When the knife cuts through the wind, the scream it brings is a chilling dead silence.

That monk is naturally the elder brother of Qingshan Temple, Yifeng's most beloved brother, Yuan Yin.

And the moment Yuan Yin raised his head, there was only despair in his heart, and only the wolf's tooth saber was waved as a dark black light.

He knew that the blade would easily cut through the skin on his neck next, and then quickly cut in, cutting his head off his neck, he didn't know if there would be pain, maybe this pain was his last perception of this world.

At the moment when he wanted to close his eyes, he saw a finger, a finger glowing with golden light, like the light finger of the golden image of the Buddha enshrined in the temple, which seemed to be slow and extremely fast, just right to lightly tap on the black light.

Suddenly, the black light flashed a golden light, exploded violently, and the black light disappeared instantly, as if it had never existed.

When the aftermath of the power exploded, and it was about to affect Yuan Yin's body, a palm blocked the top of his head, defending all the aftermath of the explosion.

And Yuan Yin looked ahead again, and Li Yi, who was shouting just now, had already smashed countless tough green bamboos and fell dozens of feet away, spitting blood.

When Yuan Yin slowly turned his head and saw the benefactor who had saved his life, he only saw a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and he stared at him with a pair of deeper and slightly strange eyes, his eyes glistening with tears.

He was very familiar with these tears, because he had seen them countless times in the past ten years, when the master scolded him, when the fire monkey bullied him for great disrespect, and when he taught him when he was naughty, many times, he had seen these tears.

"A wind, a ——"

Almost crying, a hoarse shout, made Yifeng's already tough heart almost shatter in an instant.

He knelt on the ground and threw himself at Yuan Yin, hugging him tightly.

Yuan Yin felt a strong force enveloping him, he could feel the excitement and warmth contained in the power, his tears fell, and the mud on his face was brushed out of two marks, and he cried:

"Yifeng, senior brother thought he would never see you again! Yifeng, how are you? No, no, senior brother heard that many temples have been demolished, and I also heard that Nanzong Temple has also been destroyed, senior brother is worried about you, I want to see you! I almost can't see you, Yifeng!"

Yifeng listened to the incoherent words of the senior brother, nodded incessantly, and said:

"Senior brother, I'm fine, the second senior brother, the fourth senior brother and the little senior sister are fine, they are in other places, I am also worried about you, I want to go back to see you and Uncle Shi, but I didn't expect to meet you here. ”

Yuan Yin slowly pushed Yifeng away, looked at Yifeng carefully up and down, stroked his face with his hand full of mud, and muttered: "Okay, Yifeng, you have grown up so much, senior brother is almost unrecognizable to you, let me take a good look." ”

Yifeng helped Yuan Yin up and said, "Don't worry, let's get out of here first and find a place to chat." ”

As he spoke, he bent down to pull Yan Yinshan, who was lying on the ground, only to see him turn over, slowly exhale, and when he saw the person above his head, he asked vaguely, "Yes, is it the Buddha?"

Yifeng nodded, helped him sit up, and looked at his condition again, speculating that he was probably just passing out in an emotional state, and his body was fine.

Yan Yinshan struggled to stand up, and Yifeng helped the two of them, ready to leave here, but he could only hear the sound of footsteps, and the hundreds of Yunzhou legion soldiers surrounded them tightly.

A coughing sound came, and I saw that at some point, Cheng Jia, who was knocked on the ground and howled by Yuan Yin's stick, quietly ran over and helped Li Yi back from a distance.

Yifeng looked at them and sneered: "Cheng Jia, you are thick-skinned and like to pretend to be dead, but I didn't expect you to be quite a thief, you are really a person who has been on the battlefield, and you are familiar with the art of pretending to die." ”

"Little bald donkey, don't be complacent, Lao Tzu knows that you are powerful, but these people are all strong soldiers of the Yunzhou Legion personally selected by Brother Li Yi, if you want to survive from hundreds of halberds, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

Cheng Jia glared and said with spittle.

Li Yi's arm was on Cheng Jia's body, the arm guard on the other hand was shattered, the arm and palm were blurred with flesh and blood, the wolf tooth saber had already been blown to pieces, and his fingers were dripping with blood.

