Seeing that Zhang Luo was gone, Ling Ziqian didn't care, just slapped his palm on the trunk of the tree, and the body that was originally sitting on the branch seemed to have no weight, and flew lightly in the direction where the little monk left, and the Feiyan step handed down by Zhang Sihua was in Ling Ziqian's hands, and it had been used to the extreme!

The little monk stumbled and ran through the woods, without the meaning of a half-step out of his body, but more like a young man who secretly ran out of the house and did not know anything about the world!

"Little master, why are you so flustered?"

Ling Ziqian was like a flying swallow, and easily rushed to the front of the little monk, and when he landed lightly on the ground, the little monk stumbled over from not far away!

It was also the performance of the little monk just now that Ling Ziqian had the idea of making friends, so he rushed to the front of the little monk with Feiyan and appeared in a more natural way!

"Amitabha, donor go quickly, there is a wicked person in front of you, let's retreat quickly!"

The little monk ran in front of Ling Ziqian while playing the Buddha name, grabbed his hand, pulled him and prepared to run away!

"Don't panic, the little master also has martial arts in the body, it's better to accompany the little master to see how it goes, if there is really a wicked person in charge, but it is also just to eliminate a harm for the people!"

Ling Ziqian secretly mobilized a wisp of true yuan, gathered it in his right arm, and under the flow of strength on his arm, he lightly grabbed the little monk who still wanted to continue running.

This unlucky child, although he doesn't know why he doesn't use the magic power of Buddhism, but he unconsciously uses a trace of half-step out of the body power during his running, if it weren't for Ling Ziqian seeing him running between the runs, every step under his feet has a strong True Yuan invisibly overflowing, I'm afraid that this child will really be pulled to the ground by this little monk, and his face will be disgraced!

"The donor has a lot of strength, but that wicked man has a treasure knife to protect himself, and a stone like this can be split in half with a light sword!"

After Ling Ziqian let go of his hand, the little monk stopped running, but he thought of the robber just now, but he still had palpitations, he had been practicing in the mountains with a master since he was a child, except for the master, he had never seen anyone else, and the scene of the robber threatening him with a knife just now was indeed a little scared to him!

"Oh, that's it?"

Ling Ziqian looked at the stone the size of an adult's head that the little monk was pointing to, using the folding fan in his hand as a sword, with a slight wave of his right arm, an invisible sword qi shot out from the folding fan, silently cutting the stone in half, its cutting surface was as smooth as a mirror, but the weeds under the stone were not damaged at all, this control can be imagined!

"The donor is good at cultivating, since the donor has such strength, then let's go back and temper the wicked person, how about it?"

The little monk didn't know much about this, although he was talented and powerful, but his master didn't teach anything except for the cultivation of the Dharma, including the common sense of the cultivation world and the rest of the Dharma supernatural powers.

This also led to the fact that even if the little monk's cultivation realm reached the realm of half-step out of the body, except for the cultivation of the exercises themselves, there were not many means to resist the enemy!

Therefore, after seeing Ling Ziqian do what he couldn't do, he should have thought that he was definitely stronger than himself, after all, the release of sword qi like Ling Ziqian is not only released by high cultivation, in addition to superb sword dao cultivation, it also needs to have extremely powerful control, and the integration of the two can achieve Ling Ziqian's point!

"Okay, under Ling Ziqian, but I don't know what the little master is called?"

Ling Ziqian put away the folding fan in his hand, smiled at the little monk and asked, this little monk is younger than Ling Zhe, and he belongs to the same Buddhist sect as Ling Zhe, the moment Ling Ziqian saw him, a sense of closeness rose in his heart!

"Amitabha, the little monk has dusted, and I have seen Lord Ling!"

After folding his hands and saying the Buddha's name, he introduced himself to Ling Ziqian, saying that he was introducing himself, but in fact it was just a name!

"Okay, little master Chen, then you can take me to have a look!"

In fact, Ling Ziqian knew in his heart that even if he rushed over now, he should not be able to see Zhang Luo, after all, when the little monk turned to leave, Zhang Luo buried the mysterious weapon treasure knife in the soil, and then turned around and left the barren forest!

Seeing that Ling Ziqian agreed, the little monk happily took Ling Ziqian and rushed towards the way he came, still faintly excited in his heart, thinking that after Ling Ziqian subdued the wicked man, he would kick a few hard kicks to avenge the wicked man who had scared him just now!

"Amitabha, Amitabha, sins and sins, please forgive the Buddha for the hatred committed by his disciples!"

After having such and such thoughts, the little monk was shocked to realize that something was wrong, on weekdays, the master always said that the family should quit greed, hatred, and ignorance to purify the heart, and today he only went down the mountain gate not long ago, how did he commit hatred!

