The person holding Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing's shoulders was none other than Jin Lun Dharma King.
Although he didn't pay much attention just now, when he saw a group of Mongolian officers and soldiers rushing towards him, he quickly glanced around the store with his peripheral vision. Seeing that the two people looked panicked and almost wanted to run away, he guessed that they were not dealing with this group of Mongolian soldiers.
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At that moment, he no longer hesitated and took action to restrain the two of them. As soon as he met the Dharma King, he saw that the two of them looked familiar, but for a moment, he couldn't figure out where he had seen them before.
This led to the previous question.
Not as calm as Jinlun Dharma King, Brother Yin and Zhao looked at the Mongolian officers and soldiers who were getting closer and closer, their expressions had become extremely ugly. This time they were not far away from the Chongyang Palace. As long as they could escape, they would be able to escape.
Return to the mountain to ask for help.
At that moment, the two people quickly turned their heads and looked at each other. They both saw the determination in each other's eyes. They nodded without hesitation. They pulled out the swords at their waists with a swipe. The two swords came out at the same time, stabbing left and right.
He wanted to force him back and break out of the way.
But who is Jin Lun Dharma King? He is a great master of the current generation. His internal strength is only inferior to that of Lao Wujue and Zhou Botong, and is a few points higher than today's Guo Jingshi. These are the original words of the book, and they cannot be false.
The two swords were sharp and fast, piercing the Dharma King's waist on the left and right sides, but he did not dodge. He moved his hands from their shoulders and quickly grabbed their elbows. The huge force actually forced their arms.
It could no longer move at all, and the long sword naturally stopped in mid-air.
With a laugh, the inner strength of His Holiness's right hand collapsed and spread to Zhao Zhijing's right arm. Zhao Zhijing felt his right arm shake violently, half of his chest felt hot, and with a clang, the long sword fell from his hand and fell to the ground.
Yin Zhiping learned from Zhao Zhijing's mistakes and immediately used his strength to fight back. Unexpectedly, the Dharma King's internal strength was both strong and soft. With a click, the long sword broke from the break, leaving only half of the sword in his hand.
Seeing that the two people looked miserable at this time, the Dharma King spread his hands and put them on the shoulders of Yin and Zhao again. He smiled and said: "You two don't know each other, why do you need to use force? With such skill, they are already the first-class swordsmen in China."
Sir, how about you please sit down and talk?"
He didn't strike with any force, but he put his hands together so casually that the two were unable to dodge. He felt a thousand pounds of force pressing down on his shoulders, which was extremely heavy. He could only resist with his internal strength. How could he dare to answer? He was afraid of opening his mouth.
After that, his inner breath became loose, and all the bones from his shoulders to his waist were crushed by the Dharma King.
At this time, the Mongolian officers and soldiers who rushed in were already living around. The leading general was from a thousand households. He knew that the Dharma King was the Mongolian protector of the country. Kublai Khan, the four kings, regarded him with great respect. He immediately stepped forward to salute and said: "The country
Master, these two Taoists stole military horses and beat officers and soldiers, Master Domeng took action..."
Before he finished speaking, he glanced at Yin Zhiping several times and suddenly asked, "Is this Master Yin Zhiping Yin?"
Yin Zhiping nodded, feeling strange that he didn't recognize who that person was.
Seeing this, His Holiness loosened the hand on his shoulder slightly and reduced the pressure slightly, thinking: "These two Taoist priests are only about forty years old. It is not easy for them to have such pure internal skills."
The Mongolian Qianhu said with a smile: "Don't Master Yin recognize me? Nineteen years ago, we roasted yellow sheep together in the Huazizm Desert. My name is Sado."
Yin Zhiping took a closer look, suddenly felt in his heart, and said happily: "Ah! Not bad, not bad! You have a big beard now, and I couldn't recognize it for a moment!"
Sado smiled and said: "The villain has traveled tens of thousands of miles from east to west, north and south, and his hair and beard have turned gray, but the Taoist master's appearance has not changed much. No wonder the Great Khan said that you monks are all gods."
After saying that, he turned to the King of Dharma and said: "Master Guo, this Taoist has been to the Western Regions before. He was invited by the Great Khan. It seems that he is one of his own."
The Dharma King nodded when he heard this, and then he took his hands off their shoulders.
At that time, Genghis Khan invited Qiu Chuji to meet him in the Western Regions and consult him on the art of longevity. Qiu Chuji traveled thousands of miles to the west, bringing with him 19 disciples. Yin Zhiping was the eldest disciple, and he was at home among them.
Genghis Khan sent 200 troops and horses to guard Qiu Chuji and others. At that time, Sado was just a soldier and was among the 200 people, so he knew Yin Zhiping.
Later, he fought in various places for twenty years and was promoted to a thousand households through his meritorious service. Unexpectedly, he suddenly met him here. He was extremely happy. He immediately ordered the waiters in the tea shop to prepare wine and dinner while he sat in the last seat to accompany him. He showed great respect to Yin Zhiping.
The incident of stealing a horse and beating an official just happened, so Sado laughed it off. He asked Qiu Chuji and the other eighteen disciples if they were okay. Talking about the old things from his youth, he couldn't help but feel quite sad and proud.
King Jinlun had also heard of Qiu Chuji's name and knew that he was the best master of the Quanzhen Sect. At this time, seeing that Yin and Zhao were not weak in martial arts, he thought that the Quanzhen Sect's swordsmanship and internal skills were indeed well-deserved, and he was lucky enough to receive one this time.
If you take action, you will have the upper hand. Otherwise, if you really do it, it will take twenty or thirty moves to win.