He coughed out a mouthful of blood, raised his head and said with a cruel smile: "Little monk, you have some ability, if it weren't for the armor given to me by General Wu, I'm afraid it would not be so easy to survive, but that's the end of it, you don't want to walk out of here vertically today!"

Yifeng's eyes flashed, forcibly suppressed his anger and killing intent, and said coldly: "I don't want to kill now, give you a chance, and disappear from my eyes quickly." ”

Li Yi's eyes narrowed, his eyes moved, and immediately two warriors brandished war halberds and slashed at him.

Yifeng keenly sensed that these two people were different from ordinary legion soldiers, and there seemed to be a little weak mana fluctuation in the offensive, thinking that they were cultivators who had not yet started, but only with the help of the body trained by Wei Mo's cultivation talent, and their physique was stronger than others.

The snow-white blade light on the halberd flashed, and soon it came to the three of them.

Yifeng let go of the arm that was holding Yuan Yin, stepped forward in a staggered step, and swung a punch directly at them.

As soon as the golden fist flashed, he saw the halberds of the two warriors shatter, and the two of them also fell outward, bringing over the dozen or so surrounding warriors behind them, and the dozen warriors slid on the ground for more than a dozen zhang before dissipating this power.

Li Yi and Cheng Jia looked at Yifeng in surprise, but they saw Yifeng's eyes staring at the soldiers who fell to the ground, only to see that when those soldiers fell to the ground in embarrassment, they dropped their helmets and shackles one after another, revealing a layer of light black hair.

Yifeng instantly understood that they were all once monks!

Li Yi saw that something was wrong with Yifeng, and suddenly ordered: "Everyone, take off your helmet!"

The remaining soldiers were inexplicable, but they did not dare to disobey the military order, and the military discipline in the Dawu Legion was extremely strict, and the slightest violation would cause a big loss, so they all obeyed the order to take off their helmets.

Yifeng's eyes lit up, he looked around and found that the nearly 100 warriors under Li Yi, without exception, were all monks!

Li Yi looked at Yifeng's expression, held back his cough, and laughed.

Since the last time he occupied the county seat through a few monks in Anming County, and after being a county seat for a while, he found that these monks who had cultivated for a few days were much more powerful than ordinary people.

After he led thousands of people to join the army, he tried his best and offered his good intentions, and finally got a military order from a deputy general of the Yunzhou Legion, so that he could select those strong monks who had just surrendered to Cheng and become a school of his own, which could be regarded as a reward for him to bring people to replenish the source of troops.

Although there was a full lieutenant, but that lieutenant was also in charge of a colonel, he gave him full authority to manage this small army.

Those monks who really cultivated to be powerful had their own future, and it would not be his turn at all, but these half-cultivators were enough to make him majestic.

In addition, he watched these former monks in his heart, and killed other monks under his orders, and there was always a sense of power satisfaction and bad taste of controlling people's lives.

Ever since he enjoyed the wonderful feeling of power in Anming County, he could no longer break free, and that condescending posture had distorted his soul, but he enjoyed it.

Now he looked at Yifeng's ugly expression, which hit his heart and satisfied his evil taste.

Ignoring his injuries, he laughed twice and said, "Little bald donkey, didn't you expect it? They were all once monks, and the monk killed the monk, isn't it fun?" I think it's fun!"

Yifeng's face was extremely ugly, he looked at them one by one, looked at their faces, and didn't know whether it was sadness or anger in his heart, he asked coldly: "Tell me, which temples you all come from." ”

Li Yi looked at Yifeng's appearance, and felt more and more interesting, and scolded loudly: "Say, be louder, tell him, which temple are you from!"

A warrior hesitated for a moment, then said, "Qingyin Temple." ”

"Qingyin Temple. Ichikaze muttered.

"Thundering Temple. The other spoke.

"Thundering Temple. ”

"We are from Qingping Temple. Several people next to him said together.

"Qingping Temple ······"

"We are from Myeongoji. "The voice of the person who spoke was a little different.

"Myowangji! Well, let's talk about it. ”

"Senior Brother Yifeng, we are from Nanzong Temple. A few people said as cautiously as possible.

"Nanzong Temple!!good!" said a cold snort.

He paused, and said calmly, "That's enough, there's no need to say it." If you haven't hurt the life of a monk in your hand, you vow not to kill the monk again, and get out of my way!"

"If you have the life of a monk in your hands, there is no need to leave!"