Wang Ji took the corner of the wall and the trunk of the tree as a cover, and chased all the way. After a short time, I saw Yuan Zhen jumping out of the back wall of the temple. Wang Jian did not dare to jump out of the wall openly, so he leaned close to the wall, slowly swam up, reached the top of the wall, and waited for the monks patrolling outside the wall to walk by, and then jumped down.

But seeing that Yuanzhen was already a hundred zhang away from the north of the temple, he turned back to the left, walked towards a small peak, and then quickly climbed up to the peak. Yuan Zhen was over seventy years old at this time, and his skills were still abnormal, and he saw that his body did not shake when he went up the mountain, and he rose up, as if someone had hung him up with a long rope.

Wang Jian walked quickly to the foot of the mountain, and saw that there were only a few pine trees on the top of the peak, and there were no houses, and there were no others around, so he followed the peak at the moment.

Wang Jian crawled on the ground in the grass in hiding, and when he reached the peak, he saw a bare land and a flat land, and there were no houses, only three tall pines, the works were arranged in a zigzag, and the branches were inserted into the sky, like a dragon.

I saw Yuan Zhen standing in the middle of the three green pines, and said respectfully: "Yuan Zhen is ordered by the abbot and uncle, and I would like to come to greet the three uncles." ”

But I heard a withered voice say, "What did Master Empty Hearing ask you to do?" ”

Yuan Zhen said: "Uncle Abbot plans to meet the heroes of the major factions in the near future to ask the Demon Sect for a talk about the matter of Wan'an Temple, but the Demon Sect advocates Wuji martial arts, and today except for the three uncles and ancestors, I am afraid that no one can be its opponent." Therefore, I specially asked me to say hello to the three uncles and ancestors first, and ask the three uncles and ancestors to help when the time comes. ”

Wang Jian climbed a few steps forward and stared at it, but saw that there was a hole in the trunk of the two pine trees diagonally opposite, which was just right for one person, and an old monk was sitting in the hole of each tree. A pine tree turned its back to Wang Ji, although it was not possible to see if there was a hole in front of the tree, but it was expected that there must be an old monk in the tree.

I only heard the old monk sitting in the pine tree in the northwest corner say: "The leader of the Demon Sect is Yang Dingtian!" How did Zhang Wuji become? ”

Yuan Zhen said: "The big devil of Yangdingtian died thirty years ago. ”

The old monk sitting in the pine tree in the northwest corner said "ah", stopped talking, and exclaimed in surprise, as if there was infinite sadness and disappointment.

Yuan Zhen asked cautiously: "Is there an old Uncle Ancestor and Yang Dingtian?" ”

The old monk sitting in the pine tree in the northwest corner said, "Nature knows." If the old man didn't know the great hero Yang Dingtian, how could he become a one-eyed man? My three brothers and sisters, why do you have to sit in dry meditation for more than 30 years? These words are plain and prosaic, but the pain and resentment contained in them are obviously deep and huge.

From what he said, one of the old monk's eyes was broken in the hands of Yang Dingtian, and his three brothers and sisters had been sitting in Zen for more than 30 years, working hard to avenge this grievance. At this time, I was sad, but I heard that the great enemy was dead, and I could no longer take revenge, so I was disappointed.

I only heard the old monk continue to ask: "How did Yang Dingtian die?" ”

Yuan Zhen replied: "I heard that it was because of the practice that went crazy. ”

The old monk was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then said with a smile: "Yang Dingtian, who is invincible in the world of martial arts, actually died because of madness, this is really ......"

At this time, the old monk sitting in the pine tree due south spoke: "You just said that Master Kongwen's nephew wants to ask the Demon Sect about the matter of Wan'an Temple, what is going on?" ”

Yuan Zhen immediately said what he had said to Kong Wen and Kong Zhi before, that the six major factions were arrested in Wan'an Temple, and that it was a conspiracy planned by Mingjiao and the imperial court in collusion.

After listening to Yuanzhen's words, the old monk sitting in the pine tree in the northeast corner spoke: "The three of us have been in the customs for decades, and they have long been ignorant of dust. Kongjian master and nephew are highly virtuous, and the three of us are the most loved, and he carried forward the Shaolin school of martial arts, and unfortunately died at the hands of the demon sect, which is really lamentable. I don't want to hear about the Mingjiao and the imperial court to break through the Shaolin Temple today, and capture the disciples of my temple, the most unforgivable person is to engrave insulting words on the sixteen Arhat statues in this temple. My Shaolin and the Demon Sect can be described as a deep enmity. Master Yuanzhen apprentice grandson, you go back and tell Master Kongwen and nephew, so that he can go to the demon sect demon to seek justice with peace of mind, and the three of us will not look at the demon Chengwei. ”

Yuan Zhen immediately responded: "Yes, I will return to the abbot." "Bow to the three monks and go down the mountain.

When Wang Wei was hesitating whether to go down the mountain to kill Yuanzhen first, or stay to kill Sandu first, he suddenly felt that the airflow around his body was slightly abnormal, and there was no sign of this attack in advance.

He only rolled out, and another black rope was pointed at his chest, and the black rope turned into a straight blade, like a spear, like a rod, and stabbed at the same time, and at the same time the other two black ropes were also wound from behind him.

Wang Jian flipped his left hand, grabbed the black rope that came from the chest point, and was about to throw it away, when he suddenly felt that the long rope shook, and a mountain of internal strength hit the chest. In this moment of lightning and fire, he waved his right hand back, brushed away the two black ropes that attacked from behind, and the left hand of the Qiankun Great Mind Movement Technique was mixed with Jiuyang Divine Skill, one by one, and his body rose with his strength, and with a whoosh, his body went straight to the sky.

I only heard the two monks "um", as if they were quite surprised by his martial arts, the three monks looked up, and saw that this master with supreme magic skills was actually a young man in his twenties, and he was even more surprised. The three black ropes were like three ink dragons with teeth and claws, and they rose sharply and pounced on them from three sides.

Wang Ji was condescending at this time, and he had seen the faces of the three monks clearly. I saw that the monk sitting in the northeast corner had a dark face, like pig iron; The monk in the northwest corner is as yellow as a tree; The monk in the south was as pale as paper. The three monks all had deep-set cheeks, so thin that they had no muscles, and the yellow-faced monk squinted.

Seeing the three black ropes will be rolled up, Wang Ji left and right, a roll and a wrap, with the strength of the three people, has rolled the three black ropes together, this gesture, but it is the Wudang School Tai Chi method, the strength into a round, the three black ropes on the internal strength was immediately pulled into a ball.

Wang Ji flipped an arrow bucket in mid-air, hooked his left foot on the branch of a pine tree, his body was already fixed, and said loudly: "The King Kong Demon Circle is indeed worthy of its name." In Xia Wang Ji, I saw three high monks. As he spoke, he stood with his left foot in the pine and his right foot in the air, bowing in salute.

The branches of the pine tree rose and fell like waves with the momentum of his worship, and Wang Ji stood firmly, his figure elegant. Although he bowed and saluted, he was condescending and did not fall behind.

As soon as the three monks felt that the black rope was entangled with each other by his internal strength, they shook their backhands, and the three ropes were separated. The three monks are only three moves and nine styles, each of which hides dozens of trick changes, dozens of killers, how do you know that the other party actually dissolves these three moves and nine styles one by one, although each style is extremely dangerous when dissolving, a slight difference, it is a broken tendon and bone, and the disaster of losing one's life and death, but it still seems to be free and easy, and the danger is like a disaster. The three monks had never encountered such a powerful opponent in their lives, and they were all shocked.