"Good, good, the control of the vitality, the explosiveness are very strong, yes, it's really good. Sun Ying felt the faint Yuan Force fluctuations floating in the air and exclaimed, turned his head to look at Zhou Ling, who had died, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and snorted: "Hmph, it's really a waste, even if the Yuan Force is empty, I haven't learned it well." ”。

Monk Xuanbei held the Xuantie Qi Mei stick in his hand, and took a step forward: "Sun Ying, you should know that our Golden Cicada Temple is a refining sect, although you are a high-grade martial king, but you can't defeat the two of us, I advise you to leave by yourself, lest you have to kill again in a while!"

Sun Ying raised his eyebrows and sneered: "You treat me as that waste?"

Before the words were finished, the monk Xuanbei had already jumped up, the Xuantie Qi Mei stick in his hand shook, and the stick body suddenly looked like a tumbling dragon, the monk was good at sticks, and the difference between the stick and the big gun was only one less gun head, the reason why the stick was not used was also with the meaning of not killing innocents indiscriminately.

Bang, the waist of the monk Xuanbei was raised, the strength was over the shoulder, and the Qimei stick in his hand instantly brought up a sharp force to hit the long sword in Sun Ying's hand, the stick is suitable for picking, stabbing, splitting, teasing, sweeping, with the help of the strength of the whole body suddenly exploded, it was even more powerful, and the long sword was relatively light and elegant, Sun Ying turned the long sword in his hand, and slashed down with the sword body towards the stick body.

Monk Xuanbei couldn't hit it with a blow, the stick body stood upright, slammed a small pit on the ground, the abdomen contracted, the whole person arched like a prawn, squatted on the ground in an instant, slapped and buckled the ground with his left hand, and directly pulled out a handful of dirt and sand from the ground and smashed it into Sun Ying's face.

Sun Ying reacted instantly, and kicked the Qi Mei stick lightly, and the whole person flew backwards like a weightless feather, and Monk Xuanjing had already rushed over, forming five fingers into claws with both hands, directly on Sun Ying's shoulder joints.

"Huh?", Sun Ying felt the force coming from his shoulders, smiled at the corner of his mouth, his shoulders shook slightly, and Monk Xuanjing's hands were like an electric shock, and it was difficult to continue.

Sun Ying has not yet landed, in front of the Xuanbei monk a Qi Mei stick has come one after another, the Qi Mei stick is doped with elastic steel, the elasticity is excellent, the Xuan Bei monk's calf exerts force, instantly drives the waist, shoulders, arms, and then to the Qi Mei stick, the person and the stick have become a whole at this time, just such a shake, the stick head is like a poisonous snake shaking its head, instantly stabbing towards Sun Ying's ribs, lower abdomen, heart, and head, once it is stabbed to one of the positions, it will die directly on the spot!

"Hmph, am I really a bully?", Sun Ying's eyes narrowed, his left hand rolled and slapped on the stick, and a soft force hit the Qi Mei stick, the Qi Mei stick directly lost its head, and the long sword in Sun Ying's hand stabbed directly at the major points on the body of the monk Xuan Bei, the long sword was light, the sword speed was faster, and the cold light on the sword body flashed.

Monk Xuanbei was taken aback, he didn't care about the eyebrow stick in his hand, he stepped on the ground with his legs, the hard surface was directly cracked and shattered, and the whole person jumped out like a monkey.

But he is fast, Sun Ying is faster! Sun Ying's whole person moved forward with the retreat of Monk Xuanbei, and a long sword was only a millimeter away from Monk Xuanbei, and the corner of his mouth set off a trace of evil smile, and the long sword in Sun Ying's hand instantly slashed on Monk Xuanbei's left shoulder.

The Xuanbei monk, whose strength had been exhausted, screamed in pain, and his entire left arm had been directly cut off by Sun Ying's long sword, the incision was smooth and flat, the meridians, muscles, and bones were exposed to the air, and blood gushed out in an instant.

Sun Yingde was unforgiving, and the long sword slashed at the neck of the monk Xuanbei who was lying on the ground, and the monk Xuanjing behind him had already arrived, and the scene in front of him made the old monk's eyes split, and his thin face was instantly reddened. Monk Xuanjing shouted, his hands mixed with strong yuan force and slapped towards Sun Ying's temples, if he was hit this time, even if Da Luo Jinxian went down to earth, he was powerless, his hands moved together, and his feet were not ambiguous, his right foot stepped between Sun Ying's legs, and his knees were raised instantly, which can be described as extremely vicious, and it can also be seen how much Monk Xuanjing hates Sun Ying at this time!

The strong wind in both ears hit, and the attack on the crotch, Sun Ying's sword couldn't go down, and he was about to step forward, and when he escaped from the killing move of the Xuanjing monk, the Xuanbei monk lying on the ground twisted his legs, and the whole person was wrapped around Sun Ying's body, and his knees were pressed down towards Sun Ying's calf joint, and his right hand became a fist, and he instantly hit Sun Ying's spine three times!

'Bang' 'Bang' 'Bang' 'Bang'

Sun Ying was restrained by Monk Xuanbei, his expression was terrified, and before he could react, he was slapped on the temples by Monk Xuanjing's hands in an instant, and was slammed into his spine by Monk Xuanbei with a heavy fist, and in an instant, his face was purple and red, his eyes were bursting out, his face became black and purple, and he bled to death with seven orifices, and collapsed to the ground softly!

