Looking at the handsome little Taoist priest and the little bald man in front of him, Zhuang Potian was a little surprised and confused.
He couldn't see through these two people, so he didn't dare to take action rashly.
"As a person from Tiangan Continent, you are willing to be a lackey of the upper world and swing the butcher knife at your own people. Tsk tsk...it's a bit disgraceful, right?"
The little Taoist priest chuckled nonchalantly, his tone as calm as the breeze, and there was no hint of joy.
Without waiting for Zhuang Potian to speak, the little Taoist priest turned to look at the little bald head again, and said in a joking tone: "Hey, what do you mean? When I see injustice on the road, I roar, and I will take action when it is time to take action. Don't you have any Are you going to imitate me in every way?"
The little bald man with silver eyes glanced at the little Taoist priest with contempt in his eyes: "Are you people in the Tianshi Mansion so self-righteous? Or...are you the most unserious and a fake Taoist priest?"
"Tch...are you embarrassed to say that to me? Don't you often drink meat and wine, and keep it in the heart of the Buddha? Although there is a certain truth in what he said, the living Buddha who said this also said the second half of the sentence, That is, 'If people in the world learn from me, it will be like entering the devil's way'! Tsk tsk... tell me, are you a fake monk?"
The little Taoist said with a smile.
"none of your business."
The little bald man cursed.
"Wow...you just curse people when you can't speak. You are such a clever little kid."
The little Taoist priest spread his hands and jumped down from the green bull.
"Zhang Zihua, don't force me, otherwise I will talk about friendship, but this seven-star sword in my hand will not talk about friendship!"
The little monk with silver eyes looked a little dangerous.
"Huiwu, are all of you from Leiyin Temple so domineering?"
Zhang Zihua seemed a little surprised.
"You two...I'm still here, do you really not take me seriously?"
Seeing the little Taoist priest and the little monk arguing fiercely as if no one was watching, Zhuang Potian immediately became angry.
After all, he is also the majestic leader of the Xiaoyao Sect! He can be regarded as a master... Although Xiaoyao Sect has been leveled by that little girl with a sword, at least he has been there before.
And these two little guys actually ignored him so much, which was simply unbearable!
"Hey, for a flattering guy like you, a little mouse who can even abandon the entire sect for the sake of your own personal future, why don't you sneak away on your own?"
"What does it mean to attract our attention? Do you think that since we are monks, we really won't kill animals? Huiwu, do you think so?"
Zhang Zhua looked at the silver-eyed young monk Huiwu with piercing eyes.
"Although I hate you as a person, what you are saying now is quite pleasant. You are a disgusting guy like a mouse, but he doesn't have any self-awareness, so let the little monk save him!"
In the silver-pupiled eyes, murderous intent surged.
At this moment, Zhuang Potian felt chills all over his body.
A feeling of invincibility quickly emerged.
A big ax appeared in his hand, and Zhuang Potian's cultivation at the peak of the Dao realm was clearly revealed.
"I really want to see if you two little guys are as good with your hands as you are with your words!"
Zhuang Potian is a master after all. If he was so frightened by a few words that he ran away in despair, then he would really have no face at all.
"Donor, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!"
Huiwu kindly advised.
"Stop your ma!"
Zhuang Potian was furious. The little bald man kept telling him to put down the butcher knife. What do you mean by the dazzling seven-star sword in your hand?
Feelings, I want to put down my butcher knife so that you can chop me down, okay?
"Donor, the sea of suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will find shore again!"
Hui Wu had a calm mind: "Since the donor is stubborn and stubborn, I can only save the donor!"
The words just fell.
The figure of the silver-eyed little monk suddenly disappeared.
"Um?"
Zhuang Potian was shocked as Hui Wu disappeared from his perception.
Without thinking, he immediately smashed the space talisman in his hand.
Between losing face and losing face by fleeing in despair, he decisively chose to save his own life!
If you lose face, you can still earn it again, but if you lose your life, then you really have nothing.
What a pity.
The silver talisman was broken.
But his figure still stayed where he was.
"Um?"
When Zhuang Potian was puzzled, a seven-star sword pierced his body from the back and pierced his heart.
"How come?"
Zhuang Potian didn't understand until his death why the space talisman seal didn't work.
He suddenly caught a glimpse of the young monk with silver eyes. With a casual move, a red cassock appeared in the space.
"Is that so? This space has been reserved in advance!"
Zhuang Potian finally came to his senses at this moment.
In his last glance before his death, he saw Hui Wu, pulled out the seven-star sword, put it away, and put on a red cassock.
Then the young monk recited with a devout face: "Amitabha, in order to save this evil man today, I just killed him recklessly. The Buddha must forgive the young monk!"
Zhang Zihua stood aside, folding his arms and marveling, which made everyone watch with gusto.
"Little monk, I didn't expect that you didn't practice martial arts, but you came prepared, tsk tsk..."
Zhang Zihua was amazed.
"Tch...aren't you already prepared? It's just that the monk is faster than you. I went out to beg for alms today, and I think I got a lot of good things."
After Huiwu said "sin", he began to search up and down Zhuang Potian's body.
Zhang Zihua's mouth twitched. What a begging person. He directly forcibly saved the person and then called it "begging for alms"!
This will take a few more times, and once the reputation spreads, if people in the world hear the word "alms" again, they will definitely smile and donate generously, right?
Zhang Zihua did not argue with the young monk anymore, but quickly crouched down and helped Jiang Li recover.
In that small independent world that was cut off.
Mengyue was already at the end of her rope.
At this moment, she was holding a silver sword, half-kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily.
Sweat dripped uncontrollably on his face.
"Little girl, for you to be able to fight like this with us, there is no doubt about your strength and talent."
"It's a pity that you made a wrong choice, so you will have to die early."
Huntuo seemed to feel a little pity.
"Let's take action and kill her directly. Our real goal this time has not been successfully solved yet."
Yutuo's tone was a little impatient. It was obvious that he had praised Haikou at first, but was beaten so hard by Mengyue that he couldn't fight back. It was such a loss of face, and now he couldn't wait to kill Mengyue.