After hearing that the woman claimed to be a disciple of the Demon Dao, the precept immediately showed murderous intentions, and instantly turned from a kind monk into an angry-eyed Vajra.

He immediately let out a loud shout, then reached out and grabbed the top of the tent, and a golden dragon claw phantom appeared, instantly striking towards the source of the sound on the tent.

The dragon's claw phantom smashed through the roof of the tent, but did not find the woman's figure.

At this moment, a strange black shadow appeared, it circled around everyone several times, and in a few breaths, it fell in front of Zhou Mengdie and the others.

"It's also interesting, the Shaolin dragon claw hand is really powerful, but it frightens the slave family, hahahaha" The person who came was wearing a red flower robe, with a soft sword around his waist, heavy makeup on his face, and a phoenix hairpin on his head, she pretended to be shyly and admired the Shaolin dragon claw hand who quit killing, but she could no longer control her emotions, as if she had encountered something very funny, and let out a string of silver bell-like laughter.

"Who is the demon girl, who dares to be presumptuous in my righteous path camp?" A trace of anger appeared on the face of the person who quit killing, but he was afraid of the other party's strange skills, and forcibly suppressed the anger that rose in his heart.

The woman pointed to the killing with some exaggeration: "Demon, demon girl, hahahahaha, you monk actually call me a demon girl?

As soon as the woman's words fell, her body suddenly turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the monk.

"Since you're so blind, don't you want it over there?" When the woman's words sounded, her body had already come to the side of the person who quit killing.

Although he was amazed by his speed, he was not afraid, and suddenly let out a loud shout: "Golden bell jar." ”

A pale golden phantom instantly enveloped him, and the protective body qi combined with the golden bell jar's stunt doubled his defense in an instant.

The sound of "Ding Ding Ding Ding" sounded one after another, like a fiery red tornado, the woman's figure turned into a red ball, and the sword in her hand was unsheathed at some point, and hundreds of swords were slashed around the monk.

The hands that had always been solemn in the fight formed a handprint, and the true qi was used to maintain the protective body qi, and he did not dare to relax for a moment.

After a long time, the fiery red whirlwind finally dissipated, revealing the woman in the red robe inside.

"But I underestimate you, the Shaolin Yijin Sutra and the Golden Bell Jar are really powerful, hahaha, bald donkey, slave sinking fish, let's fight again tomorrow." The woman's voice, after a few steps under her feet, turned into an afterimage and disappeared away, and after a few flashes of her figure, she disappeared in place.

It's as if it never happened, leaving only a mess all over the ground.

"What kind of kung fu is this, the speed is so fast?" Zhou Mu on the side frowned and asked with some surprise.

"This should be the sword technique to ward off evil spirits!" Zhou Mengdie showed a slight exclamation, those great masters of the martial arts who had been in the past life were really not easy to match when they were young.

"How can the evil sword technique be able to reach such a speed, the closing moon of the Sun Moon God Sect that I saw during the day is not as fast as this, right?" Zhuang Guoping on the side frowned, and asked in disbelief.

Zhou Mengdie shook her head slightly and said, "The same martial arts also depend on what kind of person uses it." It is an indisputable fact that some people are born with extraordinary talents and are different from ordinary people. ”

Then he didn't wait for the people on the side to speak, but he let out a light sigh: "Another master has been added to the disciples of the Demon Sect, and if we fight tomorrow, I'm afraid the outcome will be unpredictable!"

When he first entered the Tianwu world, the poor monk and several good friends and disciples worshiped in Shaolin together, and jointly determined to kill demons and demons, but they didn't want to be in less than half a year after the Tianwu world was fully opened, and many juniors and disciples were killed in less than half a year. ”

A trace of determination appeared on the face of the abstaining from killing, and then continued: "The poor monk knows that he has committed the killing precept, and he will not have the opportunity to achieve great success in Buddhism in this life, but the poor monk will never regret it. In the past three years, more than 370 demons have been slaughtered, and they have no regrets. This battle is related to the luck of my two realms in the next ten years, and I also ask Lord Zhou to do his best, don't"

Zhou Mengdie waved his hand to stop his words, and said, "Although the Demon Dao Tianjiao is powerful, my righteous Dao Tianjiao is not inferior. How can the master of quitting killing be like this, when I take the Great Returning Pill, I may not have the strength to fight with that Demon Sect Tianjiao in the future. ”

The quit on the side was stunned for a moment, and then he saluted Zhou Mengdie and said, "In this way, please ask Lord Zhou." ”

Zhou Mengdie took a porcelain bottle from the hand of the monk who had quit killing him, and after opening it, he found that it contained a full five large pills.

A smile appeared on his face, and after giving one of them to Zhou Ying when he said goodbye to his parents, he went straight back to his room.

