Qianyue walked out of the crowd, her eyes like electricity.

Practice the fourth layer of qi, and dare to call yourself a Buddhist teacher?

What a big face!

She thought about it, killing people is such a thing, it is better to choose a day than to hit the day.

Let's take a look at what kind of treasure that piece of jade is.

Sneaking out of the crowd and turning into the apse, where no one was looking, she shook off the rain.

The purple magic robe was added, and the light body technique instantly caught up with the white figure in front of him.

"Keng~" The sound of breaking the air sounded, and the Youyang knife passed through the rain curtain and pointed directly at the back of the Buddha.

Zhiyuan's expression froze, and the Buddha bead in his hand was detached and turned into a circle of defensive shields, just to block the sudden attack.

He turned around and looked at the purple-clothed female cultivator with a heavy gaze, seeing that she was no more than eleven or twelve years old, her smile was light, and her cultivation was actually at the third level of Qi cultivation.

"Who dare to ask who is the friend of the question, why did he act for no reason?" In the end, it was an old man in his eighties, who did not immediately get angry even if he was attacked, but calmed down and asked.

Qian Yue smiled heartlessly, "I heard that the Buddhist master has a new treasure, and he is poor in the next family and has never seen anything good, so I want to borrow it to take a look." ”

Zhiyuan naturally didn't believe it, this woman was wearing magic clothes, and she was using a medium-grade magic weapon, which was obviously not an ordinary casual cultivation.

After a little silence, he replied loudly, "Daoist friends are afraid that they have been fooled, my Erjing Temple is just a small temple in the world, and it is for incense in the world, how can there be treasures that you can see." ”

"Yes. Qianyue looked puzzled, and then said, "Since it is not a treasure, it is better for Daoist friends to take out the jade stone and let me take a look, so as not to hurt the harmony." ”

Having said this, Zhiyuan's face suddenly became gloomy, and he snorted coldly, "I don't know where I got the confidence to practice qi in the third layer!"

"Tearing his face so quickly, the Buddhist master is so poorly cultivated. Qianyue sighed and shook her head.

The Buddha beads spread out and turned into a shield hovering above Zhiyuan.

I saw a lotus magic weapon bloom in his palm, and a golden aura appeared, and the sharp killing intent instantly spread to a radius of three miles.

Zhu Jin's hand flashed red, and the defensive light shield fell steadily on Qianyue's body, lining his immature face inexplicably majestic.

The Shadow Sun Knife slashed head-on, breaking through the wisps of golden light, and there was no sense of blockage under the layers of spiritual pressure.

Zhiyuan's eyes tightened, and he said secretly: This woman is a good means!

The heart sank, and it accelerated the spiritual power, and the magic trick change entered the magic weapon in front of him.

In the aperture of the rain curtain, the lotus flower rotated rapidly, and the golden aura gathered as if it were substantive, slowly blooming and pulling three flowers.

Zhiyuan snorted in a low voice, as if the sound of Sanskrit came into his ears, "Three Lotus Death Mantra." ”

When the golden light emerged, Qian Yue saw that his gaze gradually changed, revealing a compassionate color, and his heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.

She snorted, then came to her senses, and said angrily, "Old bald donkey, you know how to pretend to be a ghost!"

In the next moment, her wrist flipped over, her footwork was extremely fast, and her body shuttled through the golden killing intent like electricity.

The red light collided with the golden light, attracting countless people to watch in the front hall.

"Boom!" The surrounding trees were broken and the ground was in shambles, causing the monks and pilgrims to flee one after another.

In the fighting, neither of them cares.

A person's divine consciousness swept across, and the wind was growing step by step, and the horizontal heat flow of the Youyang Knife set off patches of water vapor.

The other person's spiritual power gushed out, chanting in his mouth, and the sound continued.

The three golden lotuses flew high, gently submerged into the rain, and the golden silk threads kept spinning and spit out from the heart of the flower, turning into countless stamens and wrapping around Qianyue's side.

Qian Yue bit the tip of her tongue, her eyes were strong and clear, and her spiritual power seemed to be in response to instinct, slashing towards the golden light in the sky without any waste.

