The long sword swept over, repelling the two of them, Xiao Yueming endured the surging qi and blood in his body, and followed the trend towards Brother Yang's body, stepping on the deck on his toes, his body was as fast as a ghost, and in an instant he approached Brother Yang's side.

The right hand was raised soundly, and a sword light that exuded the death of the forest was immediately cut away, just when Xiao Yueming thought that he had successfully blocked the killer, he saw that a rope shot out of the killer's arm, and with the assistance of the rope, his figure suddenly accelerated, and he was about to break out of Xiao Yueming's control.

"Not good!"

Xiao Yueming said secretly, shocked in her heart, but she didn't expect that this man with two knives still had a back hand, and he took it out after fighting for so long.

Seeing that the man with the two knives was smiling fiercely, and it was already close to the pit where the diving meteor was located, Xiao Yueming's eyes were condensed, the internal force in his body was running wildly, and the long sword in his hand was pointing at the sky, and in an instant, a majestic sword intent spread out from Xiao Yueming's body, straight into the sky, and the amazing sword intent instantly enveloped the entire deck, spreading towards the sea outside the passenger ship, and the originally calm sea water like a mirror was shaking at this time, splashing waves.

The mighty sword intent was overwhelming, and the people who were far away in the river wharf were affected, and the originally noisy and lively wharf was silent at this time, and the needles could be heard, and they all stood in place in a daze, staring at the passenger ship floating on the sea in the distance, only the size of the palm of the hand, there were passers-by with bags on their backs, and there were also hard laborers carrying sacks, all of them were frightened, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Immortals...... It's a god who has appeared!"

An old man in a white robe knelt on the dock on his knees, kowtowing to the passenger ship floating on the sea in the distance, his head slammed into the ground, making a banging sound, and his mouth kept muttering something, looking extremely reverent.

The old man's shouts were particularly harsh on the quiet docks, and the sound could be heard far away:

"Immortals?"

Some people heard someone shouting that the gods were coming, and they couldn't help but muttered to themselves in their hearts, but some people had seen a man in black with a sword, who could break the waves on the sea with a bamboo pole.

Everyone secretly guessed in their hearts that some people were already kneeling on the ground like an old man, facing the sea, kowtowing reverently, seeing someone kneeling, those who were still suspicious couldn't help but kneel on the ground, if it was really a fairy manifestation, everyone else knelt, but he was an exception, if he provoked the anger of the gods, he would never be able to bear it.

On the river wharf, with the old man taking the lead, everyone else also knelt down one after another, and a crowd of people knelt on the ground, and the scene was quite spectacular.

In an inn less than a mile away from the river wharf, a middle-aged man dressed in green clothes, crossed his knees on the bed, his hands wrapped around the dantian, a long sword about three feet on his legs, the scabbard of the long sword is simple, the whole body glows with emerald green brilliance, and the sword body is much narrower than other swords.

The man in Tsing Yi was closing his eyes at this time, and bursts of ethereal white mist rose on his body, looking like he was cultivating internal strength, and after a while, he saw that the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, and a dazzling light flashed away, and he slowly got up, only to see him walk to the window, stretch out his hand to support the wooden window, and his eyes seemed to contain a sharp sword out of the sheath, looking at the direction of the river wharf:

"This breath is undoubtedly the swordsman who met in the crowd that day, this kind of sword intent is really too terrifying, I think its strength must be the top first-class realm, I originally thought that this trip would have a few chances of winning, but I underestimated the attraction of that peerless cheat......"

The man in Tsing Yi shook his head slightly, then closed the wooden window tightly, and then sat on the bed to meditate and practice.

One street away from the river wharf, this street is called Kaitai Street, where the sound of people is full of people, the pedestrian stream is endless, because it is close to the wharf, most of the people who pass by are travelers who need to hurry, so it also attracts many merchants who come here to do some small business.

"Jingle Bell ~ Jingle Bell ~"

A monk holding a Zen staff walked slowly on the bustling street, and saw nine rings hanging on his Zen stick, which collided with each other and made a pleasant crisp sound.

The monk is about past the age of confusion, his face is kind and kind, and his eyebrows are long and drooping, like willow branches.

The monk walked slowly in the crowd, the robe on his body was already stained with a little dust, it seemed a little dusty, walking a few steps, the monk smelled the fragrance into his nose, stopped and watched, and then walked towards a bun shop.

Next to the steamed bun shop, this is a shop with a store, the owner in order to attract pedestrians, so he set up a part of the stall at the door, the huge cage drawer is located on the stove, the boiling heat rises, the aroma wafts a few feet away, has not dissipated.

Walking to the front of the bun shop with the stick, the old monk shook the Zen stick in his hand slightly, and the nine rings at the top of the Zen stick collided with each other, and the crisp sound sounded immediately.

The child who was wiping the stove heard this, raised his head, and saw that the monk with a long eyebrow and a kind eyebrow was standing quietly in front of him, looking at himself kindly, the child shook the rag in his hand, and said lazily:

"I'm just a shopkeeper, it's useless for you to come to me, old monk, you better go and see elsewhere. ”

After Xiao'er said that, he didn't pay attention to the monk, and then continued to wipe the stove with his head down.

When the monk heard this, he was not annoyed, he smiled slightly, held the Zen staff in his left hand, and closed his right hand, and saluted:

"The little monk doesn't dare to trouble the donor, dare to ask how much this bun is worth?"

Xiao Er thought that this monk was going to use prayers and other means to offset the money for the buns, he had been doing chores in this shop for a long time, and this kind of monk naturally saw a lot, but he didn't raise his head to deal with it and said:

"The meat bun costs two pennies a piece, and the vegetable bun costs a penny a penny. ”

When the monk heard this, he then put his hand into the robe, groped for a while, took out six copper plates, and handed them to Xiao'er:

"Please ask the donor to bring three buns to the little monk. ”

Xiao'er slowly raised his head, took the copper coin in the monk's hand with a surprised face, and his tone was slightly puzzled:

"You monks, aren't you allowed, don't you be allowed to touch these belongings?"

Looking at this puzzled child, the monk shook his head and smiled without saying a word.

Seeing that the strange old monk didn't talk, Xiao Er didn't ask, and then put down the rag in his hand and walked towards the cage drawer.

Lifting the cage drawer, the white mist was even worse, and the fragrance was stronger, Xiao Er took the bamboo cover in his hand and murmured:

"Six cents, buy three, it's a meat bun...... Meat buns!"

Xiao'er looked at the kind-eyed monk in astonishment and said loudly: "Aren't you a monk, how can you eat meat buns?"