"Amitabha. ～.” With a Buddha call, a monk protected in front of Jinyang and several people.

Evil Guantian slapped the monk who suddenly appeared, and when he landed, there was a muffled sound of "bang", and the person uncontrollably "smack" and retreated several steps before gaining a firm foothold.

He was horrified in his heart, he could bombard him into such a person, what kind of master is this, how can there be such a master in the city?

The moment he stood firm, he was anxious to see who the person who came, and when he saw clearly the person who was protecting Jin Yang and the others, his hairy face twitched a few times, and it was a little difficult to accept that the person who repelled him turned out to be such a person.

Standing opposite was a thin old monk like a withered branch, his thin body standing in the night breeze, and when the wind blew, people worried about whether he would be blown away.

But is it true that such a person actually repelled the famous evil in the sky?

If it weren't for his own experience, Evil Guantian couldn't believe that one day he would be repelled by such a person.

In fact, not only the evil Guantian, but also the people of the Jinwumen were a little unbelievable, the person who saved them and repelled the evil Guantian turned out to be such a thin and dry old monk, this Nima is too strong for the peak of a person's normal thinking and concepts.

"Who are you?" Evil Guantian stared at the pair of copper bells with big eyes, and shouted fiercely at the monk.

"Amitabha, the old withered leaves dare to ask the donor's subordinates to keep people." The withered leaves said a Buddha horn, and the old man's voice said pleadingly. In fact, with his strength, he doesn't need to plead for anything at all, he can just kill the two of them, but he is a monk, and the obsession in their hearts is not something that ordinary people can understand.

"Master of Withered Leaves, you are the first person known as the first pseudo-ancient martial artist, the Master of Withered Leaves of the Dragon Soul Temple?" These words were exclaimed by the people of the Jinwu Sect behind. Withered Leaves is known as the first pseudo-ancient martial artist, and his reputation has long resounded throughout the pseudo-ancient martial arts world, and they have never seen anyone who has naturally heard of it.

"You're the dead leaves?" Laughing and evil also changed color at the same time, as the first pseudo-ancient martial artist, the name of the withered leaf is also famous in the semi-ancient martial arts sect, once the withered leaf went to the semi-ancient martial arts sect in pursuit of the supreme realm of martial arts, and it is even rumored that he has entered the real ancient martial arts world.

No one knows what level his strength has reached at present, people only know that he is very powerful.

Since it was the withered leaves who made the move, the laughing and evil shuangs would never dare to act rashly, they couldn't understand how this old monk could come here to interfere in their affairs.

"Master Withered Leaves, we have no grievances with you in the past and no enmity in the near future, why do you want to interfere in our affairs. I advise you not to meddle in your affairs. "Evil Guantian's tone is not good.

"Amitabha, the benefactor, is forgiving and forgiving. Jin Wumen and Lao Ke once had a good fate, and asked the two donors to give Lao Ge a few thin noodles and let them live. ”

Hearing this, everyone present understood, no wonder this old monk suddenly ran out to save the people of the Jinwu Sect, it turned out that they had a relationship with each other.

Withered leaves and Jinwumen bonded, that was decades ago, when withered leaves entered the semi-ancient martial arts world to pursue martial arts unfortunately injured, when his life was dying, he met Jin Muyun, the master of Jinwumen, Jin Muyun saved Withered Leaves' life, and since then Withered Leaves and Jinwumen have formed this good fate.

A few days ago, Jin Muyun, the master of the Jinwu Gate, received a message from his subordinates through the sound transmission stone that Jin Yang was not doing well. Jin Muyun understood his son's virtue, and when he was worried, he asked for help from the withered leaves through the sound transmission stone, so that the withered leaves could take care of Jin Yang.

Withered Leaves remembers Jin Muyun's life-saving grace, and he does not dare to slack off on the trust of his benefactor, he has not been born for more than ten years, and he was born again, chasing the traces of Jin Yang and others all the way.

It just so happened that tonight he found the people of Jin Wumen, and saved the lives of Jin Yang and others at a critical moment. In the words of the monks, this can be regarded as an opportunity arranged in the dark to let the withered leaves repay their kindness.

Jin Yang and others have never seen withered leaves before, so naturally they don't know him, but withered leaves are familiar with Jinyang, because withered leaves have seen Jinyang when they were young, and they also gave Jinyang a Buddha bead as a gift for their first birthday, and now this Buddha bead is strung with a thread and hung on Jinyang's neck.

This Buddha bead is not an ordinary Buddha bead, it contains a unique aura, which is connected with the dead leaf heart, so as long as the dead leaf reaches a certain range around this Buddha bead, he can feel the breath of the Buddha bead, so he rushed over and urgently saved Jin Yang and others.

This has to be said, and it is indeed a great opportunity and luck.

"What if we don't let it go?" No matter what kind of relationship is formed between the Golden Martial Sect and the withered leaves, for him, if the people of the Golden Martial Sect are rescued by a withered old monk today, it will be a slap in the face.

Since his debut, no one has been able to save anyone from him, and his evil name is not called in vain.

