"These auras are from Huangshan Mountain and belong to my Nie family. How can I teach them to others privately?"
An old monk with white eyebrows seemed to fall from the sky, and with a fierce momentum, he rushed directly in front of Xia Tian and the others.
Although this old monk has white eyebrows and beard, his body is not old at all. On the contrary, he has a strong waist and a tiger's back. He is holding a Zen staff. He looks like a vajra arhat who goes out to slay demons.
Behind him were four or five young and strong young monks, also holding sticks in their hands. One or two of them looked quite familiar. They seemed to be named Mingji and Mingku. They were kicked away by Xia Tian before. Unexpectedly, they were again
Met.
"Uncle San, why are you here?"
When Nie Xiaoli saw this tall old monk with white eyebrows, a look of astonishment appeared on his face.
The white-browed old monk glared at Nie Xiaoli angrily: "You still have the nerve to ask, and you actually colluded with outsiders to seize Huangshan's spiritual veins. You simply don't deserve to live. It's an insult to the Nie family's family tradition. Why don't you die?"
As expected of an old guy who has lived for seventy or eighty years, his mouth is filled with the tone of a feudal patriarch.
To be able to say something about such a stench is normal.
"Old idiot, are you looking for death?
You dare to scold my stewardess wife."
Xia Tian raised his eyes and looked at the old monk unhappily.
When the old monk with white eyebrows heard this, he had a look of contempt on his face and said coldly: "You are Zhang Mingtuo's disciple, what is your name?
That boy Nie Hongfei mentioned your name to me."
"Go back to the abbot, his name is Xia Tian."
Monk Mingji behind him quickly reminded him.
"Yes, it's called Xia Tian."
The old monk with white eyebrows nodded lightly, and then said: "If you dare to beat my disciple like this, even if you kneel on the ground and kowtow to beg for mercy today, you still don't want me to let you go."
Xia Tian curled his lips: "You are mentally ill, so you should go back and wait to die slowly. That way you can at least live for another day or two."
"Oh, you dare to curse your Grandpa Buddha, you are so kind."
The old monk with white eyebrows snorted coldly and stretched out his hands towards Xia Tian: "However, I don't have time to kill you now. I will hand over the Huangshan spiritual veins that you just took away, so that you can be spared your death for the time being."
"Huangshan's spiritual veins are not yours, right?"
Nie Xiaoli couldn't help but retorted: "Even if I have to pay it back, I will give it back to Huangshan."
The old monk with white eyebrows was furious and shouted: "You have no right to speak here, shut up!"
He raised his hand and slapped Nie Xiaoli on the face with a palm as big as a cattail fan.
"Snapped!"
This force is so strong that even rocks can be smashed directly.
"ah!"
Sure enough, half a second later, the monk named Mingji screamed, suddenly covered his face and fell down, and instantly fainted from the pain.
"Um?"
When the old monk with white eyebrows saw this situation, he couldn't help but froze, and then stared at Xia Tian angrily: "You kid is the one who did it, Zhang Mingtuo had similar methods back then. He was indeed his disciple, and even this destructive move is exactly the same."
Xia Tian yawned lazily and said disdainfully: "So you are said to be mentally ill. It's obviously completely different, but you didn't notice it at all.
The master uses the Ruying Sui form among the Nine Needles of the Ghost Gate. That kind of acupuncture is so backward that I stopped using it when I was nine years old."
"Haha, this mouth also likes to talk nonsense."
The old monk with white eyebrows sneered, "It just so happens that Zhang Mingtuo killed many of my clansmen back then, and I want to get some interest back from you today."
Xia Tian shook his head: "Idiots like you are just cowards.
If you have a grudge, you dare not avenge it, and you only dare to attack the enemy's juniors.
But it is a pity that I am more than a hundred times stronger than my master, so you are looking for death."
"Then let's see who dies!"
The old monk with white eyebrows no longer had any patience, so he rushed to the young monk behind him and said: "Set up the formation, seven...six unique formations to open the sky!"
Because Monk Mingji had fallen to the ground and would not wake up for a while, the seven skills could only be changed to the six skills.
However, the old monk with white eyebrows felt that it didn't matter if there was one less person. Anyway, he didn't think that Xia Tian had much strength.
At that time, Zhang Mingtuo was only good at medical skills and acupuncture, but his martial arts skills were sparse and ordinary. How much fighting power could the apprentices he taught have?
"This kind of broken formation is so weak that I don't even bother to take action."
Xia Tian really couldn't cheer up, so he turned to the golden monkey and said: "Hey, monkey, as long as you defeat these idiots, I will not only give you Huangshan's spiritual energy, but also treat your brain. Maybe you can restore your memory."
"Are you serious?"
Sister Jinsi suddenly became energetic and pointed at Xia Tian: "Don't go back on your word!"
Xia Tian curled his lips: "I'm not interested in lying to a monkey."
"Then it's settled."
Sister Jinsi was overjoyed. What she longed for most now was to recover some memories, at least to remember who she was and where she came from. Otherwise, she would really become a complete monkey.
The old monk with white eyebrows raised his hand and shouted to his disciples: "Don't worry about her, just take care of her."
After receiving the order, the six young monks immediately dispersed and surrounded Xia Tian, Nie Xiaoli and Sister Jinsi. As for Huang Yi, these people were not cultivated enough and could not be seen at all.
