Hearing Amitabha, Yue Buqun was shocked.

He knew that the backer behind Zuo Lengchan was coming.

The sects are stationed in the Songshan territory, if there is no relationship between the Songshan faction and the Shaolin Temple, then it is hell.

If it were another time, when he heard the arrival of the people of Shaolin, even if Yue Buqun was now an innate cultivator, he would definitely not dare to continue to make a move.

But today, at the moment when the Shaolin monk's Buddha horn sounded, the sword in Yue Buqun's hand not only did not stop, but was a little faster.

You have a backer, and Yue has a backer.

Behind you is Shaolin, and behind me is the behemoth of Xuanyiwei, who is afraid of whom!

But seeing that Yue Buqun struck with a sword, like a cold electric essence, shooting towards Zuo Lengchan, he was determined to kill this person in this Liu family's mansion.

"Stop!"

Outside the courtyard, a burst of anger suddenly sounded, and then I saw the gate of Liu's Mansion shattering open, and in the debris in the sky, several Buddha beads burst out of clusters of dazzling golden light, like flying fire meteors to attack in front of Yue Buqun.

The sword in Yue Buqun's hand only had time to block one Buddha bead, and then it was knocked away by a huge force, and he could only watch the remaining few Buddha beads attack and kill.

Airplanes~~

Just when he was terrified, he suddenly felt that his body shook, and his body was pulled by a force, which was able to dodge the galloping Buddha beads.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, and subconsciously looked sideways, but saw that Song Xuan had come to him at some point, and it was his own adult who had just rescued him from danger.

Rumble!

The remaining few Buddha beads swept past Yue Buqun's side, and hit a house in Liu's Mansion with a bang, and a terrifying force burst out, like a scorching sun exploding, shattering the house.

With such a terrifying attack power, the onlookers who watched it were shocked, and Yue Buqun was even more drenched in cold sweat, with a look of fear on his face.

"Amitabha!"

The Shaolin Xinmei master in a robe walked into the Liu family's compound surrounded by several monks, staring at Yue Buqun with a compassionate face.

"Master Yue, can you let go of your hatred now?"

Yue Buqun's face changed several times in succession, and his voice was a little angry, "Master Xinmei, this is an internal matter of my Wuyue Sword Sect, as a Shaolin monk, the master interfered in the affairs of his faction, and he inevitably crossed the line!" ”

Master Xinmei clasped his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, the affairs of the rivers and lakes are in charge of the people of the rivers and lakes." The Zuo donor has been defeated, but the Yue donor is still aggressive to put people to death, which inevitably ruins the name of the donor's gentleman's sword, and the poor monk can only intervene rashly, and hopes that the donor will forgive. ”

As he spoke, his gaze shifted and looked at Song Xuan, who was standing beside Yue Buqun.

At this time, Song Xuan was wearing a black robe and a hat, and outsiders couldn't see his appearance at all, but Master Xinmei felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Just now the poor monk was in a hurry, almost injured the Yue donor, thank you for the timely action, otherwise the poor monk hurt others in order to save one person, but it is a taboo in Buddhism.

Fortunately, there were no major casualties today, so you might as well listen to why the Zuo donor had to stop Liu Zhengfeng from washing his hands, you are as ..... Oops......"

Before he finished speaking, Master Xinmei felt a chill on his scalp, and secretly exclaimed in his heart, 'Oh no, it's hit again!' ’

This feeling is too familiar to him, and the last time he was inexplicably hit in the head by the watermelon peel, this is the feeling.

Sure enough, he raised his hand and touched the door of his head, and a piece of watermelon skin that had just been gnawed was buckled on his head.

Almost without thinking, he already understood who did it, and his heart sank, and he sighed helplessly.

It's really unlucky, how can you meet this female Shura wherever you go.

In front of everyone's eyes, you throw watermelon peels on the head of the poor monk, and the poor monk doesn't want to lose face?

"Master, meet again!"

Song Xuan took off his hat and looked at the master of Xinmei who was pinching the watermelon skin and didn't know whether to be angry or cowardly.

You don't have to think about it to know that the mood of the eyebrows at this time must be very complicated.

How much pretending to be forced to appear, how embarrassed it is at this time, Buddhism has always loved face, if another person dares to do this, this old monk is estimated to have been mad a long time ago.

"It turned out to be the Lord of the Xuanmen in person!"

Seeing Song Xuan's face clearly, the momentum that had just risen on Xinmei's body suddenly converged, he really couldn't beat this brother and sister.

At this moment, his heart was full of luck, his attitude towards speaking just now was quite good, and what he threw on his head was watermelon peel, otherwise if his attitude was worse just now, it might be a hidden weapon thrown over.

"The person of Xuanmen, this person is the master of Xuanmen?"

Outside the courtyard, many people in the martial arts who heard what Master Xinmei said all exclaimed, and there was a sudden commotion outside the courtyard.

Not long ago, the old storyteller once said that in today's Mingzhou rivers and lakes, under the grandmaster, the master of Xuanmen can be called the first!

I never thought that this legendary character would appear in front of everyone's eyes like this, how could it not be surprising?

"Amitabha, I don't know what the Lord of Xuanmen is here?"

Xinmei began to think in his heart, this time he was invited by Zuo Lengchan to come, the purpose is to deter the evil demons, according to Zuo Lengchan, today Liu Zhengfeng washed his hands in a golden basin, which may attract the masters of the Demon Sect.

For this reason, Shaolin has specially come to a lot of masters, in addition to him, Shaolin abbot Dabei Zen Master will also rush to Hengshan City today.

Could it be that the master of the Demon Sect that Zuo Lengchan is talking about is the two brothers and sisters of Song Xuan?

If this is the case, then whether or not to go to Shaolin in troubled waters will have to be carefully weighed and rashly become enemies of a mysterious sect, which is not in the interests of Shaolin.

"This seat has some friendship with the head of Yue, and when I have nothing to do, I came here to talk to him."

Song Xuan's right hand rubbed on the hilt of the sword, and looked at Master Xinmei with a flat expression, "Master Xinmei is so majestic, as soon as he makes a move, it is a killing move, what's the matter, Master Yue is alive, and it is in the way of the great monk?" ”

"Amitabha, it's the poor monk's fault!"

Xinmei was very frank and directly confessed, before the abbot Dabei Zen Master arrived, he would definitely not anger the other party for the sake of a mouthful.

The name of Song Xuan, the lord of Xuanmen, they Shaolin have not heard much recently.

For the strength of this person, the senior monks in the temple have long judged that this person is definitely a top swordsman comparable to Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow.

This kind of master is far from being something that he, a monk who has only condensed the flower of qi, can compete with.

I can't even catch the watermelon skin, if I really do it, the end will definitely be like a Bodhisattva of Great Joy, someone pierced the head with a sword, and killed with one blow!

Song Xuan blinked, this old monk really carried out from his heart to the end, he should be soft, and he didn't have the violent temper of people in the martial arts who went up at every turn.