War Songs of Boundless World

A red figure is an instant fly back: "benefactor, good heavy murderous gas!"

Yu Yanglin will fire a gun, and his body is also suddenly retreating. At this time, he can see the person coming.

It turned out to be a monk in red monk's clothes, with big beads on his chest. The beads are bright and full of Zen rhyme, just like the star moon Bodhi. There are 108 beads, each of which has a Buddha statue on it.

Yu Yanglin looked carefully, and the posture of each Buddha was different.

The monk has 18 rosary beads on his hand and 12 ring scars on his head.

Yu Yanglin's eyes coagulated and he looked at the monk in red flying on the tree. He was shocked, but he was shocked. The little monk's breath was sometimes real, sometimes vitality mirror, even like an ordinary person without any breath.

It's weird.

"Monk Wanjin."

The monk in red bows slightly to yuyanglin, but he waves his hand in vain. A red monk's clothes are as light as a leaf and float to yuyanglin. The blue bracelet on his wrist turns out to be the same treasure as the space storage ring.

"Although I'm a monk, I'm not used to talking with a naked man."

Wanjin, the monk in red, fell down from the tree. He put his hands together and gave a Buddha's salute to yuyanglin with a smile.

Yuyanglin grabs his hand and wraps his monk's clothes around his body. The monk's clothes are very textural and comfortable to wear. After the battle with Guo's black robed old man, yuyanglin's clothes have already burst into pieces.

"Ten thousand gold?"

Yu Yanglin's eyes flashed. A monk was called such a vulgar name. But looking at the red monk Wan Jin, he should be 15 or 16 years old, but his face was solemn. He didn't look like a flower monk.

"Benefactor, is the name of Jue's little monk vulgar?"

But wan Jin, the monk in red, said with a smile: "master says that elegance is vulgar to the extreme, and vulgarity is elegant to the extreme. I'm not elegant enough, eh, no, it's not vulgar enough, eh? It doesn't seem right

Monk Wan Jin frowned, as if he was trapped in the Zen of elegance and vulgarity.

Yuyanglin is a cold eyes: "when do you appear here?"

The monk's cultivation is no less than his own master if he can appear in silence.

"I passed here last night, so I meditated under the tree." Wan Jin, the monk in red, said with a shy smile: "the Buddha once understood the Tao under the tree, and the little monk also wanted to realize the vulgarity and elegance, but he didn't find the benefactor on the tree."

A strange light flashed in the red monk's bright eyes. The young man with a gun in front of him was holding his breath, but he didn't notice it. But just now, the breath suddenly gushed, which made monk Wan Jin have a fear of yuyanglin.

Moreover, yuyanglin's murderous spirit was extremely violent, which made monk Wan Jin feel dangerous.

Yuyanglin is also in the heart dark surprised, Wanjin monk is not simple, but yuyanglin did not realize Wanjin monk malicious, slightly nodded.

"Thank you for your clothes. Goodbye."

With that, yuyanglin suddenly turned around and swept towards the depth of the ploughhead mountains.

The flying bird threw itself into the forest, and in a flash it shot sixty or seventy meters.

"Hello, benefactor, you and I are predestined friends. Why don't we explore the plough mountain range together."

Wanjin, the monk in red, has a shining body and a speed no less than that of Yuyang forest.

"I can't see that we are destined there!"

Yu Yanglin's face was expressionless, but his heart was frightened. He speeded up and flew at full speed in an instant. With one breath, he flew more than 500 meters. It seemed that he wanted to get rid of the mysterious monk.

Although he is a little curious about monk Wan Jin, Yu Yanglin, who has never had any friends, is lonely and arrogant. He is even less sociable and doesn't deliberately make friends with others.

"Shifu said that meeting is not accidental, but fate. We can meditate on the tree for a moment, which shows that we are predestined."

Monk Wan Jin kept on pursuing him, but he was slowly pulled away by yuyanglin, which shocked monk Wan Jin. "Generally, those who are strong in vitality can get rid of him. This person is really the cultivation of Qi, but I can't keep up with him at full speed."

Monk Wan Jin looked at Yu Yanglin's back, surprised.