Of course, the old monk with white eyebrows could see Huang Yi, but he had other plans, so he deliberately ignored him.
"Stick up the sticks and form a formation!"
Monk Mingku, who also had a bruised nose and face, suddenly shouted loudly, picked up the stick in his hand, and stabbed Xia Tian in the back.
Xia Tian stood still, not even looking at him.
"Great, I won't stab you to death this time!"
Monk Mingku obviously wanted to take the opportunity to avenge himself, so he didn't spare any effort.
It's just that the stick he pushed out was gently caught by Sister Jinsi before it touched Xia Tian.
"This..." Monk Mingku had a look of astonishment on his face, "You can actually grab my stick?"
“Is your stick heavy?
Why can’t you catch it?”
Sister Jinsi glared at Monk Mingku, turned around and swept him out with her tail.
Seeing this, several other people responded accordingly and hit Sister Jinsi with five iron rods from all directions.
"Is she in danger?"
Looking at this situation, Nie Xiaoli couldn't help but feel a little worried.
Xia Tian said calmly: "Stewardess wife, don't worry, they are not the opponent of the female monkey yet.
The real danger is not her, but..." "Who is it?"
Nie Xiaoli asked doubtfully.
"Of course it's him."
Xia Tian turned around slightly and looked at Huang Yi.
Nie Xiaoli then turned around and looked over. He was shocked to see the white-browed old monk appearing behind Huang Yi at some point. He immediately exclaimed: "Be careful, behind you!"
"Um?"
Huang Yi's heart trembled, and he also felt a life-and-death crisis. His face couldn't help but change color, but it was too late to dodge at this time.
"If you want to avoid it, it's already too late!"
There was a black energy in the palm of the white-browed old monk's palm, and his palm suddenly turned into a claw, and he grabbed Huang Yi's throat with his backhand.
Huang Yi couldn't understand how sad and angry he was. If he hadn't been trapped for hundreds of years and his body and soul were weak, how could he be caught by such a mortal.
"Haha, that magic dragon is gone, I can't let you run away too."
After the white-browed old monk succeeded, he couldn't help but laugh ferociously, "Although the spiritual energy in your body is only one-third of the original, it is still enough for me to use."
"You, the Nie clan, have been blessed by Huangshan for generations. Is this how you repay your kindness with hatred?"
Huang Yi found that he couldn't break free from the other party's hand, and was frightened again: "Who did you learn this soul confinement technique from?"
The old monk with white eyebrows laughed: "Of course it was taught by that adult. Haven't you learned his methods?"
"Sure enough, it's him again."
Huang Yi was filled with hatred and said to himself: "But don't be complacent. He is just taking advantage of your Nie family lineage. When it is done, you will definitely die in his hands."
The old monk with white eyebrows said calmly: "Huh, of course I know, but as long as I absorb you completely, I don't know who will kill whom."
"Another idiot who wants to eat shit."
Hearing these words, Xia Tian couldn't help laughing, "Stewardess wife, if you want to take charge of the Nie family, you must get rid of people with sick minds like this."
"Haha, you actually want to take charge of the Nie family, little girl, who do you think you are?"
The old monk with white eyebrows scolded with great disdain: "The Nie family belongs to me. When I fully recover and break through several levels, I will kill that bitch Nie Yuntian and then ascend to the position of head of the family.
Under my leadership, the Nie family will definitely become the best family in the world, why should they have to settle in such a miserable place?"
"Huangshan is not a broken place, it is you who are broken!"
Nie Xiaoli categorically retorted: "You are not even worthy of being a human being. Now if you turn around and imprison yourself in Yunxian Temple for the rest of your life, I can still ask Xia Tian to let you live."
"I have no time to talk nonsense with you, I want to get what is rightfully mine now!"
The old monk with white eyebrows didn't bother to listen. He was just trying to buy some time so that he could prepare in advance. He had a feeling that the adult was coming soon, so he had to hurry up.
As he spoke, the black energy in his palm instantly surged, and soon it enveloped Huang Yi's entire body.
"The Soul-Breaking Demon Hand, break it for me!"
Not long after, only wisps of green Qi were seen being drawn out of Huang Yi's body.
"Xia Tian, please help me stop him quickly."
Nie Xiaoli had no other choice but to ask for help from Xia Tian.
Xia Tian hugged Nie Xiaoli's slender waist and said calmly: "Stewardess wife, you don't have to worry, the fun is yet to come, just watch it first."
Nie Xiaoli still looked confused and panicked: "If Huangshan's spiritual veins were sucked away, the consequences would be unimaginable.
How could I not be in a hurry?"
"Stewardess, please relax first."
Xia Tian transferred a ray of ice and fire spiritual energy to Nie Xiaoli, instantly calming her down.
Nie Xiaoli felt a refreshing breath in his body, and his mood really relaxed.
On the other side, the old monk with white eyebrows was already digesting the spiritual energy pouring into his body, and laughed wildly: "Yes, this is the feeling, this is power, this is power.
When I have this power, whether it is Nie Yuntian, Zhang Mingtuo, or anyone else, they will all become my defeated generals and die in my hands, hahaha... eh?"
Just after he laughed a few times, the white-browed old monk's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled, and then his eyes popped out, as if they were about to explode.
"He is..." Nie Xiaoli was shocked by this situation.
"Reiki is not something that anyone can absorb if they want."
Xia Tian lazily yawned, "This idiot doesn't understand this truth, so he is just seeking his own death."