The young man smiled and said:

"Why run?"

Little Yuan'er was about to open her mouth, but suddenly remembered that her identity should not be revealed, so she swallowed her words back.

Seeing that she was hesitant to speak, the young man smiled and said: "I have been observing you all night, and I can't tell you any lies. Little girl, you are indeed in the divine court realm. The old gentleman is still in good health, and his cultivation level is barely in the middle stage of concentration."

The young man waved his hand and said: "That's a long way off. Let's get back to the topic... The second person who can practice swordsmanship to the extreme is Yu Shangrong, the second demon of Motian Pavilion..."

"What about third?"

"This third person...is far away in the horizon and right before our eyes."

"Are you Chen Wenjie, a swordsman?" Lu Zhou asked doubtfully.

"No, no, no... Chen Wenjie is obsessed with swordsmanship, not swordsmanship. I am different. I like swords and swordsmanship... People like Chen Wenjie whose position is not clear will die a violent death long ago." The young man said.

At this point, Lu Zhou knew who this person was.

He caressed his beard and said, "I love the sword to my bones, Jiang loves the sword."

Jiang Aijian, in order to reflect his love for swords, even changed his name. In this world of spiritual practice, he is probably the only one.

Moreover, it is a morbid pursuit.

He is also an out-and-out individual.

He is good at surviving in the dangerous cracks of the spiritual world, which can be seen from his ability to avoid the master who killed Zhuoping.

He has two major hobbies: first, he loves swords; second, he doesn't cause trouble.

Being able to survive to this day without taking a stand, this second habit plays a big role.

"So-so." Jiang Aijian said with a smile.

Lu Zhou raised his hand slightly.

The unnamed sword appeared in his hand.

Short and delicate.

Jiang Aijian was stunned for a moment and looked straight...

beautiful.

I like the short and delicate feeling like this.

"Old, old sir." Even his voice sounded a little excited when he spoke.

Lu Zhou waved his hand and the Weiming Sword disappeared again.

He said calmly: "If you don't want to die...it's best not to covet this sword in any way."

Bang

Bang

A dull bell sounded from the direction of the altar.

Lu Zhou frowned slightly.

The altar is a grand ceremony for good and evil, so why are there Buddhist bells?

Jiang Aijian said in surprise: "Old sir, the altar is crowded with people, and the place where good and evil practitioners gather is extremely dangerous. I suggest you don't go. I heard that the saint chosen this time is the fifth incarnation of the Demonic Sky Pavilion in Jinting Mountain.

A female devil. Haha, a witch becomes a saint...a strange thing in the world."

Lu Zhou ignored him.

Jiang Aijian suddenly said: "But it's okay. If the old gentleman goes there and is accidentally killed, I can get this sword. At that time, I will collect the body of the old gentleman and find a geomantic treasure place.

Give him a good burial."

I just finished saying this.

Xiao Yuan'er burst out in anger: "Looking for a beating!"

The body is as light as a swallow, and the momentum is as strong as a rainbow.

The strong vitality formed ripples and spread.

Jiang Aijian blocked and then retreated, secretly exclaiming: "What an irritable little girl... She doesn't look like an ordinary Shenting realm!"

"Hmph, let's see if I don't beat you until you have teeth all over the floor..."

"Girl, don't force me to draw my sword." Jiang Aijian retreated again.

Bang

Bang

The dull bells sounded again from the direction of the altar.

And the bells are getting louder and louder.

Lu Zhou glanced at Jiang Aijian. This person was just a Sanren, he just loved swords... There was no need to waste an item card on him.

"Yuan'er, let's go." Lu Zhou waved his hand.

A roar came from the forest not far away.

The behemoth-like mount Bian came running.

Woo

The deep sound frightened the beasts in the forest and sent them running around.

The aura of the King of Beasts is chilling.

Jiang Aijian was shocked.

Legendary mount... He quickly stopped his hand, flipped back in the air, touched the ground with his toes, and jumped back to avoid the sharp edge of Xiao Yuan'er.

"It turns out he is an expert..."

