Qin Wuyang was thinking, a tiger-faced monk passed by with a plate and walked down his head. Another handsome monk followed closely behind.

Qin Wuyang stood there and did not move, his whole body was like a tree stump, without any chance of life. The two monks walked straight to him and found someone. They were shocked. This shock was extraordinary and almost threw out the plate of snacks!

The tiger-faced monk was shocked and almost broke up a big deal. He was furious and shouted, "What's the matter blocking the Buddha's way!"

The monk Junxiu behind him knew it was amazing. Recently, the abbot Zhitong was looking for some helpers to make things difficult for the Emei Sect. He could not protect the person in front of him. The sword immortal with infinite magic power. If he accidentally offended him, they would not be able to afford to be guilty.

Thinking of this, Monk Junxiu hurriedly pulled the tiger-faced monk and stepped forward and said, "We are waiting for the junior to collide with the little god. Please don't be as knowledgeable as ordinary people. I don't know that your name is..."

"Qin Wuyang!"

"So it's the dragon in the clouds. The abbot is eager to see you. Please come here!"

Qin Wuyang said, "This is not busy, but I just said something to me. I can't hear it very clearly. Why would you please ask him to say it again!"

Monk Junxiu hurriedly smiled and said, "Little Monk, this is my fate. I would like to ask seniors to have a lot to spare our lives!"

Qin Wuyang's face became strange, he smiled and asked, "Is it true to be a scorpion at the end of the day?"

After hearing Qin Wuyang's name, Leyuan was in a daze. Hearing the voice, he smiled with a flattering smile and said, "Senior Shenlong in the Clouds, Leyuan is a cheap name. It's really a humiliating Qing Dynasty to listen!"

Qin Wuyang heard the name of the dragon in the cloud again, and couldn't help but complain in his heart: The name of the dragon in the cloud is as lively and natural as the fish swimming in the clouds.

Qin Wuyang asked, "Luyuan, with this snack, who are you going to give?"

Leyuan straightened his backbone, spitting out the star and said, "The ancestor of the Southern Demon Sect came to Ciyun Temple. The abbot ordered me to bring some snacks to the ancestor and grandfather!" After saying that, he was free and easy, obviously, and was quite proud of being able to grab this job.

Among the monks in the yard, besides the four little vindictive kings, his fate is a scorpion shit - the only one! If he can be valued by his ancestors and grandfather later and accepted as his disciple, he will be able to reach the sky in one step.

Back then, wasn't Qin Lang the same? He was originally a disciple of the Golden Arhat Fayuan, but later he was attracted by the Fire Patriarch and became a proud disciple of the Huashan Sect. From then on, he soared into the sky and his future was limitless.

Today is the day when his fate is soaring to the sky, so he is extremely angry at someone disturbing him. The reason why he is so charming to Qin Wuyang is because the rumors in the world that the dragon in the sky are bloody and bloody, and he is very harsh. He doesn't want to die before he succeeds.

One accompanied him and said, "Senior, the abbot is right in the Great Hall ahead, please go here!" Qin Wuyang nodded and smiled speechlessly, followed behind the two of them, and went leisurely.

Ciyun Temple covers a vast area, with Quge corridors and mostly located. Rockery bonsai can be seen everywhere, and there may be authentic works of famous scholars such as banana leaf couplets and white banners hanging on the wall, making it more elegant and interesting here.

Just based on the appearance, no one can tell that the people living here are a group of tyrannical and savages who are used to being arrogant and savage.

On the outside of the Main Hall, more than a dozen large pillars covered with red paint were pressed against the eaves, setting off the building with extraordinary temperament. When you walked into the house, you saw that all the streams of mud-wombed Bodhisattvas were thrown aside, and the hall was filled with heroes from the three mountains and five mountains.

Qin Wuyang had already restrained his breath in his body. If he hadn't carefully looked at it, no one would have seen that he was a rare master in the world. Everyone was attracted by the fate of the dragon and tiger steps, and Qin Wuyang followed behind him, looking inconspicuous and had no sense of existence.

Qin Wuyang's eyes were scurried everywhere. He saw a short and thin figure in the middle of the hall, with a big head as big as a bucket, and his hair was as tangled as a Chinese knot. He was wearing a dirty and small green robe, which was extremely ugly. A chicken-like hand was holding a man in his hand. Qin Wuyang knew that this person was the ancestor of the green robe in the Yinfeng Cave of Baiman Mountain, and the unlucky guy in his hand was Yu De, the disciple of the Poison Dragon Venerable.

Yu De has a handsome face and a tall figure, which is even more different from the green robe. But at this moment, he was held in his hand by the green robe, making people feel like a sheep crying in the claws of an eagle.

Qin Wuyang was secretly shocked. He didn't expect that the weak green robe like a baby in Li Jingxu's hand was so powerful. It should not be underestimated. From the green robe, we can tell that Li Jingxu is terrible. I don't know which ten thousand survival points are so easy to make!

When Wuyang came in, Green Robe was putting Yu De down and flew towards the seven-handed Yaksha Dragon. It was a while ago, and the scorpion at the end of the plate was holding a snack and rushed to Green Robe.

He was so happy that he wanted to say a few words to Luluo to please him, but unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred. Qin Wuyang sighed inwardly, and poor classmate Leyuan was going to be the only way to escape, so how could no one give him a gift?

Qin Wuyang strode forward and instantly surpassed one another, but this speed was not taken seriously by everyone. Their eyes were firmly fixed on the green robe.

Leyuan held snacks in one hand and fruit in the other. As soon as he walked to the green robe, he was grabbed by the green robe before he could say anything.

Leyuan felt pain and immediately groaned, threw two plates on the ground made of terrazzo, making a crisp cracking sound. He stopped in surprise, but Qin Wuyang had no intention of stopping. Until this time, Qin Wuyang still used his own power and did not use his true power at all. He was exactly the same as an ordinary person, without any special place, maybe he was just a little stronger.

The old ancestor of the green robe smiled, his hand was like an eagle's claw, and instantly broke the ribs of the wild bones, opened his bloody mouth, and lay on the bloody wound and sucked hard.

The green robe ancestor shrank and sucked one of his heart into his mouth. Leyuan let out a shocking scream, and his tiger's face was full of fear and confusion. Why is his fate so tragic? Heaven is really unfair! A face not far behind him was pale as snow. He had been in this poison nest for many years, but he had never seen such a vicious thing. Someone could not tolerate such a vicious heart. This person was not dead. There was more than one person who had this mentality. The female Kunlun Shi Yuzhu was also quite dissatisfied with this, but she was not good at asking for her own ability and could only do nothing!

Qin Wuyang doesn’t have such an sigh!

Just as the Green-robed Ancestor lowered his head, Qin Wuyang's eyes flashed, his figure soared, and he approached the Green-robed Ancestor in an instant.

Turning around, the sword was unsheathed, and stabbed forward silently without breath.


Chapter completed!