The Monk

Chapter 597 Who are you

Zhang Ain almost laughed out loud. Is this what a foundation-building monk said? It's simply terrifyingly innocent. But I am somewhat interested in the things they said about recruiting disciples and trading. But thinking about it again, no matter how curious I was about other people's affairs, I couldn't forget my duty, so I took back my soul and decided to go to Jin's house first.

He left the city and headed north, finding a deserted place to spread his wings and fly quickly, but he stopped again after flying only three thousand miles. Below is a small valley with a thousand meters of width at the bottom. There are more than a dozen monks meditating.

What is this for? It seems that the Song Dynasty's cultivation world is very lively recently. Just as they were flying over, they suddenly noticed more than twenty men in black rushing from the north. After arriving at the valley, one of the people in front of them shouted coldly: "Kill!" More than twenty men in black dispersed and ran towards ten people below. Several monks rushed over.

When the monks below saw the men in black, someone shouted: "Fire the arrows." He led a dozen people back to back and formed a circular defensive formation to deal with the incoming enemy.

What he meant by firing arrows was to fire signaling arrows. His subordinates would raise their hands and fire an arrow into the air, and then wait for the enemy to pounce with their law enforcement weapons.

The men in black are all at the highest level of Foundation Establishment. The monks in the valley have top-level Foundation Establishment and high-level monks. Not only are they small in number, but their cultivation levels are also lower. If they really fight, they will definitely suffer. But they were lucky and met Zhang Afraid. A white light flashed in the air, and a young man wearing an old gray robe fell to the ground, holding a black folding fan in his hand. At this time, the group of black-clothed talents rushed to the mountainside.

Zhang Awei shouted: "Stop everyone."

Only then did the two sides realize that there was an extra person in the scene. Their spiritual consciousness could not detect the depth of their cultivation. The man in black was quite fierce and indifferent. Anyone who was not one of them was an enemy. They were walking in the middle of the road, and all kinds of magic weapons were already there. Coming like rain.

Zhang is afraid that he is a little angry. If I don't say anything, you are still going to run over and take action. If I speak, you will directly attack with magic weapons? A wave of rain and mist enveloped the bottom of the valley, and all magical weapons were blocked from the rain and mist. This is a spell in the Small Five Elements Sword Array. This sword array has been learned for hundreds of years, and it can only now exert its full power. It was even more powerful than the big Five Elements Illusion Array that I had worked hard to set up in the first place.

When the leader of the men in black saw that the attack was ineffective, he was also a decisive person and gave an order: "Retreat!" All the men in black originally rushed from the slope towards the bottom of the valley at extremely fast speeds. Seeing that they were about to reach the bottom, after hearing the order, they turned back at the same time. Get out and run away.

Zhang Feng did not pursue him, and looked at the figure of the man in black running away thoughtfully. What kind of force has such subordinates? Not in terms of cultivation, but simply in terms of killing and decisiveness, these men in black were the most well-trained team he had ever seen.

Cultivators have always been undisciplined and focused on personal skills. No cultivator has ever been willing to spend time training others, let alone being trained by others. When fighting in groups, they also fight independently, and it is rare to be so neat and unified.

Back in the Holy Capital, with the strength of the Holy Kingdom, the eight battalions of Wei Xiaoao under his command dominated the world, but it was not said that he had such a group of well-trained subordinates. The men in black just now looked more like killers and soldiers, definitely not like cultivators.

He raised his hand to collect the rain and mist and asked, "What's going on?"

A group of monks gathered in a circle and were panicking. Suddenly, they saw a man in gray coming to drive away the enemy. He came over to express his thanks. One of them, a junior leader, came over and bowed and said, "Thank you, senior, for saving your life. Please also give me your name so that I can give you my name." Remember the kindness and worship it forever.”

The words are quite nice, but a bit tactful. What is eternal life worship? Zhang was afraid of not answering, so he asked repeatedly: "What's going on?"

No one among the more than a dozen monks dared to speak, so the little leader had no choice but to continue: "I don't know, I don't know where a group of madmen came from. They are ruthless. We were targeted by them just after we settled here. Ordinarily, there are no I have no enemies to offend, and I would like to thank my senior for saving me."

What this guy told is a lie. Zhang Ai glanced at it and there was no need to ask whether it was true or false. I only care about you because I don’t want to see bad people bullying good people. Of course, there are limits to good and bad. As the old saying goes, cultivators There are no good people, and the good here can only be temporarily understood as a little bit of truth. But since you don't want to talk about it, I don't care. He patted the black folding fan and walked out of the valley with his hands behind his back.

Seeing the master leave voluntarily, the little boss felt safer in his heart. He wanted to ask for his name but didn't dare. Just as he was hesitating, three people came flying from the west, one tall and two thin, all masters of pill formation, and they quickly came to the valley.

Seeing Zhang Awei leaving leisurely in front of him, and no one of his disciples was injured, he glanced at Zhang Awei's back with questioning eyes, and then towards all the disciples.

All the disciples hurried over to pay homage to their uncle. The little leader briefly narrated the matter in a low voice. The three masters of pill formation made a careful calculation. The leader carefully scanned his spiritual consciousness, but found nothing. He hurriedly ran over to pay homage and said, "Pingmen Yue Li thanks senior for his help and also asks for his name. Pingmen from top to bottom is grateful to senior for his kindness and virtue."

Zhang was afraid that he did not stop and continued walking without saying anything. He was thinking about one thing: whether he should train all the disciples of Tianlei Mountain together and turn them into killing machines like the men in black. After weighing the pros and cons several times, he finally gave up. Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. He didn't want to live a life like a specimen, so there was no need to torture others.

