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Qianxing turned his head to look at it a few times, and jumped out of the temple wall, "These guys are really good people." Qianxing couldn't help but smile slightly, it was his grandfather's too timely to come and retreat, "If you have the opportunity, I will kill a few of you to repay your kindness!" Qianxing snorted lightly, it was the people of the Purple Blood Sect who injured Qianyue and them.

"Huh?" Jingchen realized this, and turned his head slightly to look, the direction was the direction of Qianxing's departure, but there was nothing.

"Oh no, Scripture Pavilion! Jingchen hurriedly turned back.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" Jingshi asked, and hurriedly followed.

"Senior brother, what's the matter?" another old monk also walked up.

"Someone may have stolen the scriptures. Jingchen turned around and said.

"Amitabha, I am here to guard, you go quickly. The old monk said.

"Yes, brother. "Pure dust answers.

"Jingyu, Jingshui, you two go in that direction to chase the young man who sneaked in before. Jingchen said as he walked, and he quickly returned to the Scripture Pavilion.

When he returned, he saw the four disciples fall to the ground again, Jingchen hurriedly stepped forward to investigate, the four of them were fine, but the Yijin Sutra was lost.

"Senior brother, I'm going to chase people!" said the strong man Jingshi, like an angry King Kong, "It's really bold, everyone thinks I'm a bully in Shaolin!"

"Senior brother, you are not good at light skills, you help me guard the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and I will catch up! Jingchen solemnly explained, and personally chased in the direction where Qianxing left.

Thousand Stars ran to a depression, but there was no one around.

"What about Brother Tian and Qianyue, they should have withdrawn first, yes, they didn't know that the Shaolin monk was not there, and it was the best choice to evacuate. "Thousand stars come to your senses, leave quickly.

"Stop!" Jingyu shouted, leaping over.

"Huh?" Qianxing frowned slightly, and was unexpectedly discovered.

Qianxing turned around, and the two of them staggered their fists and feet, attacking several moves in an instant, and then separated.

"Hand over the scriptures!" Jingyu shouted angrily.

"Hehe, I didn't take it, how can I hand it over?" Qianxing smiled lightly, dodged and flew back.

Pure jade and pure water are catching up quickly.

In the dark, the vegetation is full of trees, and the three of them are superb, and their figures are looming.

Qianxing suddenly kicked away a tree trunk and smashed it towards Jingyu, turned around and quickly fought with Pure Water, but Pure Water was slightly worse, Qianxing instantly gained the upper hand, forced back Pure Water, jumped out of the momentum, and flashed back.

The distance between the two sides is slightly widened.

Chasing and fleeing, Jingyu and Jingshui quickly approached and stopped, and they lost their goal.

The two carefully probed one side, and Qianxing quietly sneaked towards the other.

"Huh?" Jingyu was the first to react and leaped away.

Syllable!

A branch flew out, slapped Jingyu away, Jingyu turned in the air, and then was kicked out by Qianxing in the dark, Jingshui was startled, raised his hand to catch Jingyu, the two of them landed to stabilize their figures, and then looked forward, where are there still people?

"Chase!" Jingyu and the two looked ugly and continued to chase.

......

Baiping Village is a small village in the mountains, on the path outside the village.

Qianxing's face was a little pale, he ran all night, looked for a few possible places, and there was no shadow of the three of them in Qiantian, Qianxing couldn't help but be a little worried, could something have happened?

After entering the village and going around, Qianxing ate some things and got ordinary clothes, and soon an ordinary peasant youth walked out of the village.

On the path, Qianxing walked easily.

"Huh?" Qianxing's heart moved.

I saw an old monk walking on the opposite side, it turned out to be an old monk of Jingchen, but Qianxing was very confident in his current outfit, and continued to walk forward without a red face and a heartbeat.

"Amitabha, donor, please return the Yijin Sutra. Jingchen stopped in front of Qianxing and recited a Buddha name.

"Amitabha, Master, you have recognized the wrong person. Qianxing smiled honestly, without any flaws.

"The donor's disguise is very powerful, but the old man has lived here for decades, and the nearby villagers are all familiar with him, so the donor doesn't have to hide it. Jingchen said unhurriedly.

"Haha, the master has good eyesight!" Qianxing laughed, and before he finished speaking, he raised his leg and kicked out a cloud of dust, followed by attacking Jingchen.

The pure dust did not move like a bell, and with a gentle push of the folded palms, the dust flew away in an instant, but the thousand stars had already attacked.

Jingchen raised his palm to block, the speed seemed to be not fast, but it coincided with the quick attack that blocked Qianxing. Jingchen's palm is strong, and with the last collision, Qianxing retreated a few steps, but Jingchen only took a slight step back.

"Haha, the master is really powerful, go first. Qianxing said, turning his head and retreating without warning.