Yuyanglin also tried to find out that the strength of the Wanjin monk should be similar to that of Zhuo Cong, but his breath was a little strange. Sometimes he was in the state of true Qi, sometimes he was in the state of vitality. He should have practiced some mysterious skills.

In vain, the fast flying Yuyang forest suddenly stopped, stood on the branch of a towering tree, with solemn eyes, and looked five or six hundred meters away along the gap between the leaves.

Monk Wan Jin chased after him at full speed, and gradually he was about to be thrown away by Yu Yanglin. He became more and more curious about Yu Yanglin. This boy, who is not older than himself, seems to be much stronger than himself.

"Shifu said that my strength belongs to the top ranks in the younger generation, but compared with this young man, it seems that my strength is worse than that of this young man. Indeed, there are mountains outside the mountains and people outside the people."

Monk Wan Jin secretly exclaimed, and suddenly saw Yu Yanglin stop, looking happy.

His body flashed and caught up with yuyanglin again. Monk Wan Jin also stood on the trunk of a big tree where yuyanglin was.

"Benefactor, how about..."

"Silence

With a wave of his hand, Yu Yanglin stopped monk Wan Jin. Through the thick leaves, he saw dense figures on an open grassland five or six hundred meters away.

It turned out to be a well-organized army. The armor on the soldiers was shining by the sunlight. The pace was uniform and the order was forbidden. At first sight, it was known that it was the division of tigers and wolves to suppress the four curfew.

On the other side of the stalemate with the army, there was a large group of horse thieves. They were arrogant, bared their teeth, waving weapons in their hands, and there were 7000 horse thieves.

"No wonder we didn't meet any horse thieves all the way. They were all gathered here." Yuyanglin was secretly frightened.

The two camps are facing each other from afar. The war seems to be on the verge of breaking out, which makes Yu Yanglin feel excited. This is the first time to see such a huge scene.

"Look up there."

Monk Wan Jin was also surprised. He raised his hand and pointed to the sky above the two camps.

Yu Yanglin looked up and saw that his pupils suddenly shrank. At an altitude of 1000 meters, there were two figures standing in the air, holding each other with pride. Behind them, there were a pair of vigorous wings.

"The strong! The real strong

Yuyanglin is awe inspiring, but her eyes are fierce.

Zhuo Cong, who was killed by himself, was also the weakest state of vitality. The vigorous Qi gathered by him exploded as soon as he hit him. He was very weak. Even the black robed old man of the Guo family could not compare with them without the purple sword.

Just look at the terrible momentum, it can cause air turbulence.

"Zhang Jiansheng, you dare to sweep the ploughhead mountains as a commander. Do you really think we dare not kill you?"

"Well! Seven Tai Bao, if all the ten ten grand generals come, how dare you fight me here? "

Zhang Jiansheng holds a long blue sword and stands aloof in the air. He has a sword eyebrow and star eyes. His resolute face shows the masculinity of a soldier. His white armor is even more heroic. His long hair is flying in the wind. He is a beautiful man.

"Ha ha ha, don't say all the ten ten grand commanders are here. It's Yi Junhao, the commander of the ninth regiment of Xihe county. What can you do?"

Zhang Jiansheng is a middle-aged man who is known as the seven great Bao by his beautiful man. His voice is rough, his face is full of whiskers, his hair is braided into small braids, his left ear is wearing big gold earrings, his body is wrapped in a fur coat like a fox, and his collar is actually a beast's head.

It seems that this cloak is made of the skin bag left by the blood and flesh of a monster. It is bloody and gorgeous.

The seven Taibao's chest was bare, and his speech was full of banditry. When he lifted his right hand, he carried a long sword with dragon pattern on his shoulder, and looked at Zhang Jiansheng jokingly.

It doesn't seem to pay attention to the army.

"It's really thirteen Taibao!"

Monk Wan Jin exclaimed, looking at the ruffian Qi full seven Taibao in the sky, he seemed to worship the thirteen Taibao very much.

"Hum, it's just a group of horse thieves. They are so arrogant in the face of the army!"

Yu Yanglin thought of the burning, killing and looting of the brotherhood horse thieves, and was so violent that he suddenly felt a desire to kill them.

Yuyanglin also wants to get rid of the brotherhood and kill some horse thieves when he comes to the plough mountains this time.