Facing Xiao Shami's gaze, Zi Ningyan was a little displeased, so she ran behind Yang Ling and hid.

She just wants Xianggong to look at herself like this, and others just look at it more and feel disgusting.

Yang Ling took in the expression of this little novice, and thought to himself that the monk was really not a good thing.

He was about to leave with Zi Ningyan, but was stopped again by the little novice who came back to his senses.

Just as he was about to have a seizure, the other party bowed down and asked, "Dare to ask the donor's surname Yang?" ”

Yang Ling bowed slightly.

"That's it, Master Pilu Shaye is a guest at the Tianlong Temple on Diancang Mountain at the moment, and the abbot is here to wait for Lord Yang Shi."

Xiao Shami, afraid that Yang Ling was leaving, hurriedly said.

Hearing the name of Vilu Chaye, Yang Ling's expression froze.

"Is he really in the mountains?"

"The master is a guest in the temple at the moment!"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Yang Ling could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and ran towards the mountain with Zining Yan.

Seeing this, Jun Li and Bai Long jumped up the steps to follow, and the stone steps for them were like walking on the ground, although the speed was not as fast as Yang Ling, but they could also keep up steadily.

Seeing this, Xiao Shami chased after him, but before he could take a few steps, he disappeared from the other party.

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At this moment, Tianlong Temple, in the guest hall.

The crowd sat around.

In addition to the five high monks of the Tianlong Temple, there were also Vilu Shaya and his disciple Buzan, and on the other side sat Wu Daozi, the head of the Infinite Sword Sect, and two of his retinue disciples, a man and a woman.

Wu Daozi is a thin old man dressed in a Xuanmen Taoist uniform, with a long sword on his knees, even if he sits down, the sword does not leave his body, and the two disciples behind him carry the long sword behind him, not to be on guard at all times, but the rules of the Infinite Sword Sect are like this.

After a speech performance by Vilu Chaye, the magic change and the mud finally dispelled the doubts of the two parties, and under the guise of mediation, they helped him deal with Yang Ling.

As for whether Yin and Wu Daozi will make a move, he is not worried about this at all.

Why did you kill so many people along the way?

Maybe there is a purpose to vent his anger, but by the way, Yang Ling is also angry, he sees himself at this moment, he is afraid that he will be like killing his father's enemy, and he will definitely not agree to reconcile, at this time, as long as he operates from it again, he is not afraid that the two parties will not fight.

It is best that both sides have dead and wounded, and the strength of three people, he doesn't believe that Yang Ling can really be defeated.

Even if he is no longer an opponent, he can only delay for a while and wait for his senior brother to arrive, and even if Yang Ling's methods are up to heaven, it will be difficult to escape death.

Just when he was conjecturing in his heart, he suddenly heard the disciples outside hurriedly come to report.

"Tell the abbot, a young man outside rushed into the temple, and all the senior brothers of the martial arts academy have been beaten by him and vomited blood!"

"What!"

really had a hot temper, and he got up, his eyes widened, like angry King Kong, staring at the little monk who came to report.

The little monk said with a little fear: "Just one face, the senior brother of the martial academy did not resist. ”

"I'm so daring, even if you come to my Tianlong Temple, you dare to be so rampant, senior brother abbot, let me go and meet the other party!"

The cause admonished: "Don't hurt anyone!" ”

"Senior brother, don't worry!"

He really strode away, not taking the other party to heart at all.

Virujaya looked at the little monk who came to report and asked, "Dare to ask the little master, who is the one who came?" ”

He vaguely guessed the identity of the person who came.

The little monk pondered for a moment and said, "The young man did not say his identity, but he hurriedly shouted the name of Master Virujaya. ”

Not all the young monks of Tianlong Temple have seen Vilu Shaya, most of them only know that there is such a person temporarily living in the temple.

After hearing this, Virujaya frowned, secretly said that it was not good, and hurriedly chased out.

Seeing that the master had just left, Buzan said behind him, "It seems that the young man named Yang Ling is here!" ”

Before, Wu Daozi and others knew Yang Ling's name, and at this moment, when they heard that the person to be guarded against had broken into the temple, they couldn't be calm, and followed out of the guest hall......

In the martial arts arena outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Yang Ling was surrounded by a group of warrior monks with sticks, and when he saw that he was holding a sword scabbard, he beat a group of warrior monks who couldn't parry, and raised hundreds of people, but none of them could stand out.

Zi Ningyan led Jun Li Bailong, standing far away outside the temple gate, holding Yang Ling's long sword in his hand, just standing there quietly looking at him, his eyes were full of brilliance.

In the crowd, Yang Ling swept with a sword, and the clumsy sword qi only swept everyone away, but it did not hurt their lives.

"Hand over Virujaya!"

With each swing of his sword, he roared.

However, if you want to say that the most reasonable people in this world are the monks, and the most unreasonable people are also the monks, most of them are self-conscious, admit that you are wrong, and they can only hold others hostage first with a stick, and others take up arms to resist is disobedience, and they will be criticized by them.

Unexpectedly, today's big foot stepped on the nail, and the nail did not step on it, but pierced a bloody hole in the center of the foot.

Bigfoot doesn't believe in evil, so he has to step on this nail, and now, this is the scene.

