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It's funny, after Ning Caichen came, it was obviously dark, but a large number of sneaky "night stayers" suddenly appeared around this Lanruo Temple.

Ning Caichen's arrival was like opening a door, opening the small world of Sumeru Lanruo, and letting those innate monks who were blocked out of the door rush in.

The influx of hundreds of Innate Cultivators at once made this small world a little crowded.

It's crowded!

Crowded to the point that Yan Chixia, the big man watching the scene, clenched the Chixiao Sword in his hand, and released his Xuanxin Authentic Sect as the Dao Emblem of the world's largest faction, the fire shone in the night sky, and a beam of winged fireworks carrying a long sword burst out in the sky.

"I don't know what many Taoist friends are doing here in Montenegro, Yan Chixia is here to pray for Taoist friends on behalf of Xuanxin Zhengzong"

The voice was thick and heroic, and a soft shout resounded throughout the mountains and forests.

In the blink of an eye, I saw Yan Chixia, who was holding the Chixiao Sword, slowly rising into the air, and the dark divine sword of the famous town of an era dragged a brilliant red light in his hand.

In mid-air, Yan Chixia bowed from afar, her face was not colorless, and her eyes were full of coldness.

The attitude of rejecting people from thousands of miles away is undoubtedly revealed!

In the face of the sudden arrival of hundreds of innate cultivators, the first thing Yan Chixia did was not to doubt, nor to think about why they came, but to put out the posture of Xuanxin Authenticity.

In other words, he's warning!

This is the authentic territory of Xuanxin, if there is nothing to do, then you foreign monks should get out of here!!

Inside the broken temple, the corners of Zhao Han's mouth hooked up a smile, and his gaze shifted from Yan Chixia's body in the sky to Ning Caichen, who was hiding around the corner.

"Feeling cold?" Looking at Ning Caichen, who was trembling, Zhao Han asked softly.

Ning Caichen shook his head, but the clothes wrapped around his body were tightened by him again.

The temperature around it did drop, just after the monks outside came in, the temperature around the Black Mountain began to drop imperceptibly slightly, this change was not obvious to the innate monks, but for Ning Caichen, an ordinary person, it was a world of difference.

The cloth wrapped around his body was tightened and tightened by him, and when Zhao Han saw this, he turned out the wolf skin from the pile of debris on the side and threw it towards him.

"Put on some clothes, remember, stay in this temple obediently, and ignore whatever you encounter"

As he said this, the azure flames in Zhao Han's eyes began to burn, and in his field of vision, the original real world began to be covered with a blue light like ice crystals.

Ignoring Ning Caichen, who gathered by the fire, Zhao Han strode out of the broken temple.

Above the sky, Yan Chixia stood with a sword, using the status of the head disciple of Xuanxin and the Chixiao Sword in her hand to intimidate the monks who were hiding and in the shadows around her.

No one came out to talk to him, because these monks fell into silence after entering the Lanruo Temple, and it seemed that their choice was the same as Zhang Chujing's, and they didn't want to provoke the source of trouble in Lanruo Temple.

Just find a place to silently recharge your energy and wait for the coming cold wave.

Standing at the gate of the temple, Zhao Han raised his eyes and looked around, and after a while, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At the end of the field of vision, in the cover of a mist, where came a wave of monks.

The three leaders were dressed in golden and red robes, and at a casual glance, the three monks seemed to have nothing to show off, but in Zhao Han's eyes, the skin of these three monks shone with golden brilliance, as if the flesh and blood hidden under the human skin began to transform into gold.

It is indeed a transformation, because the three of them are golden-bodied arhats from Fahua Temple!

From the eyes of orthodox monks, these golden-bodied arhats are a rather strange cultivation method, because their Jindan relics do not appear in the lower dantian, but in the heart of the middle dantian, and after the blood flows through the golden pill, it will be mixed with a touch of gold, and the brilliance of the golden pill will be integrated into the flesh.

Wonderful cultivation method!

Don't cultivate the golden pill, don't expect the golden pill to hatch a vitality baby, these great monks actually began to use the golden pill to warm their own bodies after cultivating the golden pill!

"Golden Arhat, that's how it took a long time?"

Zhao Han smiled dumbly.

This face is indeed too low-level, and the cultivation method is too rough, with the cultivation methods of these golden-bodied Arhats, unless it is a peerless generation of masters, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream to cultivate a war baby in this way.

Their path is crooked!

Although they are also going in the direction of warming up the body, these auras that are transformed into mana after entering the golden pill are undoubtedly missing the spiritual charm that warms up the body and rejuvenates the spirit that they need most compared to the natural aura.

And Lingyun is undoubtedly the focus of the purpose of warming up the body and giving birth to the soul, the purpose is to let one's body naturally give birth to some thin spiritual power, which is used to connect with the true spirit to give birth to war babies.

Under Zhao Han's gaze, ten great monks walked all the way in the direction of Lanruo Temple, and after seeing Yan Chixia, a big monk on the left side of the team made a Buddhist salute to him.

