After a while, he turned around, even if someone calculated, he couldn't take care of it, anyway, I don't know how many people have already calculated, and if there is another one, it is not itchy if there are more lice, and there is no worry about more debts.

The girl downstairs, holding a long sword, looked quite quaint, and Ye Junsheng had already noticed that this girl's cultivation was roughly the first to enter the Xuan Fetus.

There were also three big men kneeling in front of the girl, who kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, and the leader said:

"It was the son of Yan Shuyan of Xuansu Sect who deceived the eldest lady with the illusion of the easy fetus, and we were also forced. ”

"Hmph," the girl snorted coldly: "What Yan Shuyan Gongzi? Do you think I will be afraid if I move out of Xuansuzong? Kill you first, and then go home and ask Daddy to invite the senior monks of Ximing Temple to go to Xuansuzong to seek justice." As he spoke, the sword flew and slashed away.

Seeing that the blood was about to splash five steps, the girl's hand holding the sword shook unconsciously, her body shook suddenly, a pair of clear eyes looked around, and said: "Who is it? ”

A young man in white walked in from the door, he looked about thirty years old, handsome, chic, holding a folding fan:

"I'm what you call Yan Shuyan Gongzi. You ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the girl showed a look of resentment, the ancient sword in her hand flashed with golden light, and the sound of the sword was like a monk closing his eyes and chanting Buddha, pointing straight at Yanshu's throat.

As soon as Yanshu folded the fan, in the crisp sound, he opened the ancient sword, flew in, knocked the girl's head with the folding fan, and said with a smile: "Miss Fang Er, I took the brain generation." "

Fang Lin is the oldest, and she has been favored since she was a child, so she is naturally extremely arrogant. Mo said that he was so flirtatious and thin, and he didn't even suffer a little grievance, and his cheeks were flushed for a while, ashamed and angry, and he said, "I'm fighting with you." "Without hesitation, drive the ancient sword to turn, and the backhand is a sword pick.

Although it is not a trick for the girl to attach this sword, she is angry and angry, and the sword is powerful, and it is not easy for Yanshu to take it. Unexpectedly, Yan Shu repeated his old trick and used a folding fan to open the ancient sword.

The girl surnamed Fang stared at her, regardless of it, she pounced on her, and the two of them fought together, and for a while, their figures were vertical and horizontal, and from the scene, it seemed that they couldn't hold each other.

It seems to be a tie at the moment, but the girl surnamed Fang is obviously not enough to compete with Yanshu in terms of experience or cultivation techniques. Merely. Ye Junsheng pouted. "The monk of Ximing Temple, is this a habit?"

Sure enough, after a few faces, the girl surnamed Fang no longer had the previous calmness, and was forced by Yanshu to retreat step by step, and she had no power to fight back, only the ability to parry.

"Amitabha. ”

There was a Buddha noise, and a golden light crossed the sky.

At the last moment, Yan Shu's body turned sharply, and he swept over the restaurant, with a pain in his back, and a shocking blood mark extended from his shoulder. Glancing down, there were a few red stains on the ground. Tap your right hand to stop the bleeding from your back:

"The monks of Ximing Temple are still so shameless. Attract the attention of your opponent first, and then take advantage of the unpreparedness to secretly plot. ”

"Amitabha, the donor is not like this just now, the poor monk is just treating others in his own way. ”

The great monk clasped his hands together, and his words were light and calm, generally leisurely: "The donor has created a great sin, my Buddha has a compassionate heart, why don't you go back to Ximing Temple with the poor monk, and spend time and night for you?"

"Senior Brother Pu Yan, what do you have to say to this kind of villain who rapes and adulterates women. Killed. ”

The girl surnamed Fang moved to the side of Pu Yi and looked at Yan Shu with a face full of disgust.

Yanshu covered his mouth with his hand, coughed a few times, and looked at the palm of his hand, and the red blood was on it. There are dots of Buddhist Zen power in his body, and the flow of true yuan is not smooth, and he understands that Pu Yan's sneak attack with all his strength has already caused him serious injuries.

