In the rolling snowstorm, a gap appeared.

The Tang warrior monk was dressed in sackcloth, short hair, and barefoot, stepping on the cold snow, and walked leisurely from the snow to the Zhao family's White Tiger Dojo.

His pace was not fast, but his steps were swift, like a horse galloping on the ground.

A bamboo hat is carried behind the back of a warrior monk.

From a distance, the hat was like a turtle shell on the back of a turtle, emitting a circle of emerald green light, enveloping the Tang Dynasty warrior monk in it.

There are many foreign masters who have crossed the border from the ancient road hidden in the wind and snow, besieging the Tang Dynasty warrior monks from all directions, and all kinds of martial arts and martial arts secret methods have been displayed together, but they are blocked by the layer of green light on the Tang Dynasty warrior monks.

Zhao Peng watched from afar, and couldn't help but think in his heart: "Why does this turtle shell green light appear behind the Tang Dynasty monks, why doesn't it appear on the top of the Tang Dynasty monks' heads?"

If it's on the top of your head, it's a green hat.

Thundered!

The Tang Dynasty warrior monk carried many secret attacks, and he was getting closer and closer to the White Tiger Dojo.

Those who pursued the Tang Dynasty warrior monks, when they saw the Tang Dynasty warrior monks approaching the White Tiger Dojo, they no longer pursued, but only stood far away on the edge of the blizzard, yelling at the Tang warrior monks.

The Tang Dynasty warrior monk was indifferent, walked to the edge of the White Tiger Dojo and stood still.

"Let's go and see what this Tang warrior monk is doing in my Zhao family. ”

Zhao Shanhe jumped down from the Swirling Turtle Bronze Flag, ran to Zhao Peng's side, and said: "Earlier, the Tang Dynasty warrior monk came to our Zhao family, but he left without knowing it, whether this person is an enemy or a friend, or is it unknown! If he is an ally of our Zhao family, he only needs to help our Zhao family fight, why do we need to leave the compound and live in this White Tiger Dojo, and now even the water source has been cut off! If he is a righteous person, why should we suffer such evil qi?"

Loyalty?

Zhao Peng shook his head and led everyone out of the White Tiger Dojo.

The word righteousness has always been mutual.

Only when there are feelings can righteousness be emphasized.

The deeper the feelings, the more righteous the anger.

It's all fools to talk about righteousness with people you don't know!

The Tang Dynasty warrior monk is just Zhao Lie's old man, except for Zhao Lie, the Tang warrior monk has nothing to do with the Zhao family, in this martial arts world where interests are paramount, this Tang warrior monk did not help to help those who invaded the Zhao family, this move is already commendable in Zhao Peng's view.

Zhao Peng didn't have much hope for the Tang Dynasty warrior monk, so naturally he couldn't talk about any disappointment.

At the edge of the White Tiger Dojo, the two sides stood still.

The Tang warrior monk was alone, standing under the starlight, because his hair was extremely short, the starlight shone on his head, and there was a slight reflection, and the bright scalp was clearly eye-catching.

Under the starlight at night, the appearance of the Tang Dynasty warrior monk is more and more lacking in masculine energy and more feminine.

"You're polite!"

The Tang warrior monk smiled slightly and nodded at Zhao Peng.

Zhao Peng asked, "Why are you here?"

The Tang warrior monk said: "Entrusted by others. ”

Zhao Peng asked, "Who?"

The expression of the Tang Dynasty warrior monk changed suddenly, turned around in the direction of the foundation city, folded his hands, leaned down, bowed to the ground with five bodies, and said: "Ancestor of my Dao!"

I am what I mean.

What the Tang Dynasty warrior monk said about my way refers to the martial arts of a warrior monk like him.

As for the group of my way, it must be the panda people.

The panda people have long said that in ancient times, the warrior monks were created by them panda people.

Zhao Peng waited until the Tang Dynasty warrior monk stood up before he opened his mouth, and said slowly: "Thank you." ”

The Tang warrior monk smiled slightly, took out a small sack from the sleeve of the wide linen coat, and handed it to Zhao Peng.

In the sack, there are gray stones one by one.

On each stone, there are mysterious and mysterious lines depicted.

The lines are bright red, and they seem to be congealed with blood.

Zhao Peng asked, "What is this?"

The Tang warrior monk said: "As soon as the law pattern comes out, King Kong is not bad. ”

Really?

Zhao Wuji squinted his eyes very arrogantly, a little unconvinced.

"I'll try!"

Zhao Shanhe didn't say a word, stuffed a stone into the placket of his chest, and then drove the Heaven and Earth Xuanqi.

Suddenly, a flash of yellow light emanated from Zhao Shanhe's chest and converged into a halo that surrounded Zhao Shanhe.

Zhao Wuji waved the black big knife and touched it lightly on Zhao Shanhe's body.

Boom!

The blade was swept away by the yellow light.

Zhao Wuji's eyes changed, an image of a white tiger rose above his head, his body jumped up, and he tried his best to slash at Zhao Shanhe's body, but Zhao Shanhe's body did not move at all, but Zhao Wuji even took a knife, and retreated backwards again and again, until he withdrew more than a dozen steps and retreated into the White Tiger Dojo, which stabilized his body.

It's so powerful!

The people of the Zhao family around him looked shocked, and their eyes were full of joy.

Zhao Wuji's martial arts strength is clear to everyone. Today's Zhao Wuji has broken through from the first level of Xuanmen to the second level of Xuanmen, out of the realm of Xuanshi, in the Zhao family, he can be said to be the second master, and his strength is only below Zhao Peng. But the knife he slashed with all his strength not only couldn't hurt Zhao Shanhe in the slightest, but shocked himself out!