Ling Ziqian couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart when he saw the little monk in a hurry, bowing his head and repenting over and over again, and at the same time guessed that this little monk should have sneaked out of the school!

Like a genius monk like a little monk with outstanding talents, but also simple-minded and without the protection of Buddhism, ordinary sects can't teach it!

If it was fine in the past, but now after all, the battle for hegemony in the sky has begun, and the war of forces on all sides is imminent, and the general sect has a disciple like the little monk in the dust, and it must be well protected, no matter how bad it is, he must teach the talisman magic power well, and then go down the mountain to experience it after he has cultivated various Buddhist powers, instead of just letting the little monk who has no means to resist the enemy go out like this!

It seems that I will ask the little monk later, Ling Ziqian still has a good impression of the little monk Chen, right, under asking himself, he can't let the little monk who has a body of cultivation wandering around like this!

After all, it's hard to say when a big war will break out, and if the little monk walks around alone, it is inevitable that he won't be involved in some unnecessary fight!

"Here, just ahead, that wicked man has an extremely powerful sword, Master Ling, you have to be careful!"

The two of them soon arrived at the place where the little monk had just met the thin robber Zhang Luo, but they thought of the cold and shining sword they had just seen, and the little monk who had never seen a weapon like a sword in the sect still felt that the sword might be extremely powerful!

"Good~"

Ling Ziqian was helpless, turned around the trees in front of him, and there was no surprise that there was no one there, only a piece of ground with traces of fresh soil digging, that was the place where Zhang Luo buried the mysterious treasure knife, and it was also his farewell to the muddy robber life before!

"Eh, where are the people?

The little monk carefully poked his head out from behind the big tree where he was hiding, and found that Zhang Luo was no longer here!

"What to do, if he is allowed to escape, won't he have to harm others again!"

Seeing that Zhang Luo had already disappeared, the little monk ran out from behind the big tree and looked around, but he naturally didn't know how to find out which direction Zhang Luo went with the clues on the ground!

"Don't look for it, he's already gone, you see!"

Ling Ziqian shook his head helplessly, and with a slight force of his right foot, the place where Zhang Luo buried the treasure knife was exploded by a stream of true yuan, and a treasure knife shining in the sun burst out of the soil, and after a few circles in the air, it was deeply inserted into the stone in front of the little monk!

"What is this?"

Seeing a treasure knife falling from the sky, the little monk subconsciously shrank his head, and after coming back to his senses, he recognized that this was the treasure knife held by the robber before!

"Amitabha, this is the sword held by the wicked man before, how can this sword be in the ground?"

The little monk clasped his hands together and stepped forward to look at the treasure knife stuck in the ground, while saying to Ling Ziqian.

"It seems that the wicked man was saved by the little master's Dharma and decided to reform himself and stop being a bad person, so he buried this hurtful weapon here!"

Ling Ziqian looked at the treasure knife, the level of this knife is not high, but its appearance is excellent, the monk who cast him at the beginning seems to only consider whether its appearance is bluffing or not, resulting in the real level of this knife is only at the middle and lower level among the mysterious weapons!

But even so, in the eyes of ordinary people, this knife is also a rare magic weapon, if an ordinary mortal weapon and it are hard to fight, I am afraid that it will not take a few rounds to be split in two by it!

"Is that so?"

The little monk tilted his head with a cute face, and still had some doubts in his heart, the magic he practiced was powerful, but he himself didn't know, he had been with the master on weekdays, and the magic didn't have much effect on his master, which made the little monk feel even more that the exercises he practiced were so mediocre and not powerful!

"Isn't that proof, so don't worry!"

Ling Ziqian smiled lightly at the little monk Chen, and suddenly felt like taking care of Ling Zhe before, but relatively speaking, the little monk was even more worrying, after all, when Ling Zhe was his age, he was already a lawless lord!

"Now that this knife has completed its mission, let it rest well!"

After Ling Ziqian finished speaking, he flicked his fingers on the hilt of the knife, and the mysterious weapon treasure knife that was deeply inserted into the rock moved in response, deftly detached from the rock, and flew away not far away as if it were whirling in the air!

And the moment the treasure knife touched the ground, Ling Ziqian's true yuan hidden on the treasure knife exploded with a flick of his fingers, and the soil immediately discharged outward like a stream of water, and after the treasure knife fell into it, the writing soil continued to pour back, burying it deep in the earth!

"Amitabha, Lord Ling is a good means!"

When the little monk saw Ling Ziqian's hand, he immediately felt a sense of worship, this was a novel method that he had never seen in his master!

"Okay, don't be in a hurry to sigh, now let's talk about your affairs, did you slip out of the division?"

"How do you know?"

The little monk was a monk, and the master warned him that he couldn't lie, but at this moment, when he saw Ling Ziqian asking, listening to his affirmative tone, he simply admitted it!