Otherwise, Dharma King's actual combat ability is worrying. Even a third-generation disciple would feel that it would take twenty or thirty moves to win. If Dongzhang were here, he would have to laugh at him.
Qiu Chuji couldn't survive more than ten moves in Huang Yaoshi's hands, let alone his disciples and grandsons.
Not long after, the waiter in the store cleared the messy table again and served a table of good food. Everyone was a bold man, and they were enjoying their meal. Sado asked on a whim: "Taoist Master Yin, have you seen it?"
Our Fourth Prince?"
Yin Zhiping shook his head hesitantly.
Sado said: "Prince Kublai Khan is the fourth son of the four great kings of Tuo Lei. He is wise and kind, and is supported by everyone in the army. The young general is about to report the military situation. If the two Taoists have nothing important to do, please come with us."
How about we go and meet him?"
Yin Zhiping was absent-minded and shook his head again. Zhao Zhijing thought about it and asked Fa Wang: "Master, are you also going to pay homage to the Fourth Prince?"
Jin Lun Dharma King squinted at Zhao Zhijing and said, "I just came out from the prince's place. This time I was ordered to go to Zhongnan Mountain to hold a demon-slaying conference."
"Demon-slaying conference?" Yin and Zhao said in unison.
"Yes." The Dharma King nodded, glanced at Sado next to him, and said: "This is the plan set by the Fourth Prince against the devil Dongzhang. This man has been endangering the world for a long time and has a great reputation. The king's move is for
Eliminate harm from the rivers and lakes.”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The King of Dharma spoke in a high-sounding way. In his words, Kublai Khan, the Mongolian army, actually became a peace messenger who maintained the stability of the world, while Dongzhang became a harm to the world and everyone.
The big devil who got it and killed him.
Hearing the word Dongzhang, Yin and Zhao both felt their hearts skip a beat and looked at each other. Zhao Zhijing stroked his beard and laughed, saying: "That's really a great thing. What the fourth prince did is really good news to people in the world. The evil demon Dongzhang
He behaves arrogantly and domineeringly, and we, the Quanzhen Sect, have been seeing trouble with him for a long time."
After speaking, he glanced at Yin Zhiping, who had a gloomy expression, and said: "Besides, our Junior Brother Yin has received great care from him! I must be still feeling a dull pain in my heart now..."
The last sentence was even more prolonged, and anyone could hear the strangeness in the words.
The Dharma King was startled and said calmly: "Oh~ Brother Yin also has a grudge against that Dongzhang?"
Being pushed out by his senior brother and brought to the center of the topic, Yin Zhiping looked extremely embarrassed and said: "It's not a big hatred, it's just a small festival."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zhijing said in a strange tone: "Is that so? Junior Brother Yin, how can I remember that he almost killed you that day?"
"Brother!
"Yin Zhiping didn't want to mention this nonsense, but Zhao Zhijing mentioned it again and again, making Yin Zhiping feel uncomfortable.
Zhao Zhijing could naturally see that he coveted the little dragon girl at a glance. None of the disciples and uncles in the sect understood this. This was already a violation of the sect rules. He could also see the clues as to why Dong Zhang beat him that day. This was not
It was an innocent beating, but it was his own dishonesty that made Dong Zhang suddenly take action.
As an admirer of Xiao Longnu, he could certainly see that the cold girl's heart had long been attached to Dongzhang. He could not mistake that look. It was a concrete expression of loving someone. They were both talented and beautiful, Dongzhang was old.
A round younger than himself, he is already a well-known figure in the martial arts world, but this is just wishful thinking.
He had already given up on Xiao Longnu during the Battle of Heartless Valley, so he naturally didn't want to mention her anymore. Naturally, he had hatred in his heart for Dongzhang. After all, he was humiliated by him in front of his sweetheart.
No man can tolerate it, and Yin Zhiping is no exception.
But so what? If you are weaker than others, you will only get beaten. This is an ironclad fact in the world.
As a human spirit, Jinlun Dharma King naturally saw Yin Zhiping's face in his eyes, and his heart moved, thinking to himself: "Quanzhen Sect is a major sect in the Central Plains martial arts. If they can win over the help of Mongolia, it will be really great."
It's a wonderful feat. I'll give you an explanation when I see the prince in the future."
With such a change of thought, he expressed his sincere acceptance of Yin and Zhao in his words.
Said: "Since we all have a common enemy, it's easy to talk about it, Brother Yin! Dong Zhang, I know a little about this person myself. He is a lawless and arrogant boy! Don't be afraid! I am on your side to support you.
This time the heroes gathered in Zhongnan Mountain to discuss how to defeat the devil Dongzhang. As the host of Zhongnan Mountain, you must also contribute to the Jianghu, what do you think?"
Fa Wang has said this, how can Yin and Zhao not know what he means? Zhao Zhijing readily agreed immediately and said with a smile: "Okay! I, Zhao, can count on me to defeat this devil!"
After speaking, he looked at Yin Zhiping, who had not moved at all. His Holiness also glanced at the hesitant Yin Zhiping, with a faint sense of oppression in his aura.
Being watched by everyone at the table at the same time, one can imagine the pressure Yin Zhiping felt at this time. Fine beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead, and his heart was in a mess. The beauty in white flashed in his mind, and her smiles
It was all deeply imprinted in my mind, and finally the figure of Xi Huiyi flashed out, and the embarrassing scene of being kicked over by him that day reappeared in my mind one by one.
Gritting his teeth, Yin Zhiping felt fierce and said: "National Master, when will this demon-slaying conference start?"
With a silent smile, Jinlun Dharma King raised his head and drank a bowl of wine in one gulp, saying: "Three months later..."