In Xiangshan Temple, in the Zhike Hall, there was blood, Jing Xuan was seriously injured, but he still supported his body and rang a Huanglu bell beside him.

He struck the bell with all his strength, he breathed a long sigh of relief, indeed, he rang the alarm bell, one is to report to Fang La, who lives in Xiangshan Temple, and the other is to warn the presiding brother, a total of eighteen rings, this temple is customary, Xiangshan Temple has never encountered a huge crisis.

The sound of the alarm bell was melodious, startling the birds, and the whole Xiangshan Temple was in a panic, gathering in front of the meditation room of the abbot of Jingzhi, at this time Jingzhi held a gold and bronze Zen staff, and instructed more than ten monks holding torches.

"You don't have to panic, it must be a warning from your senior brother, and our monks will definitely protect my Xiangshan Temple, thinking that there are gangsters attacking the front hall."

The monks were also terrified, and Jing Zhi knew that these people could only go to their deaths, so he ordered: "You hide in the meditation room, you can't come out without my order, you know?" ”

"Master, we also want to protect the Dharma and protect the temple." A monk holding a wooden stick said firmly.

"Come in, don't you obey the orders of the teacher?" Jingzhi said loudly.

The monks retreated into the meditation room with tears in their eyes.

Jing Zhi raised his hand and made a gesture in the direction of the prayer tower, and Wu Song rushed down with ten small novices, standing aside behind Jing Zhi, watching warily ahead.

A group of strong men in front of him, under the leadership of a brocade-clothed boy, held a long knife and pressed towards Abbot Jingzhi and others, and Master Jingzhi stood quietly in place, with an awe-inspiring face.

Wu Song and other eleven people held iron guns, strictly waiting for the battle, this time Wu Song and other eleven people went to Xiangshan Temple to guard the treasure, Jiang Lintian specially let people create a special spear, about eight feet long, with the military formation, dedicated to deal with short weapons.

The young man in brocade took the lead, stopped twenty steps away from Master Jingzhi, and saw that there were only more than ten monks in the entire Xiangshan Temple, so he disdained it and snorted coldly: "Just ants, you dare to shake the big tree, you are Master Jingzhi, do you know that there are anti-thieves in your temple, we are here for anti-thieves, haha." ”

"Donor, we are just monks, how can there be thieves, please check carefully, as for some pilgrims living in this temple, the poor monks don't know their origins, let the poor monks call them out." Venerable Jing Zhi replied, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Hmph, strong words, kill me!"

The storm guard behind the brocade boy was already red-eyed in the valley, and when he heard the order of the brocade boy, he rushed over with a long knife in his hand, Wu Song and the others had already been prepared, holding iron guns, and taking the little novices to march forward steadily with neat steps.

The two teams were about to collide, and Wu Song ordered loudly, "Thorn!" ”

Eleven spears stabbed out in unison, and the storm guards were just about to swing out their long knives, but the length of the knife was limited, and eleven people fell down in an instant, either in the chest or in the head, and the storm guards behind reacted and hurriedly retreated, but it was too late.

Wu Song took the ten novices and strode forward, constantly rushing forward to kill under the command of "stabbing" and "receiving", and where the steps were taken, a row of corpses lay down.

The brocade-clothed boy who retreated to the side had a hideous face, and the corners of his eyes were blood-red, this was a guard that he had worked so hard to cultivate, and he was half folded here before it played a role, how could it not be distressing.

"Commander Xiao, how do you usually train, Feng Bowei is so bad, and you can still take on a big responsibility in the future?"

Xiao Yan was also shocked more than scared at this time, this group of Qingfeng guards was trained by him for a year, if it was to fight alone, this group of bald asses was definitely not an opponent, I didn't expect that the other party's every move had the momentum of a soldier, the opponent's military formation was really unseen and unheard of, and his side still suffered the loss of short weapons.

Faced with the rebuke of the boy in brocade, Xiao Yan did not make any excuse, but jumped up, waved the long knife in his hand, and slashed at the head of the tallest Wu Song.

Wu Song shouted: "It's good, put the spear horizontally, open the long knife, the two of you come and go, and then start to fight, Wu Song's heart is tight, it seems that this kid is a little prickly, it seems that he has to use his housekeeping skills to win."