Hearing that the master of pill formation named Yue Li, he thought that his position in the Pingmen was not low, otherwise he wouldn't be able to say any top-down words of thanks, but he didn't care about these and just moved forward.

Yue Li didn't dare to harass him too much. Most of the masters were indifferent and ruthless. They acted based on their likes and dislikes regardless of right and wrong. He was afraid of angering the masters and causing disaster, so he didn't dare to take risks.

After a while, he walked up the gentle slope and looked back. More than a dozen people looked at him respectfully. Zhang Aif nodded lightly. Regardless of whether they were telling the truth or not, these people's attitude was pretty good. He patted his folding fan lightly and rose up into the air, walking slowly and slowly as if he were walking. It was clear that every step he stepped on was in the air, but he walked higher and higher until he was submerged in the clouds.

It was a rare opportunity for him to pretend to be cool, and he used it to the fullest. He was secretly delighted when he disappeared into the clouds. This move is very cool and can be used more often in the future. Let me ask you, among the best in the world, who else can be as shallow and boring as him?

It smells good for a while, and then floats forward with the clouds. As they were floating, they suddenly noticed hundreds of men in black appearing below, forming four teams and heading towards the small valley quickly.

Are these guys finished? How much hatred do the two gangs have to reach this point? Zhang was afraid that he didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but he also didn't want to see evil people committing crimes. He opened his mouth and asked, "Who are you?" The voice rolled down from the air, as if the gods were speaking.

However, he, the god, failed to alert the team of men in black. The four long dragons continued to move forward quickly, as if they heard nothing. Zhang Ai looked at it and said, "Hey, don't you give me face?" I immediately wanted to get mad.

But before he could move, a soft wind blew behind him, bringing a blade of light into the clouds, like countless guillotines striking at the same time, gently tearing the entire cloud into pieces.

Not to mention whether the tiger's golden elixir soul could sense danger, Zhang was afraid that his top-level soul was not given in vain. When the blade light came together, he drifted away with the wind and stood not far away looking back at the blade light. Tear the clouds apart and whisper, "Am I damn good?"

The sword light dissipated, and the clouds shattered into catkins, revealing a guy dressed in black, wrapped in black cloth from head to toe, with only his eyes and hands exposed. The man in black looked at Zhang Afraid with slightly surprised eyes, obviously not expecting that he could escape his attack, and asked solemnly: "Who are you?"

Zhang was afraid and said angrily: "Are you sick? Are you going to kill me if you don't know who I am? Do you still plan to say that you killed the wrong person?"

The man in black repeated: "Who are you?"

Zhang Jing wanted to say that I am your uncle, but the words could not come out. A chill ran down his back. The unlucky thing was playing dirty tricks again. He swung the folding fan back with his right hand and used his left hand to wave a huge shield in front of him. He shrank behind the shield and turned around. Look back. With his cultivation level, he didn't have to use such obscene tricks, but he just wanted to play, wasn't it just three people? I'll let you beat them first, and then torture them one by one. He hasn't had a fight with anyone since he melted the tiger soul, so today is considered a fight.

The two guys behind him were also wearing black clothes, and each held a black sword. However, at this time, the black sword turned into a black snake and bit Zhang Afraid. The folding fan blocked one, and the other had already bitten the back of his neck. At this time, Zhang was afraid of bringing out a big shield. He shrank into the shield and flicked the black snake into a black sword with a flick of his right hand. He thought to himself: "Playing with snakes with me? I have a bunch of snake ancestors!"

After the big shield was erected, the first man in black who appeared came at him with his sword, clanking and clinking like iron. The three of them had a clear division of labor. One in front and two in the back attacked Zhang Wei in an effort to kill him with one blow.

What they didn't expect was that this opponent not only had high cultivation, but also had many ways to save his life. The black folding fan was strong, and the black shield was even stronger, and he could easily block the attacks of three people. Everyone's magic weapons were black, and Zhang Afraid's black was better than the black of the three men in black. He simply played a darker game, drew a hard iron knife, covered their heads and slashed at the two men in black who were playing with snakes. , His sword was so big, a horizontal slash was as fast as lightning, a black lightning ripped apart the day, and slashed at the two of them quickly.

He originally wanted to tease the three of them for a while, but he made a misjudgment after his greatly improved skills. With just one strike, the two men in black didn't even react and broke into four pieces. Then Nascent Soul left the body and ran away in two directions.

Zhang was afraid that they would not be able to escape, so he waved his hand casually, and the rain and mist of the Small Five Elements Knife Formation immediately enveloped the two Nascent Souls. Then he turned back to look at the man in black who first attacked him, and repeated his first question: "I deserve to die." ?”

The man in black was stunned for a moment. He was a Yuanying master. The three of them were all Yuanying masters. Although they were only at the elementary level, years of iron-blooded training to kill like crazy had already turned killing into instinct. The three of them worked together to achieve success. Unexpectedly, Today, two people died in one move. Who did we offend? Throwing away the magic weapon in his hand, the man stepped back, trying to escape.

His magical weapon was a huge iron comb, with each iron tooth on it movable. No wonder it was like many guillotines stuck together, clinking and chopping. Zhang was afraid that the hard iron knife would break with a slight swing. Iron Comb, at the same time the person flew forward, Piao Piao followed the man in black and asked for the third time: "Am I worthy of death?"

The man in black knew that he was powerful, but he didn't know that he was so powerful. He ran away with all his strength, but he followed him as if nothing had happened. He screamed a warning, then stopped and asked calmly: "Who are you?"