Jingchen also followed.

"Amitabha, donor, leave the scriptures, and the old man will not embarrass you. Jingchen said, quickly chasing.

"I didn't take it. Qianxing turned around and said, throwing out a throwing knife.

Jingchen turned around to dodge, and his speed did not decrease, "Amitabha!"

The two of them ran and chased in the mountains and wilderness, and the speed was very fast.

As soon as Qianxing fell, Jingchen had already stopped aside, and Qianxing reacted extremely quickly, blasted away with a punch, and then raised his knees and rammed, coherent and fast.

Jingchen waved his palms up and down to stop Qianxing's attack, and the two exchanged hands again.

Bang bang bang!

In the clearing, the sound of limb collision was chaotic, and the wind was howling.

A moment later, Qianxing was still slapped by Jingchen, and he retreated continuously, spurting out a large mouthful of blood.

"Amitabha, bring it. Jingchen also stopped and recited a Buddha name.

"Hey, hey, here you go. Qianxing smiled, reached into his arms at will, and suddenly threw out a flying knife, and he even flew and ran.

Jingchen dodged the flying knife sideways, no joy and no worries, and quickly chased after him.

"Old monk, I really didn't take your broken scripture book, why are you chasing me like this?" Qianxing shouted as he ran, kicking a tree trunk and smashing it backwards.

"Amitabha, don't quibble. Jingchen said, a palm print gone, accompanied by a stack of afterimages.

Qianxing turned around and punched continuously, but he kept retreating, and finally was slapped in the shoulder, flipped upside down, and spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and the injury was even more serious.

Qianxing grabbed a handful of stones on the spot, and with the flying knife in his other hand roaring and throwing, he jumped up and fled quickly.

Jingchen wielded his robe to break through the attack and continued to chase.

One chases and one runs.

The skill of Jingchen is higher, Qianxing is caught up from time to time, the two fight in close quarters, Qianxing can escape quickly every time, but Qianxing's injuries are also getting worse.

"Amitabha, you can't leave, leave the scriptures. Jingchen said without joy and worry.

"Hehe, why don't I go and try it first?" Qianxing said back.

Whoosh!

The speed of a thousand stars is fast, and the dust is not slow at all.

Mountain terraces, layered with mountains. At the edge of a field, two peasants sat on the ground to rest in the wind after finishing their farm work.

"Huh?" the farmer stood up at the sound behind him, and then exclaimed.

Qianxing flew quickly, accompanied by a strong wind, passed between the two, and jumped directly off the tall stalk of the field edge. The two peasants were startled, their feet were unstable, and with the strong wind carried by the thousand stars, the two of them also fell off the high stalk in a flash.

"Hmm, hehe......" Qianxing's eyes flashed, and he turned in the air and grabbed the clothes on the waists of the two of them, and threw them straight up, but not to the ground.

The two peasants kept screaming.

"Master, catch them. Qianxing looked back and reminded with a big smile, and he rolled to the ground and stood up, taking light steps without pausing at all.

Jingchen can chase after him, his face changed slightly, he jumped up and grabbed the farmers one by one, and jumped down.

After landing, the clean dust was put down and the farmers were waiting to catch up.

"Oops!" exclaimed a young peasant, but he fell down, his face turning pale with fright.

Jingchen stopped, "Donor, where is the injury?"

"I ...... I ......," the young man was frightened, "I'm fine, but my legs are weak." ”

"Amitabha, it's okay. "Jingchen put his mind at ease, and then look into the distance, where is there still the shadow of a thousand stars?

"It turned out to be Master Jingchen, thank you Master Jingchen for saving the lives of our father and son. The old man recognized Jingchen and thanked him sincerely.

"Amitabha, good, good. Jingchen said reverently.

"Excellent qualifications, extremely fast response, it's a pity ......" Jingchen looked in the direction of Qianxing's escape, and sighed in his heart, "But he still has a trace of kindness in his heart, I don't know if he can return to the right path." "If Qianxing threatened the old farmer before, he would definitely be able to leave calmly, but Qianxing didn't do this, this is different from other blood thorns, and just now Qianxing also pushed the old farmer father and son, that is for fear that he won't be able to receive it one step later, and it is really not easy to maintain a trace of kindness in the harsh training of Jiuyou, but ...... Ay...... Amitabha!

Jingchen felt a little unbearable in his heart.

On the trail.

Qianxing exhaled deeply, his chest was a little uncomfortable, Jingchen's palm power was very domineering, and his injuries were not light.

"Where did Qianyue go, it couldn't be that they met someone from the Purple Blood Sect?" Qianxing was a little worried.

"Huh?" Qianxing was startled and looked ahead.

I saw a group of monks coming towards them, all with a long breath, all of them were masters among the masters.