At the entrance of a higher temple in the temple, Shen Hai stood inside the door, holding his long hair and smiling, watching everything that happened in the backyard of Miaoshan Temple from afar.

A monk in Tsing Yi next to him held a Buddhist bead in his hand, and there was a hint of flattery in his demeanor, and he bowed his head slightly and smiled: "Such a brave and unscrupulous man, if Mr. Shen uses a little means, he will suffer a big loss." This time give him a little lesson, kill his sharpness. ”

Shen Hai's face was relaxed, and he did not hide the smugness in his tone, "Stealing the treasures of the temple, no matter whether the last charge can be confirmed or not, will do no harm to Yang Hu's reputation." Even if this kind of person can stay in the academy, I'm afraid it is not suitable to continue to be the teacher of the little princess. ”

"What everyone Shen said is extremely true. The monk in Tsing Yi nodded slightly and echoed with a smile.

At the same time, the Shen family, who had a lot of money, was also the biggest pilgrim in Miaoshan Temple. Shen Hai, who came by chance, found that Yang Xiu was in the temple, and he was unwilling, so he thought of such a plan to make trouble. In Shen Hai's opinion, as long as Yang Xiu revealed his identity, these monks naturally did not dare to embarrass him, but being surrounded by warrior monks in public, his reputation would be stinky.

In the face of such a big donor, coupled with Shen Hai's status in the academy, the monks of Miaoshan Temple really have no reason to refuse. Thinking of the large amount of incense money that the temple could get immediately, the monk in Tsing Yi couldn't help but have a hint of joy on his indifferent face.

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Monk Scar had obvious bruises on one side of his cheeks, and his eye sockets were swollen, obviously he was slapped by Yang Xiu just now. At this time, the other party's face was righteous and awe-inspiring, but his eyes looked at Yang Xiu with a trace of resentment and pride.

This guy is really hateful. beat several brothers and sisters with blue noses and swollen faces. God can't look past it, now there is such a chance for revenge, Lao Tzu wants to teach you a good lesson!

"That being the case. Tell your abbots to come out,"

Yang Xiu said calmly, not taking this group of fierce warrior monks into account at all, "Let's confront each other and see if Yang has any of your so-called treasures." ”

"What qualifications do you have to meet the abbot, quickly throw away your weapon and arrest it!"

"Kneel down immediately and hand over the treasure!"

A group of warrior monks gathered around. More than a dozen big sticks shook in front of Yang Xiu as if threatening. Yang Xiu didn't move at all, glancing at the other party. I wondered in my heart: These people are fierce and vicious, but they are doing it, how can you fight back if you don't beat me? Are you waiting for me to do it first?

Just when Yang Xiu was wondering, a loud shout suddenly came from the crowd: "Isn't that Yang Hu, the new from the academy?" How did you get caught stealing here?"

Yang Xiu frowned, followed the sound, and the person who shouted had already hidden behind the crowd and could not see a trace, but the crowd of onlookers immediately became lively.

What kind of place is the academy, it is the treasure land for the little immortals to cultivate immortality, and in the eyes of the people in Qincheng, it is the supreme holy land, and the teachers there will steal things? However, some people who think they are smart think about it, and say in their hearts that this person named Yang Hu has just entered the academy, and he may not be able to say how his character cultivation will be.

For a while, everyone was talking. Everyone's emotions were high. It is human nature to like gossip, and it won't be long before this news spreads throughout Qincheng.

Shen Hai in the distance also heard the movement in the crowd. Knowing that his arrangements were implemented smoothly, he was in a good mood, and he couldn't help leaning out, wanting to see Yang Hu's face at this time. However, as soon as he made a move, Yang Xiu in the distance immediately turned his head, and Shen Hai felt a gaze like substance shooting at him. Subconsciously shrank back.

Can he see it from such a distance? Shen Hai was taken aback, both suspicious and angry. He hesitated, but he didn't dare to lean out again.

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Yang Xiu, who was standing under the wall of the shadow wall, looked like lightning, and saw a somewhat familiar figure flashing by the door of the temple from a distance, and he already had a plan. The heart said that I don't want to mess with you, I have to make trouble for me three times and two times, do I have the words "good bully" written on my face?

At this time, many college students walked out of the crowd of onlookers, and there were some teachers wearing teaching robes, who came up to the front and loudly accused Yang Xiu, confirming everyone's speculation about Yang Xiu's identity.

"As a member of the academy, how can you do such a reluctant!"

"As a teacher, you should lead by example, Yang Hu, how will your behavior behave in the academy in the future, and how bad will it affect your students?"

"Why don't you hurry up and hand over the treasures, go back to the academy and take the initiative to receive the punishment!"

