The little lama's reminder was already too late. The big lama snorted coldly and glanced at the man squinting. With a move of Xuan Gong, the fleshy palms of his hands were strangely ignited with flames. He saw the man raised them and threw them.
Coming over, the great lama raised his palms to form a sword and struck him in the air.
A long flaming sword flashed out of thin air, and struck the man holding the sword in the head with a scorching wave of air. Everyone who saw this scene was dumbfounded. They did not expect that this great lama would have such strong martial arts.
If this knife were to hit the man, the man would definitely be split in half and die.
The man felt the heat wave coming. When he looked up, the anger on his face immediately turned into panic. He could no longer hold back, let alone dodge. He raised the long knife across his head to resist the flaming long knife. Unfortunately,
The flaming sword was an invisible thing. How could it be resisted? There was deep despair in the man's eyes, and the little lama even closed his eyes, unable to bear to witness the bloody scene.
Silence! The restaurant is completely silent!
"Huh? Who is this person?"
After waiting for a long time, the pain of death did not come. The man heard the whisper in his ear and finally opened his eyes tremblingly.
"Well……"
Standing in front of him was an extraordinary young man in Taoist attire. The young man put his left hand behind his back and raised his right hand diagonally. A huge shield of true energy bloomed from the palm of his hand. The flaming sword energy from the great lama struck the shield of true energy.
The air shield swayed slightly, and the flame sword energy was dissolved into nothingness.
The strong man swallowed hard. His face was not only filled with shock, but also with lingering fear after the disaster. His eyes were fixed on the tall figure standing in front of him. He didn't know what it was.
How sacred.
"Good kung fu!" The great lama looked at the young man in front of him with a hint of approval in his eyes.
The young man curled his lips and said, "Thank you, Master!"
"Name: Jiumozhi
Age:55
Character level: Level 6
Character source: [Dragon and the Eight Parts]
Character strength: mid-term innate.
Ancient martial arts that can be inherited: Flame Sword [Not inherited]
Small Phaseless Skill [Not passed down]
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Other inheritable skills:…
Character introduction: Jiumozhi, Tubo's national preceptor, also known as Maha Lun Ming Wang, is talented and intelligent. After being taught the "flaming knife" magical power by the master of the Nyingma sect of the Tibetan secret sect, he wiped out the black sect in Tubo. He is powerful in the western border and has a wealth of skills.
They have all reached extremely high realms, possess great wisdom, and are proficient in Buddhism..."
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"cousin!"
When the young lama saw this young man who suddenly appeared, his eyes were filled with surprise, and his face burst into a smile that was as bright as any color. He called out. The bones of the person who screamed were so soft that their bones became numb.
"Cousin? Is Gusu Murong Fu also here?" Chen Jinyuan was startled, and turned his head to look behind him, but except for a few diners behind him, there were no masters anywhere. When he turned his head again, he saw the little lamana
His fiery eyes were fixed on himself.
"Cousin, I am Yu Yan!" Seeing that Chen Jinyuan seemed not to recognize him, the little lama quickly took off the monk-lama hat he was wearing.
A head of black and bright hair, pouring down like a waterfall, draped long behind his back, the little lama gently shook his head. He pushed the messy hair back and wore a loose lama suit.
It can't cover up her graceful figure. She is so beautiful that when she looks back, she is alluring. It's like a fairy descending to earth. The words "sinking fish and falling geese," and "the moon is shy of flowers" may not be enough to describe her beauty.
Beautiful! So beautiful!
The restaurant instantly became quiet. No matter whether they were men or women, everyone's eyes were focused on the little lama who suddenly transformed. The space seemed to be frozen, and many people didn't even know they had nosebleeds.
Chen Jinyuan was also stunned for a moment. Although he had already guessed her identity, he was still stunned by her appearance. When he came to his senses and was about to speak, Nephrite had already thrown herself into his arms.
"Uh..." Chen Jinyuan's body froze. He smelled the faint fragrance of the beauty and didn't know where to place his hands. He was completely confused by this sudden embrace.
"Cousin, I knew you would definitely come to save me!" The tears soaked a large area of Chen Jinyuan's chest. This beautiful woman actually lay on Chen Jinyuan's chest and cried, giving people the feeling of
It was like a kidnapped girl suddenly meeting a relative.
"Uh... Miss Wang, have you admitted the wrong person?" After being frozen for a long time, Chen Jinyuan asked tentatively.
Just now at the stairs, when he heard the conversation of the people upstairs, he already knew who he was summoning this time. He also knew the identity of this woman. When he saw Jiumozhi hurt someone, Chen Jinyuan couldn't help it.
I took action, but I didn't expect such a weird scene to happen.
"Cousin! What did you call me?" Wang Yuyan stopped crying and raised her head to look at Chen Jinyuan doubtfully with her beautiful tear-stained eyes.
"This..." Chen Jinyuan murmured in his heart, why did Wang Yuyan think of herself as Murong Fu? Do she and Murong Fu look very similar?
"It turns out it's Nan Murong, who lives in Xishu, Zhao Chong. Thank you Mr. Murong for saving your life!" Chen Jinyuan was about to ask Wang Yuyan, but was interrupted by the voice of the man holding a knife behind him.
Chen Jinyuan was speechless, as confused as Monk Zhang Er.
"Mr. Murong, this monk is talking about you behind your back. It's extremely abominable. Please ask Mr. Murong to let him have a taste of his power!" The idol in his heart was standing in front of him, and he also took action to save himself. Zhao Chong felt that he could
It can be said that he was extremely excited, and his worship of Murong Fu reached a new peak.
Chen Jinyuan's mind was still a little messy, and he had no intention of paying attention to these minor characters. He waved his hands and said, "This master is just joking, but you, brother, don't be so impulsive in the future, in this world of swords and blood.
, it can easily lead to death."
When Zhao Chong heard this, his fat face turned red, and he said with some embarrassment: "Mr. Murong is indeed open to all rivers and has a broad mind. Zhao Chong has learned the lesson. I will take my leave now. I will repay you for your life-saving grace in the future. If I need help, Zhao Chong will
Someone is here at any time!"
After saying that, Zhao Chong bowed to Chen Jinyuan, turned around and left in a hurry. The remaining diners upstairs also stood up and saluted Chen Jinyuan, and left quickly.
"Cousin, how did you know I'm here?" Wang Yuyan held Chen Jinyuan's arm and refused to let go, as if she really thought Chen Jinyuan was Murong Fu.
"Miss Wang, you have recognized the wrong person, I am not Murong Fu!" Chen Jinyuan smiled bitterly. If it weren't for those clear eyes, he would have almost mistaken this fairy sister for a crazy sister.
"Cousin, are you still angry with Yu Yan? Yu Yan and Mr. Duan really have nothing to do with each other!" When Wang Yuyan heard Chen Jinyuan call her Miss Wang, his tone was almost exactly the same as Duan Yu's, and she immediately thought that Chen Jinyuan was angry with her.
He was so angry that he pulled Chen Jinyuan's arm aggrievedly, as if he was about to cry again.