Monk Xuanjing's expression was complicated, and he recited a Buddha name in his mouth before pulling Monk Xuanbei up: "Alas, these two people are obsessed, but they also died as they deserved, but it's a pity that one of Elder Xuanbei's arms is gone, but it is not very convenient to make a stick in the future." ”。

"Don't get in the way, this time our mission is to welcome back the things of the Demon Suppression Cave, but it's a blessing that we are missing an arm. Xuanbei's face was pale, bloodless, picked up the broken arm from the ground, and put it directly into the storage ring, saying so in his mouth, Xuanbei monk was inevitably a little sad and lamented, the martial artist pays the most attention to the body, missing an arm, although his realm is still there, this power is going to be greatly reduced.

Monk Xuanjing sighed, didn't say more, the two silently put away Zhou Ling and Sun Ying's storage rings, and walked directly towards Rock Valley City-

"That's pretty much it, let's go in and have a look. Monk Xuanjing walked to a restaurant and stopped.

Monk Xuanbei nodded, his entire left arm was cut off by Sun Ying's sword, although he had already pointed at the acupoint and stopped the bleeding, his face still showed a weakness, his eyes were deep-set and black, and the broken arm was simply wrapped in a white cloth, oozing a little blood.

The owner of the restaurant was a middle-aged man who was a little chubby, and looked at Xuanjing and Xuanbei who came over. Although there was a lot of movement outside the city just now, he didn't go to watch it, so he couldn't recognize the two people in front of him, but the person who came was a guest, and the restaurant owner still had a smile on his face and asked, "I don't know if the two masters, do you want to eat? or stay?"

Monk Xuanjing clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Amitabha." We're here to find someone, and I wonder if the donor can make it convenient for the two of us to go upstairs and have a look?".

"Look, what to see, no meals, no accommodation, what to see, walk, we are here to do business, not for idlers to see. When the restaurant owner heard this, his face immediately became impatient.

Monk Xuanjing smiled slightly, the five fingers of his right hand were slightly opened, and he gently placed it on the counter of the restaurant, silently, and when the palm was raised, a clear palm print was left on the counter, and even the palm texture on the palm print was clear. The forehead of the restaurant owner instantly forced out a cold sweat, you must know that this counter is made of iron pear wood, the texture is very tough and heavy, and the old monk in front of him just put his hand on it lightly, and he can leave a palm print!

"Can you let us go upstairs now?", Monk Xuanjing smiled.

The owner of the restaurant hurriedly wiped his cold sweat, his face was full of smirk, and he said: "The two masters can watch as long as they want." ”。

Monk Xuanjing thanked him, and went up to the second floor with Monk Xuanbei, and when he saw the two of them going up, the restaurant owner breathed a sigh of relief, touched the palm print on the counter, and secretly smacked his tongue.

The two went upstairs and looked around, and the monk Xuanjing took out the soul lamp from the storage ring, although there is a lamp in the name, this soul lamp has nothing to do with the lamp at all, but is like a round and transparent glass ball, almost the size of a palm, at this time emitting a layer of faint white light, which looks particularly magical.

According to the strength of the white light emitted by the soul lamp, Monk Xuanjing quickly came to the room of Hu Xiaobao and Hu Nianzu.

Knock knock

"Who? Is it a good sister?", Hu Xiaobao opened the door with a happy face, but saw two old monks standing at the door, one of them was missing an arm, and he had nothing to do with the shy and lovely good sister Nangong Wan in his imagination, and he couldn't help but look disappointed.

Hu Xiaobao frowned, glanced at Monk Xuanjing and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Monk Xuanjing looked at the soul lamp in his hand and suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, his face was happy, and he put the soul lamp into the storage ring.

Hu Xiaobao saw his movements, raised his eyebrows, and Hu Nianzu in the house also walked over, after all, Hu Nianzu has practiced kung fu for more than 30 years, although his martial arts are not proficient, his eyesight is still there, "These two monks are not simple, this smiling old monk has strong arms, thick palms and thick calluses, and the lower plate seems to be light, but it gives people a feeling of immobility like a mountain." Hu Nianzu looked at the monk Xuanbei who had broken one arm again, and found that he had a rough mouth, thick and powerful finger bones, and his eyes narrowed directly.

"I don't know what happened to the two masters?", Hu Nianzu didn't believe that the two people in front of him were here to turn into a fate, and if he had such a good skill, he would have become a beggar.

Monk Xuanbei stepped forward and asked, "I wonder if you two have heard of the 'Golden Cicada Temple'?"

Hearing the three words of Jincia Temple, Hu Xiaobao and Hu Nianzu glanced at each other, Hu Xiaobao just wanted to answer when Hu Nianzu pressed one hand on his shoulder, Hu Nianzu laughed: "What is the Golden Cicada Temple, the Golden Temple, I haven't heard of it, if it's okay, please ask the two masters to go out, we still have to rest." Hu Xiaobao glanced at Hu Nianzu in surprise, not knowing what his intentions were.

Monk Xuanjing is experienced, his eyes are very vicious, and he knows that the two of them, one big and one young, must know the Golden Cicada Temple, so he said: "Don't be nervous, the old man's name is 'Xuanjing', and this is my junior brother's name 'Xuanbei'." The two of us are the elders of the Golden Cicada Temple, and this time we found the two because the two of us were ordered by the abbot to find the remains of the ancestor, and what I was holding in my hand just now was the soul lamp of the ancestor, and I found the two according to the soul lamp. ”。