With this thing in your body, why be afraid of this battle?

After the Tang warrior monk finished delivering the cloth bag, he turned around and left.

He walked in the wind and snow, like a rare wild goose in winter, wandering away from the mountains and rivers. Those who came across the border in the distance saw the Tang Dynasty warrior monk leave the White Tiger Dojo, and they used martial arts secret methods one after another, but they couldn't hurt the Tang warrior monk in the slightest, so they could only watch him leave.

"What a strange person!"

Zhao Yan was full of admiration and stared at the distant back of the Tang Dynasty warrior monk.

In fact, Zhao Yan hoped that the Tang Dynasty warrior monk would stay and help the Zhao family fight, but he didn't know how to speak. Although he is good at compromise, he has a dignity that the children of the Zhao family should have in his heart, and now there are many stones carved with the Vajra pattern in the hands of the Zhao family, and Zhao Yan is even more reluctant to ask the warrior monk in a low voice.

"Hmph! This Tang Dynasty warrior monk has no relatives and no reason with my Zhao family, he is just Zhao Lie's old man, as for his relationship with Zhao Lie, you and I don't know anything at all, do you still want to kneel down and beg him to help my Zhao family?"

Mama Rong glared at Zhao Yan fiercely, her face full of hatred.

"Ugh. ”

Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment, unwilling to argue with Mama Rong, so he had to keep silent.

And the other Zhao family martial arts people have already picked up the weapons in their hands and are ready to fight at any time.

Especially the more than 200 people who followed Zhao Peng's conquest of the Quartet, they had already formed a military formation, and one by one they stuffed the stones carved with the Vajra pattern into the placket of their chests, just waiting for Zhao Peng's order......

Zhao Peng also grabbed a stone in his hand.

The more this stone is the size of a quail egg, and from the outside, it is very rough, and it is obviously not an heirloom treasure that has been handed down from generation to generation, and has been played with all the time.

"Maybe these stones are just something that the panda people made in a hurry. ”

Zhao Peng condensed slightly, stuffed the stone into the placket of his chest, and thought: "This kind of ancient master, even if there is only a residual divine soul left, can still use many unpredictable methods, if he returns to the heyday of the ancient times, I don't know how strong he should be!"

When Zhao Peng poured the Heaven and Earth Xuan Qi into the stone, the red lines on the stone immediately became hot like fire, burning Zhao Peng's skin with a tingling pain.

This is the vajra pattern made by the panda people, and people in the martial arts only need to wear this stone on their bodies, and then drive the heaven and earth in their bodies to pour into the stone, and they can urge the vajra pattern.

A circle of yellow light shrouded Zhao Peng's body.

At the same time, the surrounding Zhao family martial arts people also urged the vajra pattern on the stone.

The yellow lights are connected in one place, illuminating the place where the people of the Zhao family are located.

Herod!

Flame Flying rode over and stopped beside Zhao Peng.

Zhao Peng turned over his horse and looked back at the people of the Zhao family in the rear, only to see that everyone was already full of war intent and impatient, but at this critical moment when he was about to set out, Zhao Peng's expression changed slightly.

It's just that he suddenly felt that in the yellow light of the Zhao family's team, there seemed to be some déjà vu in him.

For a while, Zhao Peng couldn't remember where he had noticed such an aura.

Airplanes!

Zhao Peng held the giant sword of the door panel from the horizontal sword slave in his hand.

Immediately, the blade of the sword was raised, pointing into the distance and rolling snow.

"Kill!"

An angry roar shouted out from Zhao Peng's mouth.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The more than 200 people of the Zhao family who followed Zhao Peng to fight in all directions roared in unison, one after another, endlessly, and the cries were like war drums.

Woowoo......

The sound of the trumpet sounded.

Zhao Wuji rode the white tiger, stood behind Zhao Peng, and blew the coral horn of the famous Sea Emperor's horn.

As Zhao Peng waved the giant sword of the door panel, the Flame Flying Horse carried Zhao Peng towards the wind and snow, and the people of the Zhao family in the rear rode the tiger and followed closely behind.

In the sky above the White Tiger Dojo, there was a huge white tiger as large as a mountain, guarding the old and weak Zhao family residing in the White Tiger Dojo. With this large array of White Tiger guards, Zhao Peng and many people from the Zhao family can enter the White Tiger Dojo without any scruples, otherwise after they rush out, their back road will be staged, and in the end, the old and weak people in the White Tiger Dojo will definitely be killed by the enemy!

Kill!

Kill!

The sound of shouting and killing, like the tide of the sea, sounded wave after wave.

Zhao Peng took the lead and rushed out!

I don't know how many martial arts people who came across the border were hidden in the wind and snow, and now when they saw the people of the Zhao family rushing out, there were immediately many martial arts secret methods, and they bombarded towards the Zhao family's team.

Zhao Peng was at the forefront, bearing the brunt of the attack and receiving the most attacks.

However, the bombardment of such martial arts secret methods could not hurt Zhao Peng in the slightest.

The layer of yellow light on his body, no matter what kind of attack he received, was not damaged in any way.

There are countless secret martial arts methods, at least as many as hundreds, and they are bombarded overwhelmingly. But this kind of stormy secret method bombardment couldn't even break through the military formation composed of more than 200 martial arts people behind Zhao Peng!

The more the martial arts secret method bombardment was withheld, the brighter the yellow light became, and the kind of aura that Zhao Peng was familiar with emanating from the yellow light became more obvious.

Zhao Peng turned his head suddenly, staring at the yellow light of the military array, and suddenly his heart flashed, and he thought: "This kind of breath ......"