In a woods diagonally opposite the Poshanying Gate, a tall figure wearing a black cloak with a hat on his head was stepping on a bluestone and looking towards the Poshanying Gate.

This man wearing a black cloak is the famous monk Daoyan in Yanjing City.

At this moment, Monk Daoyan raised his eyes and looked at the direction of the Poshan Camp Gate. He frowned and had a look of surprise on his face.

"Hehe, what kind of monk came to Yanjing? It turned out to be a fake monk from the north. The second prince is really a little anxious and confused this time."

After watching carefully, Monk Daoyan muttered softly.

Previously, Monk Daoyan accidentally saw several monks wearing monk robes. He saw these monks walking with Zhu Meng, the second prince of the Yan Palace, and out of curiosity, he followed him.

"Hehe! This guy Zhu Meng is rude, likes martial arts, and is good at making friends with some gangsters in the world. He has gathered many good players. Could it be that he wants to..."

Monk Daoyan shook his head and laughed helplessly.

"It seems that after the Qin Mo, the subordinate of His Highness, became a thousand households of Jinyiwei, Zhu Meng was a little anxious."

"These barbarian monks from the grassland have no means to do anything. They have seen some of them, but they are useless. Zhu Meng is anxious to catch medicine and make trouble..."

Shaking his head, Monk Daoyan said softly.

After watching for a while, Monk Daoyan no longer had any interest in waiting and watching, so he planned to leave the woods.

And just as Monk Daoyan wanted to turn around and leave, a huge noise suddenly came from outside the Poshan Camp Gate.

"Huh? What's going on? What happened?"

Monk Daoyan turned around suddenly, and he looked up at the Poshan Camp Gate again in shock and suspicion.

His face changed drastically when he looked at it!

In front of the Poshan Camp gate.

Tang Muke followed the excited Zhu Meng and walked out of the camp gate.

Along the way, Zhu Meng was still excited about his encounter with a strange man.

"Let me tell you, just before, outside the north gate of Yanjing City... I happened to meet these masters. Haha, their kung fu is really amazing, haha..."

Zhu Meng said happily as he walked out of the camp gate.

When Tang Muke heard Zhu Meng say that he met a master, he suddenly felt a little uneasy.

In just a moment, Zhu Meng and Tang Muke had already left the camp.

There were two rows of soldiers standing outside the camp gate, one by one, holding spears in his hands, standing straight outside the camp gate to watch the whistle.

In front of these two rows of soldiers were six bald monks wearing black robes.

Among the six monks in black, two were about fifty years old, while the other four were young monks in their twenties.

"Haha! Dear masters have been waiting for a long time, haha..."

Zhu Meng ran towards the six monks happily and said with a kind smile.

Tang Muke also looked up at the six monks in front of him at this time, but after a glance, his face suddenly changed.

At the same time, the six monks in black who were standing together also looked at Tang Muke behind Zhu Meng.

In just an instant, the sharp eyes of the six monks were all focused on Tang Muke.

"Dear masters, this is Tang, the commander of my Poshan Camp..."

Zhu Meng came to the two old monks and said with a smile.

Originally, Zhu Meng planned to introduce Tang Muke to these monks, but before Zhu Meng finished speaking, he was slapped away by a big monk.

Without any warning, a great monk standing in front of Zhu Meng suddenly waved his wide sleeves and slapped Zhu Meng.

"Bang!"

The wide sleeves rolled up a strong wind, which made Zhu Meng turn twice in the air and then hit the ground.

"Ah...Master, you..."

Zhu Meng let out a cry of pain, and was directly thrown into the mouth and chewed the mud, almost fainting on the spot.

Another monk wearing a black monk's robe ran towards Tang Muke.

"Good boy, I've found you! What's going on with my junior brother and the others? How do you explain it?"

The great monk who ran to Tang Muke angrily scolded Tang Muke.

At this moment, Tang Muke already understood what was going on, and his face turned pale a little.

If you want to explain now, will people believe that their fellow disciples were killed by Qin? Wouldn't it be bad if you can't explain it clearly?

What's more, these monks deceived Zhu Meng and found him here, and then attacked Zhu Meng without saying a word. It seemed that these monks didn't intend to reason at all.

"Master, this is actually the case..."

Tang Muke shouted loudly.

"...They are all dead, what else do you want to explain? Master Buddha will kill you bastard first..."

The monk who rushed over shouted angrily.

At this time, the soldiers standing outside the camp gate suddenly saw Zhu Meng being slapped away by a monk and fell to the ground.

The dozens of soldiers immediately rushed towards the six monks with anger.

"Bold, how dare you take action to hurt Your Highness? Are you back?"

A soldier shouted angrily.

The soldiers held spears in their hands and surrounded the six monks.

Seeing this scene, Tang Muke's face turned pale with anxiety.

Four young monks in black, saw that these soldiers from the Poshan Camp rushed up, and immediately took action.

"A bed bug that doesn't know how to live or die! You're looking for death! How dare you attack the Buddha!"

A young monk in black shouted angrily.

While speaking, the young monk in black punched at more than a dozen soldiers rushing towards him.

"Boom! Boom..."

But I saw that a powerful black energy suddenly burst out from the wide sleeves of the young monk in black, sweeping towards the soldiers in an instant...

In just an instant, there was a chaotic mass outside the Poshan Camp gate, with shouts, pain, and killing sounds.

His highness was actually knocked down by several monks at the entrance of the Poshan Camp. Such a thing was simply something that the soldiers in the Poshan Camp dared not accept.

The other soldiers of the Poshan Camp who were originally practicing in the camp gate rushed out of the camp gate...

"Boom! Boom!"

A few loud bangs exploded from above the camp gate.

The camp gate of Poshan Camp was knocked down by a black-clothed monk, and waves of smoke and dust instantly emerged from the ground.

"court death!"

The monk wearing a black monk's robe shouted.

With just a few punches, these monks had already knocked down hundreds of soldiers.

"These are demon monks, be careful!"

"Protect Your Highness! Protect Your Highness!"

"Shoot!Shoot..."

Many soldiers started to scream, and the killing shouts suddenly became chaotic.

Zhu Meng, who was lying on the ground, didn't understand what was going on yet?

Zhu Meng accidentally met these monks and saw that they were taking out at the North Gate. Two of the monks could split a huge rock with one hand and kick the stone pier that could fly hundreds of pounds. So Zhu Meng then became a loving person.

But what's going on now?

Zhu Meng was a little confused at this moment.

A young monk rushed towards Zhu Meng again, and the monk seemed to want to catch Zhu Meng.

Zhu Meng's face turned pale immediately after being frightened.

And at this moment, a tall figure flew from a distance and instantly landed in front of Zhu Meng.

"Master Daoyan, help..."
Chapter completed!