On the spacious loess road, a young man in black was walking hard with sweat on his face. Every time the young man landed, it would be like a heavy object falling to the ground, hitting the ground heavily and splashing yellow all over the ground.
dust.
Looking closely, I saw that behind the young man in black, he was carrying an extremely huge black sword. The sword had no edge or tip, and its length was almost longer than the boy's height. Such a strange combination made
Many pedestrians in the market couldn't help but cast curious glances at him.
Beside the boy in black, a young scholar in green shirt walked side by side with him. A child, only four or five years old, skipped ahead and turned to look at the boy in black from time to time.
The scholar in green shirt and the child had strange expressions on their faces, they wanted to laugh but didn't dare.
The young man in black glared at them angrily and dragged his feet, which weighed as much as a thousand pounds, to the foot of a big tree on the side of the road.
After walking under the tree, the young man in black turned his head to the sky and planted his head on the cool turf, letting the sweat on his forehead flow down like a stream.
The two companions stood beside him, looking down at him, the smiles on their faces almost unbearable.
The young man in black was naturally Xiao Yan. Looking at the half-smiling expressions of his two junior brothers, he snorted: "You can laugh if you want, be careful not to choke yourself to death!"
The little one burst out with a burst of crisp laughter, and Zhu Yi also smiled: "Senior Brother, what do you think it is bad for you to have a fate with? If you have to have a fate with such a heavy and bulky person, you will suffer a lot, right?"
Xiao Yan scratched his head in distress: "I never thought before that this thing was so heavy that it could suppress the operation of my magic power. I was really exhausted. Carrying this thing back to Hengyue Mountain, just...
It’s scary just thinking about it.”
The little one gloated: "Eldest brother, what sins did you commit in your last life?"
Xiao Yan gave him a sideways look: "On the way back to Hengyue Mountain later, you and I will switch backs. I also used your elixir to buy this thing. If you don't carry it, you won't be able to take the thing back. I owe you the elixir."
I won’t pay it back.”
The little boy suddenly became anxious: "Senior brother, you are a swindler!" Xiao Yan said with a smile: "I am relying on you, what can you do?"
"You..." The little boy was about to speak when his face suddenly changed slightly and he turned to look behind him.
Xiao Yan and Zhu Yi were also startled. They raised their eyes and looked behind the little boy, and saw a man in gray clothes, wearing a big bamboo hat, standing quietly not far from them.
The man in gray clothes took off his hat, revealing a shiny bald head with six neat scars.
"Why is Hui Ku's Thunder Zen in your body? Where is Hui Ku, and where is the relic?" The man in gray asked slowly, his voice was not loud, but it seemed to ring in the hearts of the three of them.
The expressions of the three brothers Xiao Yan changed slightly. The monk in gray clothes just stood there calmly, which put great pressure on them. He didn't even dare to move a little finger.
The three of them looked at each other, their thoughts changing rapidly.
"This monk's cultivation is unfathomable. If the master is not around, it is easy to suffer losses if you try hard." The little one rolled his big black eyes and was the first to say: "A master gave it to our master, and the master passed it on to us.
"
The gray-clothed monk glanced at the little one, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. It was obvious that the little one had already reached the tenth level of Qi cultivation when he was less than five years old.
"I wonder who this master is?" Subconsciously, the gray-clothed monk said in a polite tone. To be able to train such an astonishing disciple as the little one, his master must be no ordinary person.
The little boy shook his head: "Master didn't let us say it."
Xiao Yan looked at the gray-robed monk and asked in a neither humble nor arrogant tone: "I wonder what the master has to say?"
The gray-clothed monk looked at him: "Is the Jing Lei Zen on you? That is my Buddhist magical weapon."
After Xiao Yan was silent for a while, he said: "The magical weapon was given to me by my mentor. I dare not give it to others without my mentor's permission."
