This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 567
A few days passed quickly, and Tianquan, who had healed up from his injuries, set off together with a group of knights who were eager to fight, and the soldiers pointed directly at the Fox Fairy Tower.

Originally, according to Tianquan's idea, he didn't want to involve too many people in the world. After all, he didn't know how these people's martial arts are, but these people are so ambitious and strive for fame and fortune. You can see it clearly.

Although a person's virtue and ability are not necessarily linked, but with such a mind, I also know that I am afraid that I will not be too proficient in martial arts, and it is estimated that bringing them will do more harm than good.

It's a pity that the matter has come to this point, and Tianquan is not good at persuading them to turn around. It's a small matter to be sad, but a serious matter to offend people.

What Tianquan can do now is to ensure that these people can return safely. As a Taoist disciple, although he has some careful thoughts to consume the power of the Buddhist school, he still has righteousness in his heart.

Going to the Lotus Temple and Wuyin Temple to ask for help from experts is more because there are no outstanding figures in the nearby Taoist sects. Compared with the martial arts of those monks, calling them is probably hitting a stone with an egg, and the gain outweighs the gain.

While thinking about it, Tianquan raised his head. They had already come to the Fox Immortal Tower. He took a deep breath and put aside those redundant thoughts in his mind. , he can't think too much about hurting himself.

The "Crazy Monk" and "Bad Sword King Kong" who came together this time are both famous masters in the world. With such powerful help, why don't you worry that the Fox Fairy Tower will not fall.

Tianquan and his party came to the Fox Immortal Building, stood still, and the knights lined up in a row stared at the flower building in front of them. , pouted rather disdainfully.

The scene of Tianquan's hasty defeat last time is still in front of his eyes. Although the opponent has gathered a lot of people this time, there are two Buddhas backing him in Huxianlou, so why be afraid of these little pawns.

Tianquan frowned at the back: "I never thought that this monk Hu not only has strong fists and feet, but also has such excellent internal skills. I don't know who he learned from."

"Be afraid. What's the movement?!" Monk Lingcheng didn't finish his sentence when he suddenly heard a bell ringing in the Fox Immortal Tower. He suddenly raised his head. It suddenly turned into a death-threatening ghost voice, which made the old monk vomit blood immediately.

The monk said angrily: "Talking about Buddhism with you and other god-defying disciples, are you insulting me! Die!"

Fan Seng shouted loudly and threw out both fists, Lingguan monk also waved the iron pestle and moved forward, the iron pestle collided with the fist.

"Amitabha, it seems that Your Excellency has been invaded by demon nature, so the poor monk can only offend you."

Monk Lingguan sighed, put down his upright single palm, held the iron pestle in his hands with both hands, and slowly opened his posture. When the monk rushed in front of him, he suddenly slammed down three pestles one after another, as fast as a gust of wind, dazzling people.

Those monks seemed to have forgotten the fact that they were also bald, and started yelling at the two bald monks. However, after he lost his composure, he spoke viciously at each other, and it seemed that he was quite afraid of the Central Plains Buddhism.

There was only a loud bang, and the clashing zhenqi created a whirlwind within a radius of three zhang, and the touching zhenqi squeezed and mixed together, between the two of them, it seemed that a sun was slowly moving. rise slowly.

Contrary to Monk Badao Vajra Lingcheng, Mieqing Kuangseng is a kind-faced monk. He is called Lingguan and has a long white beard. There is no evil spirit, only the indifference of the ancient times.

Monk Lingguan and Fanseng held their breaths and competed with each other for internal strength. At this time, they had no choice but to go all the way to the dark, and the situation seemed to be in a stalemate.

Beside Tianquan, Monk Lingcheng said in a muffled voice: "People from other countries are all heretics. This man's martial arts looks like a serious Buddhist, but in fact there is a faint evil spirit, which is definitely not the righteous way."

The monk was also very surprised, he used his fists to catch the first two moves, but the third hit still hit his chest, causing him to grunt and step back half a step.

This time there was no need for the boy to call for help, the bearded monk fell directly from the sky, after a few days, the wounds on his body had scabbed, and the speed of recovery was astonishing.

"Amitabha."

"No! Someone is plotting to cheat!" Monk Lingcheng gritted his teeth and cursed angrily.

Tianquan also nodded slightly: "That's good. Although the chariot battle is a bit unfair, it is after all killing harm for the people, so I don't care about the reputation."

Although Monk Lingguan looked benevolent and kind, the word "crazy" in his nickname was not in vain. He beat back the monk with a single club, and he pursued the victory with two or three consecutive blows, accompanied by black lightning. The afterimage is like a rushing thunder.

The swirling stream of true energy was like a whistling tornado, fierce and fierce, accompanied by the whistling wind that pierced into the eardrums, forcing all the knights in the rear to retreat again and again, and the wind and sand all over the sky made their skin hurt.

The two fought for a while, and they each retreated three steps as if they had a heart-to-heart.

Monk Lingguan stepped forward and said: "Your Excellency Poor Monk Guan is also a disciple of Buddhism. Why are you in this place of mortals? For foreign guests, it is better to follow the poor monk to our temple to rest and discuss some Buddhist scriptures, so as not to use weapons and hurt people." Peaceful."

As soon as the words fell, the monk danced his hands like discs, and purple and golden brilliance appeared around his body, and instantly condensed into two gauntlets covering the iron fist. Come with a punch.

But those monks were not easy to deal with. After suffering a loss once or twice, he immediately took precautions, and the monk Lingguan attacked several times, but he was firmly defended.

Tianquan nodded half-understood, he is not a disciple of Buddhism, so he can't see any difference between the foreign scriptures and the local Buddhism, but since the monk Lingcheng said so, it is likely that he will not be aimless.

The sound of the bell sounded ordinary, but it also concealed a strangeness. The Lingguan monk suddenly vomited blood under the evenly matched situation. When the monk found the opportunity, he immediately fell into a disadvantage.

Tianquan looked intently at the two people who were competing for internal strength, and asked in a low voice: "Master Lingcheng, as far as I can see, this monk is the opponent of Master Lingguan?"

Lingcheng squinted his eyes and pondered for a while, then said: "The fist and kick skills of these two are on par, and their internal strength may be equally high. Although Brother Lingguan is old and his vitality has declined, he has been practicing martial arts for half his life. Not surprisingly, the two should be tied."

The Lingguan monk danced the iron pestle like a windmill, and chanted the Dharma in his mouth. Under the rotation of the true energy, all the golden lights turned into Buddhist mantras were all involved in the iron pestle, making the black iron pestle become golden. Blossom, like the sun in hand.

"It's you demon again! You also called a group of minions and bald donkeys, looking for death!"

"Evil monk, don't try to stab people in the back!"

The faces of Tianquan and the others also changed, and they pulled out their weapons one after another and flew forward to surround the group of monks. Lingcheng even stepped forward, raised a palm and hit Lingguan's back, pouring out a steady stream of true energy. Enter the opponent's body to stabilize his figure.

I saw the monk sneered, and suddenly the bell rang loudly in the flower building, and there were four, five or six long chimes in succession. Everyone else was fine, except for the Lingguan monk who was fighting against the monk, his face was as pale as paper , eyes full of horror.

Suddenly, Monk Lingguan looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood. The golden light on the iron rod disappeared without a trace and became dim. A few feet away.

(End of this chapter)