The evening breeze blew, and three black-clothed masked people suddenly appeared in the hot spring pavilion on the west mountain.

"Senior Brother Feng, I've checked everywhere, but there's no one." A young man's voice whispered.

"That is, he hasn't come yet, let's hide near the hot spring pool first." Another old man's voice rang out.

Feng Tianzhan said lightly: "No, the person should have arrived early, if I expected it to be right, he should be in the water." ”

"What?" The young man was stunned.

The old man asked, "Amitabha, are we waiting for him to come out?" Or ......"

Feng Tianzhan stared at the water, his eyes were cold and he muttered for a moment before saying, "When he comes out, his skills will almost recover eighty percent, and we may not be his opponents." ”

The young man was stunned, "But he's in the water, how are we going to force him out?" ”

Feng Tianzhan took out a piccolo from his arms and said in a deep voice: "You cover your ears, run the "Empty Heart Sutra", don't think or think, and run the inner breath. ”

Soon, a flute sounded, and the timbre gradually became rapid, as if urging people to dance, and like the sound of the wind, ambushing on all sides.

Only the leaves in the mountains and forests fell in a hurry, and the sky seemed to be thunder and lightning, and the nearby water broke and landslided.

The young man in black was a little slower, and when there was a buzzing in his ears, the ear drums seemed to be broken by the sound of the flute, and his brain was dizzy.

Even the hot spring pool in the center of the water gradually rippled, and the water suddenly gurgled and mist rose on the surface of the water.

Soon countless fountains rose into the air, one moment surging low, the other spurting high.

The central column of water in the center of the hot spring pool is several meters long, and under the light of the stars, the water pours on the surface of the water, like a layer of broken silver.

It didn't take much effort to form a whirlpool in the center of the water, and there was a loud "bang" sound, followed by water droplets pouring down, and a white figure rose from the water.

The water spread, and a peerless man stood barefoot on the surface of the water with his eyes down, his clothes sticking to his tall and slender body, and his long white hair was windless and volatile, floating behind him, like a light veil.

He slowly opened his eyes, his narrow phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously, and his starry eyes looked coldly at the three people by the pool.

Feng Tianzhan put down the jade flute, his eyes were on the demonic face of the white-haired man, and he said in a cold voice, "You finally came out." ”

"Who are you, dare to disturb the practice of this seat." The white-haired man's voice was extremely cold, and his body was filled with endless killing intent.

"The one who wants your life!"

"Whew!" A soft whistle sounded, and the young man in black raised his hand, and a cold light shot out of his hand towards the white-haired man.

The white-haired man didn't even dodge, and with a slight wave of his sleeve, the cold light disappeared into the nearby mountains and forests.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" suddenly a Buddha horn resounded throughout the mountains and forests.

The voice of the old man in black sounded: "King Weibei, the poor monk is polite!" ”

"Now that you know who you are? Do monks also do killer business now? ”

"No, the poor monk is not a killer."

"How did you find out I was here?" Mo Che's face did not change, and he asked in a deep voice.

"Talk so much nonsense with him, and you should be damned by the Tartars." The young man said hatefully.

"For the sake of the common people in the world, can the donor dare to fight with the empty way?" The empty monk spoke lightly, smiling, his eyes calm, and solemn.

"Then you can stay here for the rest of your life tonight." His voice was cold, but he showed an evil and bloodthirsty smile, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.