A group of monks suddenly saw more evil stars come out, and they were both shocked and secretly happy, thinking that this evil devil's nest was against it, and it couldn't be better.

At this moment, the man had already slammed his palm towards Ichiro Yanagi.

The palm wind was fierce, and Yanagi Ichiro didn't dare to hold it up, so he hurriedly put the magic knife across his chest, taking advantage of the situation, wanting to draw the man's palm power away and drive the magic knife to slash obliquely.

Unexpectedly, the strength of this person's palm was too strong, and he hit the magic knife, and Weng's sound directly shattered the tiger's mouth of Yanagi Ichiro's hands. Yanagi Ichiro's face immediately changed miserably, he quickly whirled, condensed his internal force, pushed out a palm, and floated back three feet.

The person who came fell to the ground and snorted coldly.

Only then did everyone see that twenty-five or sixteen was in great shape. Dressed in a tattered gray cloth robe, with a square face, thick eyebrows and eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth, he looks very powerful.

The Nine-Winged Daoist suddenly lost his voice and shouted, "Qiao Feng!"

"What ......" Everyone in Yipintang had obviously heard of this rising star of the Central Plains martial arts, and they were all secretly on guard.

Helian Tieshu took a step forward, and snorted with a blue face: "You are Qiao Feng, the new leader of the Beggar Gang!" Although he had never seen this Qiao Feng with his own eyes, in the past few years, Qiao Feng, who had repeatedly performed miraculous feats, had killed a lot of Yipintang's good hands, and he had already heard of it.

"Yes, it's Qiao, there is a certain here, how can you let Er and others kill my Great Song people!" Qiao Feng stood proudly, said coldly, said, and turned to the monks in the hall to clench his fists and apologize: "Qiao Feng is late, let the masters suffer......"

Wei Na struggled and said, "Qiao is polite!"

All the monks were overjoyed and thanked them again and again.

The Nine Winged Daoist had fought against Qiao Feng many times, and knew that this son was really powerful, so he probably told everyone about his martial arts skills to the people of Western Xia, hoping that everyone could take it to heart, and not to be careless about the enemy.

The more Yanagi Ichiro listened, the more unconvinced he became, and said in his heart: "Hmph, this stinky Taoist priest is too timid and afraid, there are so many of us, we can still be afraid of him!" Thinking about it, he put his hands in his sleeves, secretly activated the magic knife, and suddenly attacked Qiao Feng.

The dark and gloomy sword qi rushed to his body, Qiao Feng immediately roared angrily, and one of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending "Kang Long has regrets" suddenly slapped over.

"Let's do it, we are too many, and we will be afraid that this person will not succeed!" Yagyu Ichiro missed the blow and shouted to the people who had scruples on the side. His face turned red, and he squirted a mouthful of essence blood and sacrificed it to the magic knife.

The magic knife sucked this mouthful of blood, and the black mangs were even worse, and their momentum increased greatly. When everyone in Yipintang saw it, they also had a little confidence in their hearts.

Helian Tieshu knew that Qiao Feng's appearance meant that the beggars were not far away, so he didn't dare to delay, so he immediately ordered everyone to besiege him. Soon, everyone in Yipintang gave their own mastery and covered Qiao Feng in it.

For a time, the gold and stone in the main hall resonated, and the mud and sand at the eaves fell one after another.........

The evil qi of the demon knife entered his body, which made Qiao Feng startled. But the sea of blood illusion stimulated his desire to kill, bursting with brute strength, majestic and majestic, but the more he fought, the more courageous he became.

......

Almost at the same time, the silver-masked man had already taken the Void Illusion hostage and flew to the Tower of Wonderful Light.

Before the warrior monks who were holding around could react, they were killed by one of their palms. With a cold snort, the man flicked his sleeves, directly shattered the tower door, and jumped in.

The two Huangfu Yan followed behind and watched coldly, knowing that such a demon was ruthless, and they were afraid that he would accidentally hurt Dian Jing, so they didn't dare to slack off and followed closely.

