The black-shirted monk's name is Zhou Tianci, from the Zhou family, a martial arts family in Zhongshan, and the cultivation is the ancestral Mixed Yuan Thunderbolt Palm of the Zhou family, which is said to have been used by the ancestor of the Zhou family to slash to death a thousand-year-old dragon that turned into two claws to endanger the world.

Zhou Tianci's Mixed Yuan Thunderbolt Palm has been cultivated to the third level, wind, rain, thunder and lightning realm, his body is extremely fast, like an arrow off the string, and the palm blade is even wrapped in the gangfeng, with bursts of thunder when it is split.

The killing monk's body did not move, and it seemed that he grabbed it casually, but he actually grabbed Zhou Zhuoran's wrist, only to hear a "click", Zhou Zhuoran's hand bone was torn, and then he was slapped away by the killing monk with a punch and hit the pillar hard.

Seeing this, all the monks present stood up, each carrying the exercises, and glared angrily at the killing.

The killer sneered, turning a blind eye to it.

Only Zhang Ziqi, Bai Yuhe and Wang Wenyao sat firmly in the seat, Zhang Ziqi held a handful of melon seeds and prepared to watch the play, Bai Yuhe looked complicated and didn't know what to think.

In the end, Wang Wenyao, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, broke the deadlock, he tapped the table with a wine glass, "Today is a banquet instead of a ring, I hope you can give Wen Yao a face, don't do it here." ”

Wang Wenyao patted his hand twice, and a rather inconspicuous servant walked out of the servants, and after leaning over to check Zhou Tianci's injury, he nodded at Wang Wenyao, and then picked the person up with one hand.

Although there is not a trace of aura fluctuation on this person's body, Zhang Ziqi judged from the degree of use of his body from carrying people to leaving that this person has at least the cultivation of the late stage of spiritual opening, because he used magic tools to hide his cultivation.

The biggest difference between the late stage of Lingkai and the realm of the Dharma Knot is the use of spells, and the physical strength is actually not much different.

The monks present were a little more wary of the servants on the side, and they also knew a little more about Wang Wenyao's city government, and everyone sat down, since they couldn't do it here, they had the opportunity to clean up the thief monk when they went out.

"Brother Tianci's injury Wang family will be responsible for healing, the one who comes is the guest, the master has such a cultivation, it is indeed my negligence not to invite the master, Wen Yao is here to punish himself for three cups, and I hope the master will forgive me." ”

After speaking, Wang Wenyao poured himself three glasses of wine, all of which he drank in one go, he gently wiped the corners of his mouth and looked at the killing monk.

"Wang Da Shao is polite," the killing monk suddenly smiled on his face, bowed his hand to the guests present, and sat in the position of the original black-shirted monk, "The little monk is uninvited, please bear with me, please bear with me." ”

This thief monk knocked down Zhou Zhuoran, who was cultivating in the middle of the Dharma knot, with one punch, which made the young monks present who didn't know his depth deeply jealous, and no one chose to take the initiative to provoke him, and let him eat the sea alone.

"The master's appearance is a little ugly. The young monk who sat under the killing seat had some friendship with Zhou Zhuoran, and he couldn't stand what he was doing, so he took a sip of wine and said coldly.

The killing monk raised his head and glanced at him, "Fu Xiu?Maha Chi disciple?"

The young monk shook his head, raised his head haughtily and was about to report to his home, when the killing monk suddenly attacked and smashed his fist at the young monk.

The speed of the fist was not fast, giving the young monk time to react, he launched a dozen spells in an instant, forming a complicated magic circle in front of him, but he could not stop the killing for half a minute, he was broken by a punch, and flew out and fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"The stinky fish and rotten shrimp of the small sect also dare to make noise in front of the Buddha. The killing monk immediately changed his smiling face as if he had learned the face-changing trick of Long Yuanguo, "You guys eat and drink well, don't be affected by them." ”

He stuffed a piece of fat meat into his mouth, and the soup splashed all over his mouth, "The little monk is walking in Langhuan Temple, and the law name is killing, I don't know where you come from, but there is my fellow countryman in the Western Regions?"

The Fu Xiu who was beaten by it came from the Spirit Rune Sect of Zhongshan Kingdom, and it was also a big sect, but compared with the authentic sects in the world such as Langhuan Temple and Shenjian Sect, it was indeed not worth mentioning, but it was not called a stinky fish and rotten shrimp.

Most of the monks here are from the first-class sects or wealthy families in Zhongshan, and they have been called the pride of heaven for so many years.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, the killing monk shrugged his shoulders helplessly, but the next sentence was earth-shattering, which shocked everyone present, "The cultivation world has been peaceful for a long time, do you still remember my Buddha?"

"The sacrifice of the Buddha Sect in the battle of destroying demons is so great, how can our monks forget?" It was Bai Yuhe who played the round, he didn't understand, he had obviously negotiated with Killing, why was Killing so impatient, this high-profile appearance did him all kinds of harm but no benefit.

"My disciples of the Buddhist Sect used their blood to help the cultivation world eradicate the Demon Sect, and they were driven away by various countries with their backhands, and even Xishu, which was once the most prosperous Buddhism, could no longer find a monk or a temple, so I haven't forgotten it. Killing sneered, looking around at the monks present.

"The master mourns, Xishu is dead, this is Zhongshan. Zhang Ziqi peeled off a large handful of melon seeds, swallowed them in one bite, and said mean words directly, "The withering of Buddhism has become a fact, and the master still wants to be realistic, don't remember the past." ”

The young monks present looked at each other, it seemed that the Zhongshan Buddhism had withered and your Divine Sword Sect was the first to merit, right? You still have the face to be a good person here and comfort others.

Killing Sheng nodded, spilled a pot of black chicken soup, and hugged the basin in his arms, his face full of sadness, "The little monk has been away from the temple for several years, although he has been sleeping in the open and hungry, my heart is still as indestructible as steel, and the only thing I am worried about is my old master, who has always been in poor health, and I don't know if he is dead." Counting the days are almost over, if you rush back now to see him for the last time, but the little monk has scattered all the gold and silver all the way to the hungry beggars on the side of the road, and I hope you can sponsor one or two, so that the little monk can go back to the master to do a few days of filial piety. ”

Kill stood up and came to each monk with a basin, and everyone took out the gold and silver spirit stones on their bodies and threw them into the basin.

The killing monk turned around, except for Zhang Ziqi who gave him a handful of melon seeds, everyone else gave them everything, and the porcelain pots were full.

The killing monk bowed deeply to everyone, "Amitabha, you are all good people, without further ado, the little monk will return to the temple, and the Buddha will bless you." ”

Killing said that he hugged the basin and turned around and left, and after walking a few meters, someone finally reacted, for the monk, the ancient year is nothing, not to mention that the person who said these words of filial piety is not an ordinary person, but a monk, or a monk of Langhuan Temple, who is known as the head of the three evils in the monk world!

"Wait!"

I don't know who shouted, and the killing creature rushed out like oil under his feet, leaving only a group of dumbfounded young monks.

"Have we been tricked?" said a thin monk suddenly, and then coughed violently, "My bag of medium-grade spirit stones!"

"My family heirloom!"

"Damn! Yingchun Lou Oiran's belly pocket! Why did I give this to him?"

The monks present all had the faces of a dead mother like mourning, and Zhang Ziqi couldn't help but worry about the future of the monk world in the Zhongshan Kingdom.