Anyone who can have a legendary mount is a master with a famous reputation. Although this old gentleman's cultivation is weak, he is not simple behind the scenes.

Although Jiang Aijian loves swords, he loves life even more.

"Old sir... the place of the altar is extremely dangerous... why don't you go there?" Jiang Aijian said while floating in the air.

"I have my own plan."

Lu Zhou jumped onto the Bi An with a slight leap.

The beast's fangs suddenly appeared.

Little Yuan'er snorted towards Jiang Aijian and jumped onto Bi Fan.

Jiang Aijian could only watch the two of them fly towards the altar.

He touched his chin and thought deeply.

"Should we chase him or not?"

"What if we meet that old devil?"

Jiang Aijian was very confused. He pondered for a moment and made a decision. "I won't participate in their disputes... Yes, let's do it. When he dies, I will collect his body for him."

After saying that, he flew into the air and chased after him...

Bang.

Bang.

On the altar.

The huge flying chariot of Dakong Temple is suspended.

There are dozens of monks with their hands clasped together and chanting scriptures constantly.

The buzzing sound of chanting sutras kept echoing around.

Lu Zhou and Xiao Yuan'er were a little far apart, and it sounded like the buzzing of mosquitoes.

Instead of moving on, he landed near the altar.

The architectural complex of the altar is extremely large.

The base porch is surrounded by a ring and has forty-eight doors.

The square covers all sides and stretches for several miles.

Ordinary people are not allowed to approach at will.

When Lu Zhou stepped into the altar, the clanging bells sounded loudly.

It's disturbing.

Lu Zhou raised his hand slightly.

"Buddhist Great Meditation Mantra."

"What are these monks doing here?" Xiao Yuan'er muttered.

The Great Meditation Mantra has a strong ability to intimidate the enemy. It is a large-scale move that is recited collectively and released.

The only ones who can do this are the bald donkeys at Dakong Temple!

"Be calm and don't be impatient. Recite the Great Calming Mantra at most five times..." Lu Zhou stood on the spot and looked up at the flying chariot in the sky.

This may be a good thing.

The Great Meditation Mantra can shock most practitioners.

Then the weakness that Lu Zhou was worried about that the critical strike card could not be used in group fights would no longer exist.

only……

He was thinking, Dakong Temple has always been indifferent to worldly affairs, so why did it suddenly appear here?

Bells rang one after another.

The Great Meditation Mantra is buzzing like countless flies.

Lu Zhou shook his head helplessly... He didn't know who was enjoying this meditation spell at the moment, and how they were feeling?

After a while.

The buzzing sound of the Great Meditation Mantra disappeared.

The entire altar fell into silence.

"Let's go." Lu Zhou and Xiao Yuan'er walked towards the altar.

Arrive near the Altar Square.

No one noticed Lu Zhou and Xiao Yuan'er.

The two successfully blended into the crowd.

Xiao Yuan'er pointed to a flying chariot nearby and said, "It's the flying chariot of the Mosha Sect!"

Except for the Mosha Sect.

Around the altar square, there are still flying the flags of the famous sect of Zhengyi, Jingming Dao.

As expected...the righteous practitioners and demonic practitioners around them all had ugly expressions on their faces, and some were panting and looking up at the sky.

Lu Zhou's eyes swept around the altar... Under the gaze of the Eye of Truth, almost everyone became hostile.

What if this exposes your identity?

It might be difficult to take Zhao Yue away from so many forces.

Three invulnerable cards, three fatal blows...it's enough to escape unscathed.

at this time.

Above the altar, a monk flew out of the flying chariot and slowly landed.

With his hands clasped together, his cassock shone with golden light.

"Dakong Temple Kongxuan?" Someone said in surprise.

As Kong Xuan slowly fell, a voice sounded: "The abbot has ordered that the saint Zhao Yue of this grand ceremony will be taken away by Dakong Temple. Dear donors, please forgive me."

"Bald donkey! Did you take the saint away just as you said, and leave me alone?" A man in a robe pointed at Kong Xuan and cursed.
Chapter completed!