What's more, Withered Leaf is just a pseudo-ancient martial artist, and two and a half ancient martial arts masters handed over people because of a pseudo-ancient martial artist in a few words, which makes them put their faces where to put their faces, doesn't this disgrace the reputation of both laughter and evil.

Besides, the old monk of Withered Leaves is powerful, but he is not a vegetarian either, and the two of them may not be the opponents of Withered Leaves. They are the people of Tianhan Sect, one of the three major sects of semi-ancient martial arts, would they be afraid of a pseudo-ancient martial artist?

Withered Leaves saw the evil face, and listened to his tone, he also knew that this thing could not be good today, and he had also heard of the reputation of laughing at both evil, they wanted to kill people, and almost no one dared to stop it easily, otherwise they would be killed.

However, the withered leaves still wanted to fight hard, "Two donors, God has the virtue of a good life, why do you want to kill them all?" ”

"Old bald donkey, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, since you want to wade into this troubled water, then the old rules, you go to death with them." After saying this, with a "brush", Evil Guantian pulled out a black piccolo from behind, which was his weapon.

It's hard to imagine that something like a flute represents a kind of literature and art, and only elegant people like to use this thing, but they didn't expect that such a wild and rough evil man who looks like a primitive man would use such an elegant thing as a weapon.

Of course, it doesn't matter what weapon he uses, the important thing is that since he took out the weapon, it means that the fierce war is about to begin.

"Hehehe, old evil, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, let's sit down and talk about something with a friendly person." The smiling tiger on the opposite side walked over with a smile.

"Talk about a ball, old bald donkey, you want to find a dead man to fulfill you, take it." The evil sky roared wildly, and the huge figure rushed into the black night sky, and the flute blasted towards the withered leaf's head with a roar that tore through the air in the night sky.

The smiling tiger in the back just smiled hehe, in fact, he and Evil Guantian have long been in contact with each other, and as soon as Evil Guantian made a move, he also shot at the same time, and the iron ruler in his hand attacked the back of the dead leaf's head from behind. The combined attack of laughter and evil is extraordinary.

"Amitabha." The withered leaves calmly said the Buddha's name, with a little helplessness in his voice. At this moment, even if he didn't want to make a move, he was only forced to make a move, and before the sound of the Buddha's horn fell, the hand that was so thin that he could only see the bones was raised, and the string of Buddha beads hanging around his neck rose into the air and met the flute and iron ruler that were attacking.

The next moment, the Buddha beads were fighting with the flute and the iron ruler.

The three super masters fought, and the movement was extraordinary, and the sound of the fight spread far away. Luckily, it's night, and it's a bit of a place to stay out of the woods, otherwise it might cause some chaos.

……

"Monster, do you smell something?"

At this time, not far from here, Qin Hao and the little monster were searching for Shi Bingying's breath all the way.

Starting from the airport where he got off the plane, the little monster took Qin Hao all the way to sniff the breath left by Shi Bingying and came here for a long time.

Originally, the mob's sense of smell was very sensitive, but after arriving in this area, the smell of sausages from nearby attracted the mob, which made its sense of smell have problems for a while, and sniffed and sniffed this place.

Qin Hao looked at this remote place, as well as the low and dilapidated houses around him, he was a little puzzled, what was Shi Bingying doing in this kind of place?

However, he is still very confident in the mob's sense of smell, because previous practice has proved that the mob's sense of smell cannot be wrong. Maybe Shi Bingying is really in this place.

"Huhu." Suddenly, the little monster raised his hair and made a continuous "whirring" sound, looking very excited, so excited that his saliva flowed out of his mouth.

Qin Hao's heart was also suddenly happy, it seemed that he was in the private house in front of him.

Sure enough, the little monster screamed "whirring", and with a "whoosh" sound, he rushed into the house in front, and Qin Hao immediately chased in.

Inside, it was a simple meat processing factory, and for some reason there was no one in the factory. Some of the shelves and drying rods in the factory were full of sausages of different lengths, and the little monsters pounced on the sausages and ate them there with a cheerful "click".

"Nima!" Qin Hao was made to cry and laugh, and he really wanted to rush up and strangle this guy to death.

"I said little monster, Lao Tzu asked you to find someone, who TM asked you to find sausages, I'll!" Qin Hao roared and rushed over, and as soon as he reached out and grabbed the fur on the back of the neck of the kitten-sized monster, he lifted it up.

Ignoring it, the mob continued to devour the sausage that had already eaten the second half of the sausage, and carried out the final battle of extermination of this sausage, as if it had not eaten a sausage in eight hundred years.

Qin Hao swept away with pride, and the sausages hanging on the shelves around him all disappeared as if they were conjuring, and they were all absorbed by his spatial ring.

"Tiger Tiger Tiger." After destroying the sausage, the little monster stared wide-eyed, saw that the sausage was gone, and knew that Qin Hao had put it away, so he shouted at Qin Haohu vigorously, looking at Qin Hao with pitiful eyes, as if to say: "Have pity on me, give me something to eat." ”

Qin Hao glared at it and was yelling at it when the sound of a fight in the distance attracted his attention.

"Someone's fighting? Check it out. ”

Qin Hao rushed out with a "whoosh", because he could feel that it was not an ordinary person's fight, it was a warrior fighting.