The chanting Zhiyuan was shocked, this woman could hold on under the Buddha lotus for so long, was it really just the third layer of Qi training?

During the consumption of spiritual power, the light figure gradually revealed a heavy color, and it seemed to be down. Consciousness tended to be chaotic, and a warm current suddenly gushed out from under the skin and flesh, flowing into the limbs and hundreds of remains.

With its help, the Youyang Knife is even more powerful. Where the sword wind passed, it was like a real fire burning, and the gold wire melted.

The feeling of heaviness and fatigue around her body was swept away, and Qian Yue sneered, "Didn't the Buddhist master think that real gold was not afraid of fire refining, so let his subordinates be merciful." This girl made a move, but she didn't know how to show mercy!"

When the words fell, the Youyang knife trembled, and the fierce knife wind swept through the mountains and forests, blowing a flame in the rain.

The golden thread seemed to encounter a fierce beast, and it was devoured in the blink of an eye.

The power of the physical body was boiling hot, but Qianyue felt extremely comfortable.

Zhiyuan took a few steps back, his eyes full of disbelief.

He gritted his teeth, and his spiritual power poured out again, but it was not submerged in the golden lotus.

The hovering Buddha bead bracelet turned into the size of a boulder at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then an extraterrestrial meteorite quickly smashed towards Qian Yue.

Although this move is rude, the power of the full force of the fourth layer of Qi training can smash Zhuma Peak out of the mountain col.

Qian Yue Fei retreated, instantly mobilizing the power of her body, holding the Youyang Knife tightly with both hands, her eyes full of a counterattack that she was determined to win.

The stone fell and the knife split, and the entire bamboo horse peak shook violently, and the pilgrim monks who fled to the halfway point of the mountain fell out one after another.

The dust dissipated, and deep in the back mountain, Qianyue gasped and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Not far from her, lay a dead body dressed in white and gilded.

"Ahem, I really didn't expect this monk with a few longevity to have such strength, but it was even more difficult to deal with than the Pei family's fifth-level Qi training. ”

After swallowing Yangyuan Dan and calming down the surging breath, she got up and walked to Zhiyuan's side.

The Divine Sense took the Qiankun bag through the air and confirmed that there were no valuable objects hidden on his body, and the fireball bounced down.

Qian Yue put away the Qiankun bag, thinking of the shaking of the Bamboo Horse Peak, those mortals must have been frightened.

I don't know if any of them were stoned to death by falling rocks......

Oops! I don't want to be struck by lightning!

Qianyue's face was full of irritability, and she turned around and ran quickly down the mountain.

The divine sense swept roughly, and the tragic situation halfway up the mountain came into view.

The crowd descending the mountain on foot was nothing, at most they suffered some skin injuries.

A carriage running down the mountain road was stuck at the corner, half of its body hanging in the air, and below it was a steep gravel slope.

The coachman sat in front, pale and flustered, and the sound of a woman crying could be heard from the car.

Qianyue lightly stepped under her feet, landed at the corner of the mountain road in a few steps, grabbed the wheel of the carriage with her bare hands, and lifted it to the center of the road with force.

There was an exclamation all around, and the sound of squirming and discussion came into my ears.

"It's the little girl. ”

"She's a god!"

"I don't know what happened to the Buddhist master. ”

Qian Yue smiled slightly, jumped up to the height and raised his voice, "Zhiyuan of Erjing Temple, as a monk, greedy for money and profit, framed mortals, and has been killed by me. In the future, Erjing Temple is just a small temple in the world, and it is not allowed to bully people and take the opportunity to collect money. A monk should have the qualities of a monk. That's all I have to say, farewell!"

As the words fell, she jumped away and quickly disappeared from everyone's view.

After that day, various versions of the story circulated in Yunzhou Mansion.

The little immortal master fights the evil monks!

It's not exciting, it's not outrageous.

In the palace, Qianyue summoned Wang Sidan.

"The monk is dead, and I should go. ”

Wang Sidan felt that these days were like a dream.

The Buddhist master, who could never be brought down like that, died like this.