Monument Yangmen

Chapter 396
"Break~"

The tiger-headed black golden gun hit the masked monster's King Yu.

The body of the masked monster flew upside down like a wombat.

It flew a full eight zhang away, broke two green pines, and fell to the ground, life or death unknown.

"Gudu~"

Everyone present swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The bull's head stared at the bull's eyes, looked at the place where the masked monster fell, and asked tentatively: "Is it dead..."

Feng Lin stared at Yang Qi with lingering fear, and said, "It's too cruel... The Taoist priest is the strongest master we have ever seen, and he is not the young master's opponent. The young master beat him like a sandbag..."

Yang Qi brandished the tiger-headed black gun in his hand, made a trick, and stabbed the tiger-headed black gun on the ground, with his hands folded in front of his chest, ignoring the awe-inspiring eyes of everyone around him.

He stared at the place where the mask monster fell, and said calmly: "Get up! With your skill and strength, it is impossible to withstand this little damage."

"Cough cough cough~"

As soon as Yang Qi's words fell, the masked monster got up from the ground, coughed violently, and spit out a mouthful of reverse blood.

The mask monster supported his body with King Yu's lance, stood up, and pushed away the men who came to help him.

Staggeringly, he walked in front of Yang Qi.

"You are strong."

Yang Qi smiled and said, "You are not weak either."

The masked monster cupped his fists and said, "Sit down Lu Zu, Shang Qingzi, a disciple of the third generation."

It's an endorsement.

Only those who are recognized by the mask monster are qualified to know his identity.

The Lu Zu in the mouth of the mask monster is Lu Dongbin, the Chunyang Sword Immortal.

Yang Qi didn't expect that the masked monster was Lu Chunyang's disciple.

Taoist disciple?
Yang Qi was stunned for a moment, and replied: "Yang Qi from Bianjing."

After Yang Qitong gave his name, he asked: "Since you belong to the Chunyang lineage, why did you use this King Yu spear? If I remember correctly, the Chunyang lineage is based on swordsmanship."

Shang Qingzi was silent for a while, and said: "The pure yang lineage mainly focuses on the practice of pure yang essence, and the tactics are just some side effects. I also got the Yuwang lance technique of General Flying Tiger by chance. "

Yang Qi nodded and said: "So that's the case. King Yu, who used his own pure yang to motivate the Flying Tiger General, has indeed restored some power."

Flying Tiger General Li Cunxiao, although he was born more than 100 years ago, with Shang Qingzi's apprenticeship, it is not impossible to get the inheritance of King Yu.

Shang Qingzi said coldly to Yang Qi: "I am not your opponent today, and I will definitely defeat you in the future. Then I will snatch her back from your hands."

The Feng brothers and the bull-headed horse noodles seemed to have eaten flies.

Taoist, who gave you courage?
A thought arose in their hearts at the same time.

Do you want to tell Shang Qingzi the young master's details?

Hi!Taoist priest, the guy who defeated you just now has probably been practicing martial arts for less than three years.

Yang Qi was in a daze.

But Shang Qingzi ignored him and left with his men.

Looking at Shang Qingzi's leaving back, Yang Qi slowly regained his senses.

He turned his head to look at Chu Xing who had been watching the play, and sneered, "Your flower protector?"

Chu Xing proudly raised his head, smiled and said: "Can you still see it?"

Yang Qi pondered for a while, nodded and said, "It's really good. But, it's a little worse than me."

The smile on Chu Xing's face froze, she bit her red lips lightly with her white teeth, and gave Yang Qi a vicious look.

"It's good, it's good..."

Master Baoyan appeared next to Yang Qi at some unknown time, grabbed Yang Qi's arm with his old hands, pinched it again and again, and praised him indifferently.

Yang Qi was startled, and shouted: "Monk, what are you doing?"

Master Baoyan grabbed Yang Qi and prevented Yang Qi from escaping, muttering, "I'm not a great monk, I'm a great lama."

Yang Qicai didn't care whether he was a great monk or a great lama.

He didn't want to be dragged by an old guy and stared at lewdly.

"Great lama, let me go. Otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

Chuxing smiled coquettishly at the side: "Master Baoyan, he is a great lama of the Bon religion, with a noble status. Don't be disrespectful to Master Baoyan, otherwise I can't guarantee that you won't be killed by hundreds of monks. Give the siege."

Before Yang Qi replied, he heard Guru Baoyan chanting, "Even if you hit the old monk, you are not rude. You are the guardian of the Buddha, and the Black Tiger God descends to earth. Even if you see the living Buddha, you don't need to salute of."

"The Dharma protector in front of the Buddha?"

"The Black Tiger God descends to earth?"

In an instant, those Bon believers who surrounded him looked at Yang Qi differently.

It was a look of reverence.

When people go to the temple to pray for God, it is this kind of look.

Yang Qi was stunned.

Why did I somehow become the Black Tiger God and descend to the mortal world?
"I'm not..."

Just as Yang Qi was about to explain, he saw Chu Xing raised his index finger to his mouth, signaling Yang Qi not to defend himself.

Yang Qi gave her a look that I need to explain.

Chuxing stepped forward and said softly: "Master Baoyan, with the help of the Black Tiger God, we will surely be able to establish the Supreme Buddha Kingdom here. However, before that, we need to help the Black Tiger God to expel the evil wolf demon." .”

"Wolf devil?"

Master Baoyan followed his newly awakened eyes and glanced in the direction of Yanmen Pass.

All of a sudden, Master Baoyan's old eyes glowed with wisdom.

"My old man should help the Black Tiger God eliminate demons."

Chuxing slowly bowed to Master Baoyan and said, "Then I will be in trouble, Master."

Master Baoyan looked at Yang Qi again, then bowed to Yang Qi, and returned to Chuxing.

"I'm going to prepare now."

Master Baoyan left.

With a dark face, Yang Qi asked Chu Xing in a low voice, "What are your plans for abducting me as a black tiger god?"

Chuxing glanced at Yang Qi, and said angrily: "It's not for helping you."

Chuxing secretly pointed to some red-clothed lamas who followed Master Baoyan, and explained to Yang Qi in a low voice: "These are all monks from the Bon sect, each of them is highly skilled in martial arts, and they are not inferior to Feng Lin and Niutou. them."

Yang Qi frowned, and said, "It's just a dozen monks with high martial arts skills, they can't be of much use on the battlefield."

The battlefield is like a meat grinder, it is of course important for a master to kill more enemies.But in the face of an absolute number of enemies, no master can turn the situation around.

Waking up like a fox stealing a chicken, he said thievingly, "If I told you, there are five thousand people like this in the Bon religion. Master Baoyan sits down, and there are one thousand?"

Yang Qi's eyes widened all of a sudden.

The words of the first awakening did not stop, "These monks are all fanatics. For the glory of the Buddha, they can fight without sleep, regardless of life and death."

"Fuck~"

Yang Qi couldn't help but burst out a foul language.

If it was really as Chu Xing said, then the nature would be different.

Although the martial arts of Feng Lin, Niutou and the others are not as high as Yang Qi's, they are still masters with one against a hundred.

A thousand dead soldiers with one against a hundred, regardless of life and death.

This is great.

Yang Qi speculated from the perspective of a military strategist.

The effect of these 1000 people on the battlefield is comparable to that of [-] soldiers.

(End of this chapter)