Whether it is the monk, the six-door bronze medal catcher, or the middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, he is very knowledgeable.
It is precisely because of their broad knowledge that they clearly understand the terror of Jiang Xin.
The strength and realm he showed were clearly just after he first entered the realm of true essence, yet he was able to fight in the middle of the river for such a long time.
After killing seven of them, oh, now there is an eight-headed demon. It still looks like it is on the verge of collapse and is about to run out of energy and blood, but it still does not fall.
They think they are not bad either, and their abilities in the Medicine City are pretty good.
But if they are asked to go to the center of the river to fight those demons, not to mention eight, even one of them is a problem.
The three of them are all in the realm of true energy, close to the peak, but to fight in the middle of the river is really just giving food to the demon.
Therefore, the three of them were ridiculed by the ordinary civilians next to them, and their words paused.
The Bronze Medal Han Catcher from the Six Gates glanced at the civilian with a gloomy face. The aura he brought about made Wang Fuyuan tremble physically and mentally, and he felt uneasy in his heart.
The monk with red lips and white teeth, wearing plain monk robes, stood in front of him, and his terrifying aura disappeared immediately.
The monk looked ashamed, clasped his hands and said: "The donor is right, we should go and help, but the poor monk has low skills. Not only will he not be able to help, but he will be a drag on the young hero."
As for the middle-aged man with an ordinary face, he looked at all this with a smile from beginning to end, as if he didn't care and continued the topic just now.
"From my perspective, that person not only has the shadow of the ten bloody battle styles in the army, but his riding skills should be extraordinary.
"The waves on the river were turbulent and continuous. He stood on the blue waves, lowered his waist and stood up straight, pumping his fists in time with the rhythm. The waves not only did not weaken his strength, but made his punching power even higher.
"From my point of view, if Dragon Tiger Fist is real, maybe this person really may come from the Zhang family in Kyoto..."
This judgment omitted a lot of steps. The young monk didn't understand it for a while, but as soon as the idea of catching the head with a bronze medal changed, he understood everything.
Ordinary martial arts sects don't have much instruction in riding skills, and it's usually enough to know how to do it.
After all, they don’t have a strong need in this area. Traveling around the world and riding a horse will be enough. Of course, this is also because many big names don’t have vast venues and corresponding racecourses. The children in the faction want to have deep knowledge in riding.
No.
They don't have this condition.
Only some military families or top wealthy families will strictly teach their children. Their family martial arts are often related to riding skills, or have certain riding skills requirements.
Judging from this inference, the young man in Jiangzhong is likely to come from a top wealthy family.
Yes, they have already seen that the person in the river is a young man, because his energy and blood are majestic and masculine, just like the rising sun.
He is definitely not old and is in a very young stage.
This is also in line with the requirements of the top aristocratic families.
As for Zhang Mingtu coming from an ordinary family, none of the three people present believed it.
Ordinary people don't even have access to horses, let alone practice such powerful martial arts.
It is said that literary studies require the accumulation of more than three generations from a humble family or even an aristocratic family.
But the Martial Saint has more needs in this area. Judging from this young man's movements, fluency in punching, and his age, he can really be regarded as the seed of a Martial Saint.
It is impossible for such a character to be born into a family of ordinary people.
There may be people with extraordinary talents, but they lack the corresponding skills and the corresponding time talent. They cannot turn into strength and will just waste away.
Wang Fuyuan was helped by the monk. He knew in his heart that the monk Heshan looked at the crumbling figure in the river and felt quite uneasy. He knelt on his knees and kowtowed to the young monk three times.
"Please help me, young master. The young hero saved my life. I don't have the ability. If the young master has this ability, I hope he can bring that young hero back."
Wang Fuyuan couldn't understand many words and didn't know what the three people said, but just by looking at the scene, he felt that Jiang Xin's Zhang Mingtu was quite dangerous.
He knew that the young knight in the river had saved the lives of three of them before he took action. If possible, he would like to repay the favor. However, since he was not capable enough, he could only ask others for help.
"No need to worry too much."
Wang Fuyuan's heart felt cold when he heard this. He wanted to bow again, but was held up by the young monk with one hand. No matter how hard he bowed, he couldn't bow anymore.
But I heard the ordinary middle-aged man next to me say: "There is indeed no need to worry too much. No matter whether the young man comes from a top sect or a wealthy family, there is no way that his family will let him walk freely outside.
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"For such a dangerous action, fighting more than ten demons under the moonlight, the protectors in his family are definitely by his side and cannot go far away."
"We don't need to intervene too much."
Just as he was about to continue speaking, he suddenly heard the young monk shouting: "It's about to end."
The bronze medal catcher surnamed Han also said: "The dust is about to settle."
Wang Fuyuan stood on tiptoes and looked forward hard.
All that could be seen was one huge monster body after another floating scatteredly in the center of the river.
The person who took action, whom the three believed to be a young man, stood in the middle of the river, looked up at the sky for a while, and then turned to look at the shore.
Even from a distance of hundreds of meters, Wang Fuyuan could feel those sharp eyes, shining even in the dark night.
He lowered his head involuntarily, and when he raised his head again, the figure above the river center had disappeared.
The young monk's low sigh reached his ears.
"I have always thought of myself as a genius in the temple. After I came down from the mountain, I realized that I had underestimated the heroes of the world. These are the real young heroes. I was too far behind."
Before the monk finished speaking, he tiptoed and jumped across the water and rushed to the center of the river.
And his movements were quite slow. The ordinary middle-aged man next to him and the bronze medal catcher were one step ahead of him.
The bronze medal catcher and the ordinary middle-aged man both looked at the demon's body first, while the young monk looked at the remaining fist power and the fierce true energy in the middle of the river.
Capt. Han quickly stood on the dragon turtle's body with a disappointed expression on his face, and said disappointedly: "All the essence and blood in the demon body have been drained. It's a very clever technique, and there is nothing left."
There was not much expression on the face of the ordinary-looking middle-aged man. His eyes were more focused on the wound, looking at the various marks and moves on the wound.
At this moment, he stood next to the young monk and said: "Young monk of Donglin Temple, do you see anything? Apart from the Dragon and Tiger Fist, are there any traces?"
"The true essence is strong and powerful, and it should be the top martial arts, but for some reason, I not only feel the true meaning of Taoism, but also the Buddha nature of my Buddhism."
The old monk frowned, a little confused.
"The person has left, and his protectors should have taken him away."