The monk in gray suddenly opened his drooped eyelids, his divine light surged, and he stared straight at Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan was shaken and almost fainted. Under the gaze of the monk in gray, Xiao Yan even felt guilty that he had committed a heinous crime.
But he was extremely determined and calmed down his mind, looking at the monk in gray unyieldingly.
Zhu Yi had been silent, but now he silently took a step forward and stood side by side with Xiao Yan, facing the pressure brought by the monk in gray.
The little boy also lowered his face and stood together with his two senior brothers. The three senior brothers stood side by side and faced the powerful opponent together.
The gray-clothed monk's eyes flashed, his eyelids drooped again, and the pressure suddenly disappeared. Xiao Yan and the three of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and then they realized that their backs were soaked with cold sweat.
"The monk who gave you the Thunder Zen, do you know where he is now?" The monk in gray thought for a while and asked.
The little one answered first: "I don't know, it was almost half a year ago when we met him."
"Half a year ago?" The monk in gray asked, "Where did we meet?"
The little boy replied without hesitation: "It is near Tianjing, the capital of the Zhou Dynasty. If you want to find someone, you might as well go to Tianjing."
The gray-robed monk stared at the three people for a long time, nodded, clasped his hands and said, "Namo Amitabha, thank you to the three little donors." Before he finished speaking, the people had disappeared from where they were.
Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment: "The thunder was loud and the raindrops were light, this monk just left like that?"
The little one said angrily: "Senior brother, do you still hope that he will really take action and stew the three of us brothers?"
Zhu Yi pondered and said: "This monk is likely to make a comeback. Let's go back and join the master as soon as possible."
Xiao Yan and Xiao Budian nodded together, and the three brothers quickly walked out of the city.
There was a slight fluctuation in the air, and the monk in gray appeared, staring at their retreating figures.
"I put out a long line, I hope I can catch a big fish." The monk in gray sighed and followed behind the three of them.
When Xiao Yan and others were leaving the city gate, they happened to see a group of people entering the city and passed by the three of them.
An old man in the crowd suddenly frowned and approached the leading young man: "Master Tian, I just saw a child..."
Master Tian asked: "What's wrong with the child?"
The old man replied: "I have seen Shi Ziling in the past. The child just now has a 70% to 80% resemblance to Shi Ziling's facial features."
Yu Tian's eyes flashed: "Did you read that correctly?"
Shi Ziling is none other than Shi Tianhao, the little boy’s father.
The old man nodded: "Master Tian knows that my eyes are the most accurate at remembering people. The child is at least 70% similar to Shi Ziling. If the child was still alive, he would be this old."
Yu Tian lowered his head and thought for a while, then ordered: "Go, find two people, follow them and have a look, observe them, and report back when you find their whereabouts."
…………
In a small valley a hundred miles east of Hengyue Mountain.
In the Yellow Spring Pearl, Lin Feng was driving the Arhat Formation of the Twenty-Four Heavens and forcibly refining Sikong Nan with the immeasurable Buddha's light.
The old ghost kept roaring and resisting. Although he could not control the Huangquan Pearl, he could still borrow some of the power of the Huangquan Pearl by living in it for a long time. Lin Feng was still unable to do anything to him for the moment.
While Lin Feng was driving the Twenty-Four Heavens Arhat Formation, he was searching the system.
"The Ghost King Cannon...the art of the Night Walk of One Hundred Ghosts...is here, here it is!"
(PS: Thanks to classmates adsssA for the reward. In order to celebrate the birth of the first deacon in this book, a special chapter has been added, so today is still the third update!
The second update is at around 2pm, and the third update is at around 8pm.
The great masters are all league leaders, so naturally I can’t compete with them, but I sincerely hope that one day I can have that.
A tall building rises from the ground, the first deacon, the first church leader, the first protector, the first elder, and finally the first leader, step by step, I hope that one day. I also invite all my friends
Thank you for your support. I will definitely work hard to write the book well so that everyone can enjoy reading it. If everyone is happy, I will be happy!