Fang Ziyu's sword tends to be perfect in terms of strength and control of sword intent, and her strength through the secluded realm can be said to be vividly exerted.

Such a sword was enough to discourage most of the monks of the same realm.

The sword intent in the sky wrapped her sword body, and her cyan long skirt was raised by the true yuan gushing out of her body, and she was worthy of that sentence.

But the little monk who called himself the ghost of Guanglin still didn't realize it, and still stood in place and refuted Fang Ziyu's words in front of him.

So much so that when Jian Mang's body was in his own body, he was still talking to himself.

Clang.

A soft sound suddenly rang out at that moment.

Fang Ziyu's sword met the golden barrier around the little monk.

Fang Ziyu had seen the power of this barrier, she didn't dare to hold it up, the sword intent around her body rolled, the pyloric door in her body opened widely, and the majestic true yuan gushed out like a tide and blessed her sword body.

Break!

A rebuke like an edict spat out of her mouth.

The golden barrier around the little monk really showed subtle cracks at that time.

The faces of everyone around him were happy, the strength of this little monk was really terrifying, and it was difficult for more than ten disciples to break through his barrier before, but Fang Ziyu did it.

This undoubtedly made everyone who had relatives before cheer up.

"Huh?" and the little monk naturally realized this at that time, his brow furrowed, and a golden light appeared in his eyes.

The barrier that enveloped his body shrouded him in golden light.

Fang Ziyu's expression shook violently under the golden light, and then his face turned pale, and he was forced to retreat a few feet, and when he landed, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his expression was sluggish.

"Senior sister!" the surrounding people let out an exclamation when they saw this, and someone hurriedly stepped forward to help her up.

And the disciples from Hanging River Peak also arrived at this time, including Qin Keqing, they all stepped forward to bring those injured disciples back to the crowd and began to bandage their injuries.

Seeing this, the little monk did not stop him.

He shook his head, looking at the crowd with pity in his eyes. Immediately, he shouted decently, "Amitabha." Then he took another step and continued his walk towards the top of the mountain.

These disciples had seen the strange end of the little monk and did not dare to stop him, so they could only hold their swords and retreat, looking at him vigilantly, but no one dared to step forward.

"Brother Xu, what's wrong with you?" Song Yueming looked at the little monk's unscrupulousness, and his heart was full of resentment, even if his cultivation was not good, he wanted to step forward and do something, but Xu Han's situation at the moment was extremely strange, he didn't dare to let Xu Han be here, so he could only ask anxiously.

But Xu Han's demonic power in his right arm became more and more violent at this moment, and he keenly noticed that as the little monk approached, the demonic power in his right arm became more and more violent. He had to use all his resources to suppress this rampaging demon arm, so he had no time to respond to Song Yueming's words.

At the same time, he couldn't help but have such doubts in his heart.

Who is this little monk sacred, and why is his demon arm pulled by him?

Thinking about this, his still red eyes stared at the little monk who was walking slowly, trying to see what was going on.

"Huh?" The little monk who stepped forward slowly seemed to sense Xu Han's gaze at that time, he sighed lightly, his gaze turned, and he saw that it was about to fall on Xu Han's body.

But at this moment, there was a rush of footsteps in the distance, and the disciples on the mountain path lined up at that time, only to see that the master of the sect had finally led the elders and deacons of the various peaks to rush over.

The little monk noticed the difference in the comers, and he had to withdraw his gaze and look at the group of big people from the Linglong Pavilion who had suddenly arrived.

......

Ning Zhumang had a headache.

He had just finished taking care of Long Congyun's mess, and before it had completely stopped, a little monk who appeared out of nowhere forced Linglong Pavilion to ring the Xuanlong Bell.

If this matter spreads, I am afraid that it will inevitably be ridiculed by the rivers and lakes of Dazhou again.

Thinking of these, he immediately calmed his eyes and looked up and down at the initiator of all this, the little monk named Guanglin Ghost.

After all, Ning Zhumang's vision was far beyond these ordinary disciples.

He looked at the little monk, but he couldn't see his roots, and the disciples around him who were wounded and tearful also explained to some extent that this little monk was unusual.

Of course, what was difficult for others to notice was that when Ning Zhumang's gaze swept over the pale Fang Ziyu, there was a slight anger in his eyes for a moment, but he suppressed it in an instant.

It's just that Ning Zhumang looked at the little monk, and the little monk was also looking at him.

"I say, are you in charge here?" the little monk asked after looking at it, then withdrew his gaze, pursed his lips, and asked.

Linglong Pavilion is no longer good, but it is still the first sect recognized by the Great Zhou, and there is almost never a person in the world who dares to call this master in charge of the sect like this.

Surprisingly, the little monk's words did not make Ning Zhumang half angry.

He just looked at the little monk with calm eyes and said: "It is here, dare to ask who Your Excellency is, and why did you hurt my doorman? Although my Linglong Pavilion rarely participates in the disputes of the rivers and lakes, it is definitely not a person who Your Excellency can bully at will!"

Ning Zhumang's title like this, in his opinion, the little monk in front of him must not be as young as he looks, it should be the only way to practice some strange methods, otherwise an eleven or twelve-year-old little monk can defeat more than a dozen personal disciples, including Fang Ziyu, without being scathed.

At such an age, with such cultivation, if you really say it, the so-called Chen Xuanji or Meng Liang and the like, let alone geniuses, aren't they even considered waste?

Ning Zhumang knew very well that there could be no such monster in this world.

Therefore, even if he can't see the other party's roots, he can be sure that this little monk must not be as young as he seems.

"I didn't hit them, they hit me. As for who I am...", the little monk corrected very dissatisfied, and then the look on his face was straight, and his hands were in front of his chest in a Buddhist gesture.

"The poor monk's name is Guanglin Ghost, and he is here to subdue demons and eliminate demons and purify all sentient beings. ”

The little monk said this, and there were bursts of dazzling Buddha light all over his body, his face was silent, bathed in the light of the Buddha, and there was really a bit of treasure and solemnity, the image of the Buddha who saved the world.

Even Ning Zhumang was stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed: "Your Excellency is a person from the Great Xia Longyin Temple?"

He thought secretly in his heart, there didn't seem to be this person in front of him among the living Buddhas in Longyin Temple, which made him more and more confused about the roots of this little monk.

"I don't know what Longyin Temple is, I just know that there is a big demon here, I want to surrender him, please make it convenient for the donor!" The little monk kept silent about this.

"Joke, where did I come from Linglong Pavilion, I see that you are clearly the thief sent by the Longyin Temple, and you want to cholera my Great Zhou Jianghu!" Qing Ruxi, the sword master on the Heavy Moment Peak behind Ning Zhumang, took a step forward and scolded loudly. The people who practice the way of the sword are probably like this, and they are very short-tempered, obviously they are not interested in talking nonsense with this little monk here.

"How can you recognize demons and monsters with the naked eye. The little monk shook his head when he heard this, and his voice was full of pity for everyone.

"It's clear that I'm a demon, and I'm still thinking about subduing demons and eliminating demons!" But just as he finished speaking, a bright voice suddenly sounded in the crowd.

The little monk's body was stunned, he turned his head to follow the voice, but saw that Song Yueming in the crowd was saying loudly with a disgruntled face.

"Demon?" the expression on the little monk's face changed slightly. He stared at Song Yueming deadly, and lowered his voice a little: "I am a Buddha, not a demon." ”

"You are the devil!" But Song Yueming was a straight man, he didn't notice the little monk's abnormality at the moment, and said stubbornly.

"Guanglin ghost, Guanglin ghost, isn't it a demon when written together?"