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Chapter 145: Tempered acting skills

In the blink of an eye, a team of experimental combinations fell instantly.

The fat monk and the law enforcer were not surprised, so they walked to the wreckage, found their storage rings, and checked it out.

"Pooh!"

"This kind of stuff, the ring is full of garbage." The fat black-robed monk spat.

"Don't worry, we'll just stay here, there will always be fish swimming over." The expression of the young monk seemed to have never changed.

Phew! Suddenly a gust of cool wind blew in the plains, lifting up his monk's robe. His peaceful face suddenly showed a look of shock, and he looked into the distance.

The sky was blood red. Although it was extremely far away, a bloody tornado could still be seen rolling up into the sky, dyeing the clouds in the sky blood red, like a blood dragon spitting mist.

This bloody tornado came and went away just as quickly.

Not long after, it dissipated between heaven and earth, only to be greeted by waves of heart-chilling breezes.

"It's Xiu Tu." The fat monk looked shocked.

"Only he has such terrifying murderous intent."

"What unlucky guy actually met him?" The executioner's expression was extremely ugly.

The young monk's face could no longer remain peaceful.

"Now that he's here, let's go. Only Xue Wentian here can defeat him."

He said coldly, turned around and walked towards the exit of the teleportation array.

No one wants to fight against this lunatic Xiu Tu. They have already harvested a lot of Yuanling Stones and do not want to take any more risks.

"Help me..."

Suddenly a faint cry for help came from behind.

The three of them stopped and turned around to look.

On the horizon, I saw a man running towards me in embarrassment, at an extremely fast speed. This man's hair was messy, his clothes were torn, and his exposed skin was charred black and bloody. There were many filth on his face, and he was in a miserable state.

His breath was uneven, and he had obviously suffered a serious injury.

"Master... help me." When he saw the three people, he seemed to be grasping a life-saving straw, but he was unsteady on his feet, staggered a few steps, and almost fell to the ground.

"Two masters, this hero, we have been attacked by a murderous maniac. All my companions are dead. Please save me, master." He begged, looking behind him in fear, lest someone catch up.

"Murder? You mean Xiu Tu?" The executioner's envoy frowned.

"That's him! It's so scary. As soon as we met, he chopped our people into ten or eight pieces."

"If I hadn't been quick to spot opportunities, I would have become a ten-dan and eight-dan classmate by now."

"Although Xiu Tu is murderous, he won't attack useless people like you. Could it be that you have something worthy of his attack?" The fat monk's eyes flashed.

Sure enough, there was a look of panic in the man's eyes. This look disappeared quickly, but it all fell into the eyes of the fat monk.

His eyes were wide-eyed, and he handed over your storage ring. Boom! His eyes were wide-eyed, and he took out the golden stick in his hand.

The man took a step back in panic,

"Isn't Buddhism compassionate? Why do you want to steal our Yuanling Stone?"

When the execution hall law enforcement officer heard the word Yuan Lingshi, he glanced at the fat monk in surprise. He was shocked that the fat monk found out that the man in front of him had the Yuan Lingshi with such limited information.

"Hand it over." He shouted, and waved the long sword in his hand, filled with real power. His expression had been tempered for many times. It was like this when he was still collecting protection fees when his cultivation was low.

Later, when he reached the position of law enforcer in the execution hall, he became even more powerful and majestic.

"I have a lot of Yuanling Stones. I'll give you half of them. Please save my life." The man begged and suddenly took out a huge but irregular Yuanling Stone in his hand.

The fat monk and the executioner made the eyes straight.

"There is such a stupid thing! Now it's crazy!" The fat monk laughed loudly, "You can go and die!"

His whole body of Buddhist power danced wildly, and he struck hard with the stick. He wanted to kill someone and seize the Yuanling Stone.

The panic in the man's eyes became even stronger.

However, the stick did not fall. This powerful blow was actually held by the young monk with one hand.

Phew! The unfulfilled true power overflowed and a strong wind blew.

"Senior brother! What are you doing?"

"Are you going to rob me for this? It's not your turn to take action on this kind of thing." The fat monk was puzzled.

But the young monk didn't even look at the fat monk, and slowly walked up to the embarrassed cultivator who was defined as stupid. He clasped his hands together, bent his body deeply, and bowed respectfully.

The fat monk was even more puzzled. He had never seen his senior brother be so respectful to others.

"Senior brother, you can kill this kind of thing, why do you need to salute?"

Bang! A golden palm poked out from the void and struck the fat monk away with a fierce palm. His mouth was full of blood and he was speechless.

The executioner's eyes dropped from his eyes.

"Oh? This trick is interesting." Wang Chen understood that he had been exposed, so he simply stopped acting and straightened up.

"I just said your acting skills were too exaggerated!" Xiaoyao almost laughed out loud.

"I am confident that the costumes, props, and acting skills are all in place." In the spiritual world, acting skills are also very important. But Wang Chen doesn't understand where his flaws are.

The monk bowed respectfully again, then took out his storage ring, held it in the air with his true power, sent it to Wang Chen and said respectfully, "Senior, please, for the sake of being of the same lineage of Buddhism, please hold your hand high and let me go."

, this is the Yuanling Stone we are waiting for, I dare not hide it secretly."

Obviously the monk has recognized the Six Paths Sword, and this inheritance does have a deep connection with Buddhism.

"Wherever you go, what's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine."

Wang Chen took the ring, scanned it with his consciousness, and was slightly shocked by the number of Yuanling stones in it.

These words made the monk hang his head and become silent.

"How did you discover me?" Wang Chen asked as he put away the ring.

"Senior's acting skills are impeccable." The monk said calmly.

Wang Chen's eyebrows twitched, thinking he was mocking him.

"It's just that the young monk has a certain inheritance. It can be seen that you killed many people in one day." The monk was very humble.

"I see, let's go." Wang Chen waved his hand.

"Don't delay my business." Wang Chen was ready to continue the performance. This way of getting the Yuanling Stone was very fast.

The monk bowed respectfully again, and the three of them walked away very quickly.

The fat monk looked behind him doubtfully: "Brother, what did you see with your golden eyes of the Buddha? No matter how you look at that kid, he doesn't look very powerful."

"I saw Xiu Tu."

"What? Xiu Tu was killed by him?" The fat monk was shocked.

He knew that the golden eyes of the pagoda could see the people killed by others that day, and if activated with secret techniques, they could even see the people killed in the past.

"More than that." The monk's face was extremely solemn.

"I also saw Xue Wentian."

Plop! The fat monk's legs gave way and he fell to the ground. He jumped up in embarrassment and ran forward desperately.

He was afraid that Wang Chen would later remember that he had just scolded him for being stupid and useless.

Who is Xue Wentian? He is a young and talented person with a great reputation in the cultivation world. Compared with him, there is nothing more than a world of difference.

"Who is he?" The execution hall law enforcement officer was horrified and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Heir of the Six Paths Sword." The monk said calmly.

"Jiba?" the law enforcer exclaimed. "He actually killed Xue Wentian?"

As Wang Chen's notoriety became more and more famous, almost everyone in the cultivation world knew that he was the inheritor of the Six Paths Sword.

The monk said nothing, and the three of them quickly rushed toward the teleportation array.


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