"Vertical arrogance!"

Suddenly, I heard a loud shout from the crowd, and I don't know when it appeared, and the barbarian monk in the red and yellow robe flew out and slapped Yang Ling with his palm.

The palm is so strong that there is a sonic boom in the air, and it has the potential to fall to the top.

Yang Lingqi was lucky, took a step back, and greeted him with the hilt of his sword in his hand.

Only a blast was heard, and the scabbard in Yang Ling's hand was instantly shattered by the opponent's palm force, and the remaining strength in his hand did not disperse, and it rushed towards his body.

Yang Ling was shocked, took two steps back, and hurriedly swung his left palm on his right shoulder, shaking the opponent's palm power out of his body.

The energy flew and shattered the green bricks on the ground behind him.

"What a great luck method!"

Yang Ling looked at the other party in a daze, this trick of using gas to transform energy and operate internal force really surprised him.

I didn't notice it for a while, but even the scabbard in my hand was broken by the other party, but fortunately, there was something in the middle, otherwise I was afraid that I would suffer a big loss.

"Be careful, this Tianlong Temple's bald donkey is good at using the technique of hitting holes in the air, which is very weird!"

Zi Ningyan had heard of the prestige of Tianlong Temple, and he had seen no master before, so he didn't say it, although it was too late to make up for it at this moment, it was not too late to make amends.

Yang Ling was vigilant and secretly wrote it down.

I really looked at the purple smoke outside the temple gate, thinking that the girl knew a lot.

But even so, so what?

His positive yang hand is so easy to block.

Looking around at the injured warrior monks, there were more than 30 people, and they were really angry, and immediately rushed forward, and a true qi attached to their hands and grabbed towards the other party.

Yang Ling has cultivated the Clearing Yan Gong since he eliminated the impurities in his body, and his six senses have become more sensitive, and if he wants to escape, he will not be hit easily.

Seeing that he turned sideways slightly, he blocked the opponent's move, and then quickly slapped a palm on the opponent's chest.

He really held a copper skin and iron bones, and practiced kung fu to the extreme, so he resisted the opponent's palm, who knew that a huge force hit, and he was directly knocked out, and hit several stone buildings in a row.

Yang Ling withdrew his hand and froze in place, he didn't expect the other party to be so rigid and actually resist his palm.

At this time, Virujaya and Cause and others rushed out before and after.

Yang Ling's gaze immediately fell on Vilu Shaye, his eyes were faintly red, and for a while, he thought of the ordinary people who were buried in the fire in Mingxi Town, the innocent people who were killed and killed along the way, and he had to settle the blood debts with the other party.

"Smoke!"

Zi Ningyan heard Yang Ling's call and immediately threw away the long sword in his hand.

Yang Ling took the long sword, pointed at Virujaya, and said angrily: "Vilujaya, come and die!" ”

"Amitabha, Lord Yang, can't the misunderstanding between us be solved?" Virujaya pretended to be very entangled and heartbroken.

Yang Ling saw that he was still acting coy at this moment, and the anger in his heart rose a little more.

"You and I have a blood feud, why misunderstand, those who have the ability will come down and fight me to the death."

"What a haughty boy."

The male disciples behind Wu Daozi couldn't help but sneer when they saw that Yang Ling dared to shout in front of many masters.

"Wen Qing, don't say much!"

Wu Daozi scolded, his apprentice is too disproportionate.

At present, there is no place for him to speak.

As everyone knows, Wen Qing saw that Yang Ling was so young, and he could attract several masters in the world to gather and fight, and he was unconvinced.

He asked himself how talented he was, few of the younger generation on the rivers and lakes could compare, and at most the few in Wudang could be counted, but he didn't want to see a more terrifying teenager today, and his mood was already out of balance.

However, Yang Ling didn't care what others thought, he just glanced at Wu Daozi and the others coldly, and asked, "Do you want to be the accomplice of this evil monk?" ”

"Amitabha, Lord Yang, the old man thinks this matter ......"

"Shut up!"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yang Ling, who went into the temple to find Vilu Chaya, but he didn't want to be blocked by a group of warrior monks with sticks, and he was already tired of this group of monks.

He forgot that this Vilu Shaya was also a monk, and since they were all monks, it was not surprising that they colluded with each other, and he didn't want to talk nonsense with him, but looked at Wu Daozi.

This person is holding a sword, preconceived notions, and the other party has a righteous face, he should not be a villain, so he patiently asked.

Wu Daozi saw that Yang Ling's eyes were like electricity, and he had no reason in his heart, he had read countless people in his life, and he could see people at a glance.

But he didn't detect malice in the other party, but was filled with a strong resentment and remorse.

Wu Daozi didn't know what was going on, but in order to prevent the tragedy from happening, either party would have a loss, and only Yang Ling, who came alone, was the best choice.

"If Your Excellency has grievances, you can complain, and the poor Dao will make decisions for you!"

Yang Ling snorted for a long time, and finally turned into a cold snort, that incriminating evidence is simply too much to write, if it is somewhere else, he will just talk to the other party in detail!

But now in the temple of this group of evil monks, what is the use of his words?

"Don't talk nonsense, I picked you today, the Rakshasa Ghost Temple!"

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