When Yang Xingzhou reacted, he found that he was standing on the edge of a small town at some point, surrounded by rice fields, a small river not far away, and a boat on the river, which looked like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River in the picture.

At this time, a round of red sun erupted in the east, and a slight cool breeze blew, which made people feel refreshed, and it turned out to be early in the morning.

When he was meditating and pranayama in his house, the time was actually midnight, but in the blink of an eye, I don't know where he was, and even the time was different from the time in the Black Wind Village.

"Where have I been?"

Yang Xingzhou was surprised for a moment, and then came back to his senses: "How did I get here?" ”

Yang Xingzhou came to the main road and walked forward, ready to go to the town in front of him to find someone to inquire and see what kind of world this was.

As soon as I reached the intersection of the town, I heard a terrible howl: "Help! There are thieves who have killed people! ”

Yang Xingzhou was stunned for a moment, his body froze slightly, and he looked forward following the sound, and saw a yellow figure suddenly rising in a house not far away, this figure crossed the high wall, fell lightly on the road, and ran towards the town in a dog barking.

When I ran closer, I found that this yellow figure was still holding a woman, this person was thin and tall, under the run, the yellow shirt fluttered, and the whole person was like a yellow cloud, floating quickly towards the town.

This light skill alone opened Yang Xingzhou's eyes.

In the Black Wind Village, he followed the old village master to learn light skills, and almost practiced the light skills passed on by the old village master to the highest level, but compared with this man in yellow, I am afraid it is still a lot worse.

What's more, this man in yellow is still holding a person in his arms, and his body is still so light, which seems to be a little deeper than Yang Xingzhou's skills.

Just looking at this person's behavior, there must be no doubt that he was the lewd thief shouted by the village just now.

Seeing him running towards him, Yang Xingzhou took a light step and greeted this person.

The man in yellow had a black cloth on his head, a woman in his arms, and his body was like wind and lightning, and he ran in front of Yang Xingzhou in an instant, and when he saw Yang Xingzhou blocking the way, he shouted: "Get out!" ”

When he was scolding, he held the woman with his left hand, and slapped Yang Xingzhou's chest with his right hand: "Die!" ”

Yang Xingzhou raised his palms to greet him and said with a smile: "You want me to die?" Not necessarily! ”

Bang!

The palms intersected, and the bodies of the two shook at the same time, and the black cloth covered by the head of the man in yellow flew out with a strong force, revealing a smooth head, with incense scars burning on the top of his head, but it was a monk.

Yang Xingzhou's arm was sore, his chest was slightly stagnant, and he took a few steps back before removing the palm power of the yellow-clothed monk.

This time, the two of them were shocked.

The yellow-clothed monk threw away the woman in his arms casually and looked at Yang Xingzhou: "Good palm power!" ”

Yang Xingzhou said lightly: "Your palm strength is not bad!" How did a monk start such an act of rape and abduction of women? ”

The yellow-clothed monk sneered: "The Buddha is good at this, it's your business!" ”

Without waiting for Yang Xingzhou to reply, his body retreated, and when he retreated, his right hand reached out to his waist, and a ring knife instantly appeared in his hand, after pulling out the ring knife, the monk's body retreated suddenly stopped, and suddenly rushed forward, and the ring knife turned into a ball of white light, covering Yang Xingzhou's head.

"What a lewd monk!"

Yang Xingzhou was taken aback and hurriedly dodged.

This yellow-clothed monk retreated and advanced, his body was really amazing, straight as a ghost, with a bit of weird evil spirit, but it looked weird, and it was used in actual combat, but it had a miraculous effect, when Yang Xingzhou was about to chase him, he did not retreat but advanced, and launched a counterattack against Yang Xingzhou. This monk's knife technique is strange and exquisite, and the knife does not leave Yang Xingzhou's front chest and neck, which makes him busy dodging, and the long sword behind his back has no time to pull out.

The monk had a knife in his hand, a knife was faster than a knife, Yang Xingzhou lost the opportunity, and was shrouded by his serial knife technique, and he couldn't stop retreating, and he wanted to pull out the long sword behind his back several times, but it was difficult to do it.

The skill of this yellow-clothed monk is a little higher than Yang Xingzhou, and his knife skills are also extremely clever, and his experience in dealing with the enemy is far beyond ordinary people.

At this moment, Yang Xingzhou suddenly opened his mouth, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and went straight to the door of the yellow-clothed monk.

The yellow-clothed monk was taken aback and hurriedly dodged away, and the sword in his hand was naturally relieved a little.

In fact, it's just a mouthful of thick phlegm, even if the monk doesn't dodge, Yang Xingzhou's mouthful of phlegm can't do anything to him, but it is human nature to avoid filth, and when he encounters people spitting in the past, he is afraid to avoid it, and his heart is disgusting.

When the monk saw Yang Xingzhou spitting, he hurriedly dodged without thinking, it was an instinctive reaction, not that he was not experienced enough, but he really couldn't imagine that between the duel between life and death, someone would use the trick of spitting, so when he dodged, the knife was inevitably slowed down.

Yang Xingzhou wanted this slow kung fu, when the yellow-clothed monk dodged, he used his legs hard, and then retreated, probed behind his hand, the cold light flashed, and he had already pulled out the long sword, and the tip of the sword pointed at the monk: "Good lewd monk, report your name!?" ”

The yellow-clothed monk put the knife in his hand and looked at Yang Xingzhou with a look of surprise: "I am the treasure elephant of the Blood Knife Gate, boy, you are very good, what do you call it?" ”