With his hands folded, the great monk spoke: "Amitabha, Senior Brother Yan, long time no see"

This great monk actually knew Yan Chixia!

Above the sky, in Zhao Han's field of vision, the corners of Yan Chixia's eyes twitched slightly.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Kongchen"

With this in her mouth, Yan Chixia's hand holding the Chixiao Sword couldn't help but tighten and tighten.

And the empty morning who saw this scene below showed a strange look on his face.

Obviously, he guessed what Yan Chixia was thinking.

Kong Chen and Yan Chixia are the same generation, and similarly, Kong Chen is also a bell-ringing monk in Fahua Temple, and his status is similar to Yan Chixia's Xuanxin first disciple, and they are both big disciples.

However, compared to Yan Chixia's talent like the scorching sun, Kong Chen is like an old wine, inconspicuous but can become more mellow with the passage of time.

In other words, his talent is not as good as Yan Chixia!

It's not as attention-grabbing as Yan Chixia.

When we met today, although Yan Chixia was holding the Chixiao Divine Sword in his hand, his cultivation was still only wandering near Jindan, and he did not step through the door.

And what about the empty morning?

The real Jin Dan cultivation is !!

Is it to blame Yan Chixia for a hundred years but nothing has entered?

Some of these things, Kong Chen was ashamed to mention, so he could only bow to Yan Chixia again.

"Senior Brother Yan, I'm waiting to come this time, I want to rest in Lanruo Temple for a few days, and I hope Senior Brother Yan will open up and let me go in... Excused me."

The words fell, and Kong Chen's eyes closed, leaving only a gap.

A hundred years have passed, if Yan Chixia survived a hundred years ago, would she be much stronger than him, a bell-striking monk, would she have broken through to Yuanying and was expected to soar?

But the past is in the past after all, although Yan Chixia's figure in front of her has survived, she is not a person in the same world as Kong Chen after all.

It's a pity....

"Since it is all the people from Fahua Temple, Yan should sweep the couch accordingly"

Above the sky, Yan Chixia frowned and said, "But those fellow Daoists who came with Senior Brother and the others..."

In this black mountain, the monks who came were not only the ten monks of Fahua Temple, but also hundreds of innate monks hidden in the mountains and forests, and Yan Chixia had the responsibility to find out about their intentions, their purposes, and these things!

He is responsible for guarding Montenegro, but it doesn't mean that he can call the shots for the old demon of Montenegro, if this great demon of the world starts to go crazy, it will be a bureau of hundreds of monks shedding blood.

"Senior Brother Yan is too worried..."

While speaking, Kong Chen and the group of monks behind him had already walked to the door of the broken temple, and he was still talking to Yan Chixia, he was suddenly stunned, because he saw Zhao Han's figure leaning on the threshold of the broken temple.

"Kong Chen has seen His Royal Highness King Ming"

Bend down and salute.

The golden red robe mopping the floor, this great monk from Fahua Temple, faced Zhao Han with a very humble attitude.

King Ming?

Zhao Han frowned, when did he have such a name?

Glancing at it, he saw that the monk who had abstained from greed was wrapped in a white bearskin coat, and the monks of Fahua Temple who came with him were basically there.

After thinking about it, Zhao Han nodded lightly: "It's okay to enter the temple, remember to close the six ears"

The six ears are tightly closed, that is, don't listen to what you shouldn't hear, don't do what you shouldn't do.

Although I don't know how these monks arranged for themselves to be named King Ming, the result was not too bad, and they shouted and killed before they came up.

Turning sideways slightly, Zhao Han got out of the way and let the group of monks in.

After that, Yan Chixia waved the golden sword Yaoyao in her hand, and in an instant, a light lit up.

I saw that at the junction of Lanruo Temple and the surrounding forest, there was an arc-shaped sword mark that entered the ground three inches, but it was the burning gold sword that drew a boundary on the ground.

"Forbidden to enter this realm, or you will bear the consequences!"

"Yan Daxia rest assured, we will save it, and we will never cross the border"

In the silence of the forest, there was a response, and then there was no sound.

Yan Chixia snorted coldly when she saw this, and slowly descended from the sky.

Seeing that Zhao Han was still guarding the door, Yan Chixia smiled at him helplessly: "I thought I would step down in a year, who would want to have such a trouble?"

Zhao Han smiled and nodded.

For Yan Chixia, this is indeed troublesome.

The two walked in slowly, and the door of the broken temple slowly closed from the room.

There was a lot of commotion this night, but Xiahou Yuanrang in the tree cave did not appear, and I don't know what this swordsman thought.

Maybe it was because he saw that those monks who were not in his eyes had cultivated into golden pills, and this proud swordsman was ashamed to see people?

Quite possibly......

In Lanruo Temple, Zhao Han and Yan Chixia walked in.

At a glance, this group of monks were all sitting cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by golden light, and their ears were really closed as Zhao Han said, and it seemed that they were thinking about staying in place until the cold wave came.

But is there something missing in this temple?

Subconsciously, Yan Chixia frowned.

Zhao Han also shrugged his shoulders with some tears and laughter.

What about Ning Caichen's scholar?