"The kid surnamed Chen?"

The little monk, the little saint and the leader of the Dan League looked out in surprise at the same time, they hadn't found the people who came here until they arrived, obviously they should be people with quite high cultivation. And such a character should not appear in this Blackstone Town at all.

With the rough voice came in was a rather rough-looking uncle, and behind him was a purple-skinned uncle. Both of them were unusually clean, and it seemed that they didn't have to spend much effort on the way to Blackstone Town. However, there is an extremely strong murderous aura emanating from the bodies of the two of them, obviously two guys who are used to seeing life and death.

The strength of the two of them is also at the peak of the Qi refining period, but their attitude is extremely arrogant, and it seems that they don't pay attention to the current few people in Blackstone Town.

"Is it at the peak of the Qi Refining Period?" Chen Yuxiang's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes were slightly cold: "I am the only disciple surnamed Chen sent by Wudang in the Qi Refining Period, but I don't know these two either. It may be a little monk from Shaolin, right? However, there may be exceptions to everything, in case it is really bad luck to come to me, facing these two small miscellaneous fish in the early stage of the Jindan period, I can only run away now!"

Old Monster Chen's gaze was so vicious, he had already seen that these two were masters in the early stage of the Jindan period, and they were both ruthless characters who didn't take human life seriously, and they were obviously characters who had been messing around in the Luoyang Desert for a long time. And the way the two of them concealed their skills was not a secret technique, but two extremely strange black rune papers pasted on their chests.

"Hello two donors. The poor monk Shaolin sent Fazheng, I don't know what to call the two?" Among the other three, the first to react was the blood monk Fazheng.

"You don't need to know what we're saying. Is there only a few of you here? Is that kid surnamed Chen from the Wudang Sect here?" said the purple-skinned uncle.

"Wudang faction? It turned out that he really came to find the old man! Could it be that the murder in Luoyang City was discovered, or did Ma Xunhuan have such the ability to find two masters to enter the immortal ruins to kill himself?" Listening to the tone of the two, it was obvious that they were not looking for themselves to drink tea and chat, Chen Yuxiang was slightly shocked in his heart, and instantly sorted out the people he had offended after coming to the Kyushu Continent in his mind, and he couldn't be sure who sent these two people to find him.

"It's just the four of us here for the time being. The little girl is from the Wudang Sect, I don't know what happened to the three little junior brothers who came to me?" Xie Luying heard that the two of them were not in a good tone, and immediately took a step forward, and said in a slightly cold voice.

Chen Yuxiang's heart warmed, although this woman knocked on her 400 points, she actually had a sense of protection for herself at this time, which made him feel quite surprised.

However, he forgot that in Xie Luying's opinion, Brother Shen had the real combat power to kill fourth-level demon beasts, and the other two were also absolute geniuses, and these two were just monks at the peak of the Qi refining period, and they had no qualifications for arrogance here.

"Don't do your business!" The rough man looked at Chen Yuxiang carefully, waved his hand and said, "We are waiting here for the kid surnamed Chen, you can do whatever you want." But there's one thing, no one is allowed to leave this town without the permission of the two of us!"

"Damn!" Blood Monk Fa Zheng was furious when he heard this, and immediately burst into a foul mouth: "Your brains are burning and confused, aren't you! This is the territory of the three major sects, and the others are not qualified to give orders here! What is he?! Do you two go out by yourself, or let me drive you out?"

"Tsk! What kind of monk is this, and I still rely on it! I have entered the Shaolin faction, and I have no chance to rely on it in this life! Drive the two of us out, do you have that ability?" The rough man laughed when he heard this, obviously choosing to ignore Fa Zheng's words directly.

"You!" Fa Zhengji had been ridiculed like this, and the fire of ignorance was burning, and he immediately slammed his Zen staff to the ground: "Two of you, please advise!"

The two foreign monks glanced at each other, and the rough man said lazily: "Second brother, you go and play with the little master a few times, be careful, don't hurt him, they are from the three major sects!"