After taking the Great Returning Pill, a strange ability swam in Zhou Mengdie's body, and the places in his body that had been injured by the internal force of the alien species quickly recovered.

Early in the morning of the second day, Zhou Mengdie walked out of the tent early, and said in her heart: "The Shaolin Great Returning Pill is really magical, but ordinary people can't take this pill more!"

After treating Zhou Mengdie's injury, Na Da Huandan took advantage of the situation to add a few skills to Zhou Mengdie, and he was only one kick away from breaking through to the peak of the young man.

After the round with the disciples of the Wudang Emei Second Sect, he was about to set off, but a cold voice suddenly came from afar.

"Uncle Zhou. "Hua Fuyue went out of the villa this time to practice, and unexpectedly heard the news of the birth of the martial arts holy book in the Shengyun Temple.

In his mind, he thought of his master Yan Zhi'an having a headache to break through the realm of the Great Grandmaster, and a trace of inexplicable feelings arose in his heart, when Le Ma rushed west.

As soon as she walked on the way, she received the news that this was a scam, and many disciples such as the Hidden Sword Villa were besieged.

But he didn't want her to be a step too late after all, after getting a message from the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Villa, he finally arrived at the righteous path camp in the evening of yesterday.

In fact, before the Hidden Sword Villa was destroyed, she had always been a very easy person to get along with, although she looked cold, but she still had the dream of a woman in her heart.

It's just that after she had inexplicable feelings for Yan Zhi'an, she hid this heroine's dream into the bottom of her heart, turned into the sharpest sword in the Tibetan Sword Villa, and started the reputation of the Tibetan Sword Villa in the rivers and lakes.

"Master and nephew, don't come to harm? I didn't expect to see each other for a long time, and my master and nephew are already masters of the heroic realm, and they are worthy of being my senior sister of Hidden Sword Villa! Although she was a little surprised to be able to see Hua Fuyue here, Zhou Mengdie still greeted her very gently.

"Uncle Shi is humble, if it weren't for Uncle Shi's first cultivation of swordsmanship and then cultivation of sword qi, I'm afraid that at this time, it would already be the realm of the middle stage of the hero. The Burial Moon has been cultivating the internal skills of the sect for more than three years, and it is only worthy of breaking through the early stage of the hero! Hua Fuyue's voice was a little cold, but very polite.

Zhou Mengdie shook his head, he knew that his strength was indeed one point higher than that Hua Fuyue, but it was only one point, you know, he had an adventure, and he also had the memory of the sword path in his previous life, so he was able to lead a little bit.

Tianjiao is worthy of being Tianjiao, and there is a trace of envy in the eyes of the ordinary Wudang disciples on the side, another sect master sister, and another master in the early stage of heroes.

"If the master and nephew are fine, you might as well go and see how about the Demon Dao Tianjiao? Last night, I saw a master who cultivated the sword technique of warding off evil spirits, and he was a good opponent worthy of the sword of the master and nephew. After chatting for a while, Zhou Mengdie sent an invitation to the flower burial moon.

Hua Fuyue's eyebrows furrowed, and she said, "That eunuch swordsmanship is really cultivated? I'll go with my uncle to see it!"

After Zhou Mengdie nodded, he beckoned everyone to go on the road together, but he didn't want that among the disciples of the Hidden Sword Villa, there were people with outstanding eyes who recognized Hua Fuyue, and the young man in white immediately shouted: "Senior sister." ”

As soon as his words fell, he led the disciples of the Hidden Sword Villa to rush over together. After the man glanced at Zhou Mengdie, he frowned at first, and after a hint of thought flashed in his eyes, he suddenly showed a look of sudden realization, and said, "It turned out to be Uncle Zhou, Long Xingtian is so polite." ”

Zhou Mengdie was really puzzled about his identity, but as soon as the words 'Long Xingtian' entered his ears, he instantly remembered his identity.

But it was the outer disciple who entered with him, but he didn't want to, after a few years of not seeing him, he had become the leader among the inner disciples, at this time he also had the cultivation of the late Shaoxia, I'm afraid that Liu Jinlong, the outer disciple of the year, would not be his opponent at this time, right?

Zhou Mengdie stretched out his hand to help his body up, and then said, "I haven't seen you for many years, Brother Long's strength can be said to have improved by leaps and bounds!"

"I don't dare to be my uncle. The master and nephew are juniors, and Uncle Zhou should not torture the disciples. Hearing Zhou Mengdie call him 'Brother Long', his heart naturally had a slight hint of joy, but when he glanced at the flower burial moon on the side, he instantly turned the joy in his heart into fear.

Zhou Mengdie's brows furrowed slightly, but she didn't say more, the high-spirited disciple back then had now become so cringe.

Although he has not officially entered the master of Yan Zhi'an and has become a formal disciple of the first generation, his identity has long been determined by the head of the family, but no one in the second generation of disciples dares to overstep him.