The voices of duty in the crowd came and went, and the crowd was excited, and even young and vigorous students and white-haired old gentlemen were about to rush in, as if they wanted to teach Yang Xiu a lesson with their own hands.

The scar monk pretended to be in front of the crowd behind him, turned around and smiled sadly, looking at Yang Xiu as if he was looking at a monkey. The gentlemen of the academy regard reputation as more important than life, and the phrase "being a teacher" is not just a matter of talking, I will see how you live your life in the future!

Proud in his heart, the scar monk seemed to have forgotten the ruthlessness of Yang Xiu's attack just now, and the big stick in his hand stabbed Yang Xiu's chest intentionally or unintentionally, wanting to humiliate Yang Xiu. Whether it was Shen Hai or Monk Scar, they all took it for granted that Yang Xiuhui would argue with the identity of Mr. Academy, and then leave Miaoshan Temple in disgrace, never thinking about the possibility of Yang Xiuhui and everyone doing it.

This is an ancient temple that even the city lord of Qincheng will come to worship! If he does that, Yang Xiu's reputation will undoubtedly become even more stinky, and he may even lose his position as a professor in the academy.

It's a pity that Yang Xiu's personality is too far from what Shen Hai and others imagined.

What is that, in Yang Xiu's own words, no one has been able to measure the thickness of his face to this day.

Shen Hai regarded this position as extremely important, but Yang Xiu didn't care at all, as long as he could continue to exchange talismans for puppet materials, it would make no difference to Yang Xiu if he wasn't in the academy.

So being poked by the stick of the scar monk, Yang Xiu grinned instead.

The next moment, Yang Xiu's figure was like the wind, "Bang bang!" There were several muffled sounds, and the circle of monks around him flew out upside down before he could react, and fell to the ground in embarrassment. The scar monk was the worst, and the right half of his face was slapped by Yang Xiu, and now his whole head is swollen like a pig's head.

Only the warrior monk who was the leader was not weak, and he narrowly avoided Yang Xiu's backing palm, and he was frightened and shocked in his heart, and at the same time he retreated, he sacrificed a swarthy wooden fish from his sleeve, dragging the golden light straight towards Yang Xiu's door!

The monk also made a subconscious move, but Yang Xiu's speed was too fast and surprised him. If this kind of speed is close to you, wouldn't you let the other party do it?

"Dwarf oil?"

Seeing the opponent's imperial envoy's magic weapon, Yang Xiu was a little surprised, but his movements under his feet were not slow, and he dodged to avoid the opponent's magic weapon and rushed to the opponent's body in a vertical step, hugging his head and covering his face is a punch!

"Poof!"

The monk didn't figure out until he fainted, the other party was also in the middle stage of quenching, why he didn't use magic weapons and Dao talismans, but punched and kicked like a hooligan, but he didn't have time to think about these details.

Yang Xiu looked at the warrior monk lying on the ground with a nosebleed, and felt something. It seems that the ability to make the flying sword is not necessarily very powerful, and in the middle stage of the quenching body, it has just been able to release the spiritual power of the imperial envoy weapon, which is neither skilled nor experienced, and it is not as efficient as doing it directly.

Yang Xiu used thunderous means to instantly beat down more than a dozen monks, and the crowd of onlookers was stunned at first, and then subconsciously wanted to run away. But before everyone could act, the guy surnamed Yang had already jumped into the air and flew like lightning towards a temple in the distance.

Shen Hai saw the situation at the shadow wall clearly, his heart was anxious and angry, and when Yang Xiu flew over like lightning, all that was left in Shen Hai's heart was shock-what did he want to do when he flew over, could he not do anything to me?

Yang Xiu's sword flying is not very proficient, more of a stepping on the roof and rushing forward, the speed of the short sprint is not slow compared to flying, a few breaths have already come to the door of the temple, and he does not speak and raises his hand is a sword.

"Dang!"

The Tsing Yi monk who was standing with Shen Hai flashed in his hand, and a Zen staff had already appeared in his hand, and he directly collided with the White Deer Sword with one hand. After a deafening crisp sound, the monk in Tsing Yi was shocked and took a step back, and the white deer sword was also knocked out, and it turned around in the air and returned to Yang Xiu's hand.

"The donor is angry, why do you want to hurt people?" the monk in Tsing Yi put his palm in front of him and said in a low voice.

"Are you two in a group?" Yang Xiu held the long sword in his hand, looking curious.

"The poor monk is an elder of Miaoshan Temple, and his law name is Jingyuan. Mr. Shen and the donor are both college teachers and are highly respected, why should the donor kill the killer?"

"Don't worry about these details. Yang Xiu grinned, raised his sword and slashed. (To be continued)