Empty Illusion said angrily: "This 'Miaoguang Pagoda' is the place where the monks of the past dynasties in the temple are gone, you ...... You don't have to die well......"

The silver-faced man snorted coldly, unmoved, and looked at the main hall in the tower.

When I looked up, there was a hole in it. On both sides of this hall, the words "pile gold" and "jade" are engraved respectively. When the silver-faced man saw it, he shook his head and smiled: "This kind of word is used by households, and it is a bit nondescript to be used in the Zen courtyard. Your monks are all empty, so it seems that the demon monk is also a monk of wine and meat. ”

Empty Illusion snorted coldly, and did not refute, just a look of disdain.

After staring at it for a long time, the silver-faced man didn't find a single passage.

Every few meters in this hall, it is a stone pillar, carved with all kinds of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, the gold is brilliant, the hall is divided into countless small spaces, if you look for them one by one, it is really troublesome.

The silver-faced man wanted to repeat the old trick and get the way to enter from the empty illusion mouth, but the empty illusion had already taken precautions, and recited the Buddhist scriptures loudly, and the Zen sound was lingering, and he couldn't teach him to succeed for a while.

Suddenly, there was a rolling sound all around.

The silver-faced man sneered, turned around and shouted, "Who is it?" as he spoke, stretching out his hand to brush it off the corner.

After the sound of the stone wall moving, a stone door suddenly cracked behind him. I only heard one voice: "Amitabha!" Jue Yu, who had changed into a new red robe, strode in.

"Master, the disciple is not good, let the thieves disturb your Qing cultivation!"

"It's okay!" Jue Yu smiled faintly, not afraid of danger, and had the demeanor of a monk.

I saw the illusion of emptiness, and I couldn't help but be convinced.

The two Huangfu Yan, who had just come in, heard a few people talking and hurriedly hid behind a stone pillar. Secretly looked at this hall, and knew that there must have been a lot of ambushes set up inside.

The silver-faced man saw Jueyu's face clearly, immediately clasped his fists and saluted, and said with interest: "Zen Master Jueyu is unharmed!"

Jue Yu was slightly stunned, and snorted: "I don't know which old man Your Excellency was back then, why did you hide your head and show your tail like this!"

While the two were talking, they saw that a stone door had opened in each of the other directions, and eight monks in red robes poured out of it, each with a horizontal Zen staff in their hands, slowly entering, and embracing Jueyu.

When the silver-faced man saw it, he frowned at first, then smiled slightly, suddenly looked back, and shouted: "Two friends! As he spoke, he returned his hand and slapped it with the sound, straight and straight, and a strong wind greeted the hood to the hiding place of the two emperors.

Huangfu Yan and Murong Xihua felt a slight chill in their hearts, and before they could think about it, they hurriedly protruded their palms and sent out internal forces to counteract.

As soon as the strong strength of the two parties was connected, a gust of wind immediately rolled up, causing several nearby stone pillars to fly, and the two of them had already flown up, and the silver-faced man and Jue Yu were in a corner, holding each other.

"It turned out to be you two little ghosts!" Jue Yu's face sank, and he secretly scolded these two people in his heart.

The silver-faced man frowned, not knowing how the news of the "Qiankun Secret Record" was leaked, thinking that these two people were also here for the secret record, and there was a burst of urgency in his heart.

Huang Fu Yan sensed the hostility of the silver-faced man, and immediately clasped his fists and smiled: "I've seen this senior, we are here to rescue a girl!"

Murong Xihua observed the words and looked at Jueyu, and asked Jueyu, "Demon monk, what happened to Miss Dianjing?"

Jue Yu snorted coldly and ignored it.

Although the silver-faced people didn't fully believe the words of these two people, they also eliminated a lot of scruples, and when they thought that Jue Yu had captured many girls in Western Xia, they began to be suspicious.