No one appeared in the woods, only the sound of gold and iron coming from the distance.
Another old man suppressed them one-on-one, and they were still unable to escape and rescue Li Ruolan. He was so anxious that he had to deal with the knife. Even if he was hit by the knife, he would rush over to save her.
Suddenly seeing the flying knife appear, they breathed a sigh of relief and felt certain in their hearts.
Ji Xin shouted loudly: "Junior Sister Li, don't worry, we can handle it!"
Li Ruolan stopped and turned to look over.
She guessed that Ji Xin's voice earlier was aimed at Zhao Dahe, just to force Zhao Dahe to take action.
She sighed secretly.
No matter how much trouble there is, Junior Brother Zhao will never see himself in danger. Senior Brother Ji uses this to force Junior Brother Zhao to take action. However, Junior Brother Zhao is very smart and cannot get rid of the sand in his eyes. He is afraid that he has already been remembered by Senior Brother Ji.
Made a fortune.
Zhou Jinchun raised his voice and said: "Junior Brother Zhao!"
"Chichi!" Two whistles sounded, and Chu Li took action again.
"Ding ding..." The two old men swung their long knives.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the two old men turned around and left.
According to Chu Li's current cultivation level, it is not difficult to kill them. These two people are better than the elders of the White Tiger Sect, but they cannot stop their own flying knives.
But now he is pretending that he has not recovered his cultivation, and the power of the flying knife is not that strong. If he kills them with one knife, his secret will be revealed.
Chu Li floated down to Li Ruolan and hugged his fists.
Ji Xin smiled and said, "Junior Brother Zhao is indeed by our side."
Chu Li looked at him deeply: "You guys are traveling too slowly."
He knew Ji Xin's little thoughts clearly, but he didn't mind. Women who fall in love often have their eyes covered. If she could see more clearly, she would become calmer and not like her so much.
Ji Xin has a good skin, but no matter how good the skin is, if the heart is not beautiful, it will slowly lose its luster.
Zhou Jinchun said with a smile: "Junior Brother Zhao, why don't you just come with us? With your bright sword, Junior Brother Zhao, who dares to come for death?"
"That's right." Ji Xin smiled and said, "Just go together."
Chu Li looked at Li Ruolan: "Senior Sister Li?"
"It's up to you." Li Ruolan looked like she was rejecting others from thousands of miles away.
Chu Li nodded softly: "Since Senior Sister Li has no objection, then I will listen to Senior Brother Ji and Senior Brother Zhou!"
The four of them were on their way together. Zhou Jinchun was very enthusiastic towards Chu Li and explained the strange things of the Guangming Holy Cult. Chu Li listened with great interest.
Ji Xin originally had no interest in talking to Li Ruolan, but Li Ruolan was very cold. He stopped asking for trouble and participated in the conversation between Chu Li and Zhou Jinchun.
Li Ruolan barely said a word, her face covered with white gauze, so her expression could not be seen.
With Chu Li around, they relaxed and were not in a hurry. They rested for one night and then slowly set off on the road the next day.
At noon, they came to the top of a mountain, sat on the boulder on the top of the mountain, looked down at the vast woods, and saw the blue and white clouds in the distance, and a sense of leisure arose spontaneously.
"Haha, with a master like you, Junior Brother Zhao, by my side, I really feel very safe." Zhou Jinchun shook his head and praised, "No need to worry anymore!"
Chu Li said: "Senior Brother Zhou, I am not invincible."
"Your bright sword is invincible in the world." Zhou Jinchun praised: "How many of you can stop it? I heard that several of the elders of the White Tiger Sect have fallen into your hands, so you can dominate the world!"
Chu Li said: "My cultivation level has not recovered yet."
"No rush." Zhou Jinchun said: "You are strong enough now!"
Chu Li said: "I'm just afraid of meeting people from Haicang Mountain!"
His face showed seriousness.
