The man in gray clothes, his eyes were suddenly stunned, a pair of eyes stared directly at the short sword on his chest, and he had a surprised expression, and he didn't believe it was true until he died. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At the same time, Yi'er was also stunned, seeing that her fingers holding the knife were red, her eyes suddenly came, and she realized that she had killed someone.

Yi'er opened a pair of beautiful eyes, and the outstretched jade arm shook with it, and the bloodstained hand kept shaking in front of the dagger on his chest, looking at it in amazement.

The man in gray clothes shook in place for a while, and then fell to the ground instantly, and after he fell to the ground, his eyes were still looking straight up.

At this moment, the man on the brown horse glared angrily, his palms clenched, and a pale yellow Xuan Qi loomed, this Xuan Qi was much more obvious than the dark black Xuan Qi that Yi'er appeared, it is conceivable that his martial arts must be above Yi'er.

"The person who dares to kill me Feilongmen, I think you are looking for death!" The man on the brown horse roared angrily, and then rose from the back of the brown horse, his face was hideous, and he was full of anger and pushed at Yi'er's fists.

The man on this brown horse is one of the seventy-two hall masters under the seat of the Flying Dragon Gate, a pair of wonderful hands make it ever-changing, and the ghost makes the gods poor, whether it is gambling skills or martial arts in hand, they are all first-class good hands. In the Flying Dragon Gate, it is known as the Thousand Changing Ghost Hand - Di Qiyun.

And because Yi'er was killing for the first time, she was still in the fear of killing just now, and she didn't stop Di Qiyun's attack in the air.

Zhuo Yifan, who was watching in the distance, was also stunned, his face instantly turned pale, and he stared at the godless Yi'er and hurriedly shouted, "Be careful!"

After the voice, Yi'er didn't make any moves, seeing that Di Qiyun was about to rush over, even if she reacted quickly, it was too late at this time.

Zhuo Yifan's heart was shocked, and he turned his head elsewhere again, he really couldn't bear to see the next scene.

......A string of Zen beads was wrapped in yellow Xuanqi, bringing a whistling sound that broke through the air.

Di Qiyun's eyes couldn't help but stare at him, and his attacking posture suddenly stopped, and he hurriedly stopped rushing Yi'er's hand and changed his direction to block the rushing Zen beads.

Seeing that the Xuan Qi on the Zen bead was yellow, Di Qiyun didn't dare to be careless, waved his palms together, and the pale yellow Xuan Qi suddenly became stronger, gritted his teeth at the Zen bead, and slapped it violently.

"Smack!"

As soon as the Xuanzhang and the Zen beads were connected, a yellow light suddenly burst out from the gap between the two, accompanied by a crisp sound, resounding all around.

Di Qiyun's body leaned back half an inch, and he swayed twice in the retreat to keep his body gentle, he shook his numb palm slightly, and was secretly shocked by the domineering of this Zen bead Xuanqi, and the name of his dignified ghost hand, his palm was shocked and red.

At the same time, the string of Zen beads rebounded, and a white figure flew in from a distance, and easily caught it between the rebound of the Zen beads.

Di Qiyun stared at the figure and wanted to see who it was. The white shadow fell vertically, and the man held a Zen bead in one hand and placed it on his chest with the other.

Di Qiyun looked at it fixedly, only to find that a white-robed monk suddenly appeared in front of him. Specifically, it is an old monk with gray eyebrows, wrinkled wrinkles on his face, and a pair of eyes closed, as if he was asleep standing up.

But he didn't fall asleep, because except for his eyes closed, his hand holding the beads was still playing with the beads, and his lips were trembling slightly, as if he was reciting a small and unknown scripture.

Suddenly seeing a monk of unknown origin, interrupting his business, neither speaking nor opening his eyes, Di Qiyun's face was suspicious, staring at him with a pair of tiger eyes, staring at him tightly.

The monk still stood quietly, his face was still very leisurely, like a pool of undisturbed water, allowing people from the outside world to watch, but his eyes were empty, and his heart was empty.

Di Qiyun's eyes glared fiercely, as if the next moment, his eyeballs were about to roll out of his eye sockets, he seemed to have forgotten that he could speak, and looked at it solemnly, with a blue face, so that the subordinates beside him did not dare to come out.

"Who are you, why are you blocking me from doing things?" Di Qiyun couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, and shouted at the monk in the armor.

His voice was very loud, I don't know if it was anger, or because of the monk's hand just now, his palms shook painfully, and his voice seemed a little trembling.

When the monk Huajia heard this, the scriptures in his mouth paused, but he still didn't open his eyes, and then said kindly: "I'm just a monk, a monk who stops the donor from killing." ”

His words were very capable, and he was also very gentle, just like his people, dressed in a white robe and shaped, pure and capable color, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a gentle and open-minded mind.

Di Qiyun rubbed his hands behind his back secretly, staring at the monk with a golden armor, his eyebrows were full of questions.

"Monk, I'm not blind, I can see that you are a monk, and you are an old monk. There was resentment in his tone.

After the monk heard this, he was deaf and angry, he still circled the Zen beads, closed his eyes leisurely and said: "Since the donor can see it, why do you want to ask knowingly?"

"You?" Di Qiyun's face suddenly darkened, but he hadn't understood the origin of this sixtieth monk, and he was just angry in his heart, but he didn't dare to make another rash move. He calmed down and said with a stretched face: "What I want to ask is, I don't know which monastery the master is a senior monk?"

The monk shook his head and said with a smile: "The monk doesn't dare to be, the poor monk is just a wild monk wandering outside, and he doesn't dare to call himself a monk." ”

When Di Qiyun heard this, he heard that the monk did not have a far-reaching background, and the vigilance in his heart was a little less, and he simply took it out with the hand behind his back just now, and said coldly: "Since the master is a wanderer, I don't want to embarrass you, forget what happened just now, and ask the master to leave." ”

Di Qiyun knew that the monk had some ability, and he didn't want to fight with him, so he wanted to drive the monk away from this place, so as not to destroy his good deeds again.

The monk shook his head again and said with a smile: "It's okay for the donor to let the poor monk leave, but these donors must leave with the old man." ”

"...... you" Di Qiyun's face was stunned again, he didn't expect this old monk to say this, he was trying to let him leave, but he just did it against himself, and now his eyes showed a touch of ruthlessness, and even the corners of his mouth twitched a little, and he only confided one word.

"How? The old monk opened his eyes and looked at him.

His eyes are bright and clear, as if they have been washed by the thousand-year-old snow of the Tianshan Mountains, and he can see all the souls in the world.

"Old monk, if you don't go to heaven and hell if you don't break in, then don't blame me. Di Qiyun's eyes suddenly widened, and he roared angrily at the Huajia monk, obviously he had been provoked.

The monk put his palms together, held them in front of his chest, and bowed his head and said: "Amitabha, don't be angry, everything can be turned back and kill in vain." ”

When Di Qiyun heard this, his eyebrows suddenly wrinkled, he looked very impatient, his voice suddenly became hysterical, and he shouted to the monk Huajia: "Old monk, don't be demagogic here, watch me slash you with one palm!"