, although Swallow Tianlang never really promised anything, he had already decided in his heart to complete His Majesty's plan this time, and then resigned and went into hiding, and stayed with Jiao Niang.

"Bao Tun Tianlang, there is someone over there, a monk. A subordinate quickly reported the results of the investigation. According to Tun Tianlang, not to mention that there is a monk walking towards this Chuzhou City at this time, even if there is a sparrow suddenly, it must be reported immediately.

Swallower's gaze shifted in the direction the man was pointing.

A white-clothed monk came from afar, not very fast, and seemed to be carrying a huge bamboo box behind him.

"Monk?" Swallow Tianlang pouted, "This person's qi has not been unusual, kill it, give a whole corpse." ”

The subordinate had to be ordered to go, and the monk was naturally left behind by Swallowing Tianlang, if it weren't for someone suddenly talking in his ear.

"The poor monk Longjue Temple is the best, dare to ask the donor, have you ever seen the black horse and the white man go to Chuzhou?"

Swallowing Tianlang immediately turned around and called out to those men who rushed out not far away. Both he and Jiao Catcher had already understood that the slender and tall white-clothed monk was by no means a pitiful man who could take his life at will as the two of them had seen before.

"What the holy monk asked, but Zhang Yun Zhang Daxia?" Swallowing Tianlang's face changed very quickly, the surprise of the previous moment had not fully surfaced, and the next moment it had already turned into a respectful expression in response to the words of the white-clothed monk.

Jiao Niang quietly gestured, and the spies from Butterfly Dance immediately understood the situation at the moment, and scattered one after another, faintly forming a semicircle shape.

The best monk still spoke steadily, and his voice was like a Sanskrit song: "The poor monk respects Zhang Zhenren, so he asks Chuzhou to go with him, and the real person does not want my generation of monks to cause the red dust, but I don't know that I go to the red dust to become a Buddha in my heart." Please also give way to each other, and the poor monks are grateful. ”

Swallowing Tianlang clenched his fists and raised his fists, still full of kindness: "The holy monk is polite, and we are also here to save Zhang Zhenren, but at this moment, there are many small nights in Chuzhou City, and we are not able to do it, and we are looking for help again." I wonder if the holy monk came alone, or if there was another help?"

The supreme monk always had a seemingly steady to somewhat slow pace, but the distance between him and the Butterfly Dance crowd had rapidly shrunk by more than half from more than two miles at the beginning, and the distance was less than one mile.

Swallowing Tianlang's hand behind his back made a gesture, so many masters of the Butterfly Dance, including Jiao Niang, entered an extremely nervous state of preparation. The blade was slightly unsheathed, the muscles tightened, and some even opened their lips slightly to breathe in more air, so that they could burst out whenever needed.

The supreme monk raised a single palm as a salute, and his steady stride was magnified by more than two, so the distance of less than one mile soon became less than a hundred zhang, and then it was within twenty zhang.

Swallow Tianlang suddenly remembered the name of the monk at the beginning.

Longjue Temple, Longjue Temple! This person is an ascetic monk of Longjue Temple!?

The more he thought about it, the more surprised he became, and the more he thought about it, the more dignified he became. If this tall and thin monk is really an ascetic monk from that mysterious and mysterious land, he really can't be underestimated, no, not to mention that he can't be underestimated, and he should be paid ten times more attention!

The highest level of hospitality of the butterfly dance is the moon arc array laid out at this moment. Swallowing Tianlang stepped forward a few steps, as if to greet the white-clothed monk who was coming. Only these fellow Butterfly Dance colleagues knew that Swallow Tianlang, who stepped forward as a welcome at this moment, was actually ready to fight with all his might.

The supreme monk erected a single palm and turned into two palms together, and said "My Buddha is merciful" in his mouth, and the steps under his feet became more than double again.

Twenty zhang distance disappeared, and the best monk and Swallow Tianlang met.

Swallowing Tianlang's smiling face did not decrease, and the welcoming hands were directly inserted into the ribs of the white-clothed monk. The best monk turned a blind eye to the two palms of the swallowing Tianlang, still put his palms together, and the Vajra Sutra in his mouth sounded like a Sanskrit singing, walking is the Buddha, the mouth is the Buddha, and the Buddha is the Buddha.

The middle fingers of Swallowing Tianlang's palms were the first to touch the enemy's ribs, and his feeling was like a golden stone, and he was obviously unable to rebound, but he still felt his fingers want to be broken because of the terrifying hardness.

"Sure enough, it's a monk from Longjue Temple, how many generations of ascetics are you?" Swallow Tianlang was still smiling, and his smile was even a little more calm and calm.

"The eleventh ascetic of the poor monk Longjue Temple, the best. The Supreme Monk still spoke as steadily as before, but his steps slowed down slightly because of the ten fingers of Swallowing Tianlang's palms.