"Those guys in Haicang Mountain are terrifying." Zhou Jinchun said: "It is said that their swordsmanship is incredibly powerful, so be extremely careful when facing them."
Chu Li glanced at the mountainside.
Several figures emerged from the woods, running through the treetops as if they were walking on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, these six figures appeared in front of Chu Li and the others. They drew their swords and stabbed them directly. The sword light was like lightning, and the sword tip was in front of them instantly.
"Haicangshan disciples, please don't confront them head-on!" Li Ruolan shouted, swinging his sword with his left hand.
"Chi chi chi chi..." Chu Li kept waving his hands.
"Ding ding ding ding..." The sound of swords clashing kept ringing.
Chu Li's air sword hit their swords one by one, and the swords flew out of his hands immediately.
They drew their swords with their left hands and rushed towards Chu Li together. Two of them waved their swords in front, as if they were holding two shields, and the four behind them followed closely behind.
Chu Li was surprised.
I didn't expect Haicangshan to have this trick, with two swords on the left and right, a right-hand sword and a left-hand sword. Unfortunately, they only have two swords, which is not enough.
He sneered and shot out pieces of air knife, deliberately weakening the power, so that they kept getting closer and closer.
His Great Round Mirror Wisdom observed their thoughts. As they got closer, the idea of rushing out of the four people behind him became stronger and stronger. He waited for the best distance to kill them with one sword.
Chu Li was also waiting until the distance was close enough.
He fiercely shot out two flying knives, getting ahead of them before they could attack.
"Ding..." The two long swords swung up and flew out.
Chu Li kept waving his hands, and then shot the air knife into the chests of the two of them.
The two flew up, revealing four people behind them.
The four of them were overtaken at the critical moment and were caught off guard. They were suddenly faced with a flying knife, only four steps away. There was no way to avoid it. They flew straight out.
They spit blood in the air.
Chu Li raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "Haicang Mountain is rich enough!"
These six people were all wearing precious armor and were invulnerable, blocking his flying knives.
The six people used the power of the flying knives to spray out a mouthful of blood in the air and then turned and rushed out. Chu Li did not make any more moves and watched them leave.
Li Ruolan frowned: "It's Haicang Mountain again!"
Chu Li said: "Senior Sister Li, they walked away so easily, one wave after another, there should be another wave, this is their trump card!"
"It should be a master from Zhuanlun Temple." Li Ruolan frowned.
She was obviously wary of the masters of Zhuanlun Temple.
Ji Xin and Zhou Jinchun both looked heavy.
Li Ruolan said: "It's better to leave quickly and try to avoid Zhuanlun Temple!"
Chu Li nodded. He was very curious about the monks in Zhuanlun Temple, but he knew that they must be very dangerous. Now is not the time to see them. There will always be opportunities in the future.
"Namo Amitabha!" A mighty Buddha's call slowly floated up.
A monk wearing a wide red robe was like a leaf blowing in the wind, and the wide red robe was fluttering like a flag.
The name of the Buddha is like a big copper bell, resounding throughout the world and everywhere.
Silently and without a trace of fireworks, he fell in front of the four people and titheed them together: "The poor monk is a good man. He has met four donors."
Chu Li frowned and looked at him.
There is a huge Buddha shadow vaguely behind the head of this supreme monk, looming and appearing, as if he is reciting the Ksitigarbha wheel sutra, and there is a strange aura floating around him.
He knew that others could not see this Buddha image.
This is due to practicing the Ksitigarbha Wheel Sutra to a certain level. The strange breath is the internal power transformed by the Ksitigarbha Wheel Sutra. It is pure and exquisite, far beyond my own comparison.
Monk Zhishan has a strange temperament. At first glance, he looks like a young man, with young facial features and fair skin. But if you look closely at his temperament, he looks like middle-aged. There is vicissitudes and maturity between his brows, making it impossible to tell his true age. (To be continued.)