Wu Song jumped up, jumped more than two feet high, head down, the iron gun came out of his hand, and slammed directly into Xiao Yan's face, between the lightning and flint, Xiao Yan could not dodge, in a hurry, he had to use the knife with both hands to block, Wu Song who fell in the air took advantage of the situation to hold the iron gun in his hand, and the tip of the gun fell down the blade, stabbing Xiao Yan's throat.

Xiao Yan was shocked, the secret path was not good, he stumbled back, and slashed the iron spear with a knife, the tip of the spear was crooked, but it still pierced Xiao Yan's shoulder, and as soon as the spear was retracted, Xiao Yan rolled out a few zhang away, and at this time there was already blood on his shoulder.

"Bold!" Wang Gonggong, who had been standing behind the prince in brocade, jumped up, and at the same time pulled out the long sword he carried with him, pulled out countless sword flowers and rushed towards Wu Song.

After the sound of gold and iron, Wu Song retreated violently, his heart was hot, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, he knew that the other party's strength was too strong, and he was definitely not an opponent, so he held a spear in his hand and waited strictly for the battle.

"Stop." Master Jingzhi shouted loudly.

The two sides who were still fighting were shocked by the lion's roar of this Buddha Gate at this time, and they stopped hissing, and the ten little novices quickly retreated behind Wu Song and protected Wu Song's body with guns.

Of the fifty storm guards, there are only more than ten people left who can still move, and they all retreated behind Xiao Yan, and the brocade boy laughed angrily: "Xiao Yan, this is the storm guard you usually train, it's a shame." ”

Xiao Yan's face turned red, and he stood bent, not daring to say anything.

The prince said in the ear of the prince in brocade: "Your Royal Highness, if the gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall, this Xiangshan Temple cannot stay for a long time according to the old slave." ”

"What's the matter, princess, even you have to be a turtle with a shrunken head, is this prince still afraid that they won't succeed?" The prince in brocade interrupted the prince's words.

"Hahaha, who am I, but I'm just a lackey of the court." As soon as the words fell, a man in white walked out surrounded by a group of people waiting.

"Bold, dare to be rude to His Highness." The prince reprimanded sharply.

"Your Highness? Hehe, you're a gelding? Haha, this Xiangshan Temple is also lively.

The white-clothed man's face suddenly showed murder, and he ordered the group of people behind him: "Shi Bao, you lead someone to solve these bastards for this son." ”

"Yes, young master."

Wang Gonggong, Xiao Yan and other Fengbo guards hurriedly surrounded them into a fan shape to protect the Jinyi Gongzi, but the Jinyi Gongzi was not panicked, gritted his teeth and said: "Wang Gongzi, am I still afraid of them?" Put a signal! ”

The prince looked at the crowd surrounded in front of him, he knew that even if the signal was released now, the hundred Qingfeng guards under the mountain might not be able to save the emergency, and the safety of His Highness was the most important.

The prince of brocade said angrily: "Princess, didn't you hear what this prince said? ”

"Your Highness, it's useless to signal now, old slave~"

"Stop." The two voices never came out in the direction, but the prince heard it like heaven.

One voice was from Venerable Jing Zhi, but the other was from the prayer tower.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in a green shirt floated down from the top of the tower, shouting at the white-clothed son: "Brother Fang, it is better to settle the grievance than to settle the knot, let's let the boy go." ”

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the young man in green shirts, but the boy in brocade didn't appreciate it, and asked loudly, "Who are you?" ”

"It doesn't matter who I am, just now the old man called you Your Highness, presumably you must have a lot to do with today's official family, I want to ask when the official family allows the princes to have guards, by the way, what is it called, what is the storm guard, should it be to build what storm pavilion, want to seize the throne of the official family? Hahaha. Jiang Lintian said a few words.

The young man in brocade was shocked in his heart, but his face was not shocked, who is this person, as the prince, he is not allowed to establish a private guard, and he has established a secret agency, Fengbo Pavilion, there are no more than five people who know, how can the young man in green shirt in front of him know, if he lets his father know, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Who the hell are you? How do you know about the Storm Pavilion? The brocade boy asked.