Looking at the five-colored silk rope on the folding fan, he smiled slightly, the fan page was opened, and he fanned the wind gently, feeling leisurely, as if he didn't care about his life and death.

"Magnolia Flowers, Quasi-Ancient Decisive Words Cambodian Friends?" happened to see the words on the folding fan of Yanshu here, Ye Junsheng looked at it curiously, and was suddenly a little stunned.

Yanshu sneered: "If you have compassion, you should stay in the temple and chant the Buddha, and don't come out to cause trouble." Again, what sin do I have? ”

Pu sighed angrily: "The donor's body, mouth, and mind are all guilty of karma, and he should really fast and recite the scriptures and practice to change his mind." ”

Yanshu sneered again: "It's not to see how much I am injured. It looks like charity, but in fact it is despicable. The folding fan pointed at Pu Yan, and if you want to hit it, you will hit it, so much nonsense. ”

"Amitabha. ”

Pu Yi suddenly clasped his palms together and sang the Buddha's name, then took out the vajra and poked it straight towards Yanshu's abdomen.

Yan Shu was stunned, his eyes were confused, as if he was photographed by the Buddha's name, and when Pu Yi got close, his wrist shook instantly, and the fan surface unfolded, like a hidden weapon, swirling and flying, and shot backwards at Pu Yan.

The folding fan rolled up a black whirlwind out of thin air, which was extremely powerful, and it was not inferior to the sword. Pu Yi pulled back and threw the vajra out of his hand.

Like a ghost, Yanshu avoided the vajra and swung towards Pu Qi, and a dark light suddenly lit up in his left palm, and he gently and skillfully slapped at Pu Qi.

Pu Yi is still in the air, it is not easy to dodge, and he can't resist hard, and the Zen power of Buddhism gathers in his hands, two pairs of palms, and his chest is stuffy. With the help of the body method, he unloaded part of the palm power and swung out three feet away.

I was secretly shocked in my heart: "I didn't expect him to be so seriously injured and still have such combat power." ”

Yanshu didn't stop at all, as soon as Pu landed, the folding fan turned back in his hand, the folding fan closed, and the black whirlwind turned into a sword-like shape, stabbing straight at Pu Yan

"But he is only relying on his breath at this time, and the poor monk should fight with him." When this anger is exhausted, he is allowed to be slaughtered by the poor monks. ”

He posed with both hands and spat out a word in his mouth.

The air shook, and the King of Fudo Ming appeared behind Pu Yan, his eyes were burning like fire, and he stared at Yanshu expressionlessly.

To Pu's surprise, this sword had no power at all, and Yanshu couldn't withstand the power of King Ming's backlash, so he vomited blood and flew upside down.

Yanshu laughed: "Thank you for sending it." "He originally flew away with the power of King Ming and got out of here.

"I want to go. ”

The ancient sword Buddha light sword in the hand of the girl surnamed Fang was agitated, and she quickly stabbed at Yanshu.

"Bell. ”

I don't know that a sword gang came and deflected the ancient sword that was about to touch Daoyanshu. The sword momentum was stunned, and the second sword gang came out again. The girl surnamed Fang was stunned and took a few steps back.

"I don't know where the master is, can I show up. ”

Pu Yan clasped his hands together, lowered his head and closed his eyes, and did not move the Ming King behind him, but he was looking at the truth with one eye, and he was angry and fierce, and he was about to rush towards Yanshu.

The sound of breaking the air sounded, and the third sword gang directly annihilated the immovable Ming King. Then there was the sound of breaking the sky.

Pu Yi's ears twitched, and he immediately stopped moving, and his face was very ugly.

There are two more small holes on the ground next to him, if he had planned in his heart just now, he would not move King Ming as a bait and run to kill Yanshu by himself, these two small holes would have appeared on him.

Ye Junsheng's eyes narrowed, his left hand hung down, and he floated down the restaurant.