"The three major sects, ah, Lao Tzu is so scared!" The purple-faced uncle stepped forward and said lazily: "Come on, little monk!"

These two monks took over the secret mission of the Luoyang City Lord's Mansion and came to kill Chen Yuxiang. The rough man's name is Ma Chao, and the purple-faced uncle is named Dong Le, and the two have been taking tasks together for one or two hundred years, and their friendship is also quite good.

The two of them have been on a mission together for such a long time, and they have developed a fierce and fierce strength in the battle with the Rakshasa monks. However, it was also the first time that he had done a mission against the three major sects.

The feelings of the monks outside the three major sects for the three major sects were already complicated and difficult to understand, and now that he had the opportunity to ravage the low-level monks of the three major sects, Dong Le also felt very happy, and with a move, a flying sword appeared in his hand.

"My Buddha is merciful!" The blood monk Fa was saying that he would fight, and with a loud shout, the faint blood light on his body flashed, and the Zen staff in his hand turned into a shadow of a staff in the sky, which instantly covered all the vital points around Dong Le's body.

"Are you, do you have such mercy?" Dong Le scolded angrily, but he was not slow at all, the flying sword in his hand rose sharply, and it was frequently pointed out like a torrential rain, only to hear a crisp sound of clanging, and each sword was just right to pierce the top of the Zen staff, although it could not be completely swinged, but it was just enough to make the Zen staff draw out to both sides, and the power of this hand control was exquisite and abnormal.

All this was expected by Chen Yuxiang. After all, the power can be suppressed, but the divine sense cannot be suppressed, and this Jindan stage monk can naturally easily see Fazheng's move. Coupled with hundreds of years of hard work, it is natural to be at ease at this time.

"Very good!" Seeing that the other party took over his first wave of attack very easily, Fa Zheng was not angry but happy, and the battle intent in his eyes was even more intense: "Next, I'll let you see my true strength!" After speaking, he shook his spirit, a battle was faster than a staff, a battle was as ruthless as a staff, and the heavy staff smashed towards Dong Le's head and face with extremely strong mana fluctuations. The shadow of the staff passed, and it seemed that even the air had been cut into faint marks.

"Shaolin Kung Fu, but that's it!" Dong Le sneered: "If you can only use brute force, then you better admit defeat earlier! Maybe I can spare your life!"

Fa Zheng's wave of attacks, although the momentum was terrifying, was completely ineffective, and this kind of onslaught was the most spiritually draining. In Dong Le's opinion, there is no need to take the initiative to attack, just resist casually for a while, and this little monk will not be able to hold on.

"The so-called genius, that's all! Today, I'm going to let the juniors of these three major sects see what the real strength is!" Dong Le thought proudly.

Listening to Dong Le's words, Fa Zheng shouted vigorously, the blood light on his body became a little thicker, the offensive was more violent, and the aura of heaven and earth in the field also became violent, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

"Fight, fight, I'll see how long you can attack like this!" Dong Le spread his feet apart, stood in place and did not retreat at all, and the flying sword in his hand swung with a cold light, catching all Fa Zheng's attacks. If Fa Zheng's offensive is like a stormy wave, then Dong Le is like an island in the waves, no matter how big the waves are, you don't want to shake the island in the slightest.

From the time Dong Le and the others entered Blackstone Town until now, Lan Ping'er, the little saint of the Danyang Sect, has not spoken, and at this time, looking at the two people fighting fiercely in the field, there is a trace of strangeness in her beautiful eyes.

"Fa Zheng, this kid, is also treacherous!" Chen Yuxiang looked at the two people fighting fiercely in the field, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The rich blood light had already unconsciously permeated Dong Le's side, tightly wrapping the figures of the two of them. What is extremely strange is that Dong Le's eyes gradually appeared a trace of red.

"Is this the legendary Blood Buddha Gong?" Lan Ping'er's eyes also showed a hint of a smile: "There is no suspense in this battle......

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