Outside, the zero-point sniper rifle erupted into flames, and a dark bullet with a pattern engraved on it shot at the monk, but he didn't hit the point, the bullet was aimed at the monk's shoulder.

The rate of fire of the bullet was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced the shoulder of the silent monk who was stunned by the sight of the golden hoop rod in the sky.

With a muffled snort and a handful of blood flowers flew up, the silent monk came back to his senses, and his heart was vigilant. He didn't expect that someone outside the house would plot against him, of course, this was only on the one hand, and on the other hand, he was annoyed by his gaffe.

What if that person attacks his own vital point? Isn't that already dead?

His thoughts were racing, and Mo Monk's face didn't change much, but his shoulder was shot through, and his entire right arm lost sensation. And the golden hoop sticks in front of him also smashed towards him one after another.

But he was not in a hurry, he copied it with his left hand, made a soft move, unloaded one of the golden hoop sticks and held it in his hand, and then swung it into a circle, and hit all the golden hoop sticks that shot in all directions.

The weapon launched by Wang Cai is not very lethal, and it is not even as powerful as the arrow shot by Weiyang with the language of the elf, so Weiyang has no plans to develop this skill for the time being, because if you want to use this skill to form lethality, the level of the weapon shot should not be too low at least! In this way, with the sharpness of the weapon itself, it can also make this skill a little useful.

"Fake! Fake! It's all fake! The monk muttered, but the fake golden hoop stick in his hand was playing faster and faster, and there was even a golden stick shadow in the air that had not yet dissipated!

It wasn't until the last stick was whipped away that the monk rushed towards Weiyang again.

The monk who had lost one arm seemed to have taken out his true strength, and his strength seemed to be increasing instead of decreasing, and Weiyang fought with him in several moves, but he did not gain the upper hand. However, the dark spear in Weiyang's hand is much sharper than the fake golden hoop stick, and with the advantage of the weapon, Weiyang will not be completely defeated.

"Here!" Zhao Yingkong and the others rode out of the forest, and saw two horses at the gate of the ancient temple at a glance, one white and one black, the black one was ridden away by Weiyang before, and the white one, without thinking about it, I knew that it would inevitably be a silent monk.

"They've already hit!" As soon as Lu Yan listened attentively, he heard the sound of weapons colliding from the ancient temple. With a grip on the horse's belly, he rushed out.

Seeing this, Zhao Yingkong and the others also rode after them.

The excellent camouflaged zero point on the tree not far away naturally found Lu Yan and their figures, but he didn't turn his head, the crosshair of his muzzle was always aimed at Mo Seng's body, the battle between him and Weiyang was too fierce, so fierce that it seemed that in the next second, one person would fall to the ground.

Lu Yan, who entered the ancient temple, immediately saw the two people fighting together, but he also saw the golden hoop sticks scattered all over the ground, but he was just stunned, and he did not have the huge reaction of the silent monk before.

"Monk look at the move!"

With a little foot under his feet, he flew towards the two of them out of thin air, and then bent down and copied it casually, then held a stick in his hand and inserted it horizontally to join the two men's battle group.

With the addition of Lu Yan, a new force, the two of them only used a few dozen moves to completely suppress the silent monk, of course, this is when his shoulder is injured and his right hand can't move, otherwise, this battle may continue for a while.

"What kind of monk are you? Snatching things seems to be the way it should be. The stick in Lu Yan's hand was pointed on the throat of the silent monk who fell to the ground, and he said with a smile: "Say! Are you the one sent by the Jade Frontier God of War to steal sticks!? ”

The monk's face was a little pale, and his forehead was also densely covered with some fine beads of sweat. Although he sealed the bleeding from the wound on his right shoulder, such a fierce battle would inevitably cause the wound to be rewound.

"You're mistaken." Ignoring the stick that Lu Yan had pressed against his throat, the monk turned over and sat up, his left hand and finger on his shoulder again, and took care of his own wound.

"I'm looking for a real stick and a Skywalker to deliver a stick!" The monk said word by word.

Lu Yan was stunned, and at this time, Jason also entered the temple with Zhao Yingkong and Zhan Lan. He turned his head and looked at Jason, threw the golden rod in his hand, and said, "That's really unfortunate, your stick was snatched from Skywalker's hand." ”

Monk Mo frowned, turned his head and saw Jason who was being protected by Zhao Yingkong and a few people, looking a little stunned, "I'm not sure if he is a Skywalker or not." But the stick is fake. ”

As he spoke, the monk looked at Weiyang and said firmly: "You have the breath of a golden hoop stick, I won't feel wrong, it must really be you." ”

The words of the silent monk made Lu Yan, Jason, and Xiaoyanzi all look over, and Zhan Lan and Zhao Yingkong quietly glanced at each other without making a sound.

At this point, Weiyang also knew that it was time for him to take out the golden hoop stick.

"Yes. In my place. Weiyang nodded, spoke, and then stretched out his hand, a golden ripple flashed around his hand, and the golden hoop rod came out of the ripple little by little, and finally fell into Weiyang's hand.

When he saw this golden hoop stick, the silent monk's eyes lit up. A little excited, he said, "That's right! That's true! ”

Lu Yan looked left and right, this stick seemed to be no different from those fakes on the ground, and I don't know what this monk relied on to distinguish it! Could it be that you smell it with your nose?

"Hahaha......"

Inexplicably, the silent monk looked up to the sky and laughed, several people were stunned, and they didn't understand what was going on, but Na Lu Yan seemed to understand, smiled and shook his head, opened his wine gourd, and took a sip of wine.

It's just that his sip of wine hasn't been eaten yet, but his hands are empty. He hurriedly lowered his head, but found that his wine gourd was now in the hands of the silent monk.

"If you have wine and don't share it with others, it's the world's worst sin!" The monk said, looking up and about to pour wine, but Lu Yan was faster, his foot was raised, and the tip of his toe was on the bottom of the tail of the wine gourd, and with a slight pick, the wine gourd came out of the hand of the monk and was caught by him again.

"You're hurt, you can't drink." Lu Yan squinted and smiled.

The wine in this wine gourd is the wine called Moutai that Weiyang gave him before, and there is such a small half gourd left, so he naturally won't waste it for this monk to share.

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(To be continued...... ）