"Young Master!!"

"Old Lu——"

Nie Honglian and Sun Yingxian cried and rushed towards this side.

Zhu Ziyi, who had lost his magic power, had a bloody face, and there was no middle-aged Confucian scholar. He picked up the magic sword on the ground and laughed out loud.

"Walking against the will of heaven... Is the mere little monk who builds the foundation dares to go against the will of heaven, hahaha--"

Behind him, the people under his command rushed to help him.

Zhu Ziyi swept them away, raised his sword and pointed it, with a ferocious face: "Kill that scholar!"

Several people looked at each other and rushed down the hill. Just as they approached the unmoved scholar on the ground, a little girl suddenly blocked the middle, stretched out her slender arms, looked at them tremblingly, and opened her mouth timidly.

"You are not allowed to hurt your elder brother!"

“Get out of here!”

"Give her aside."

The monks reached out to grab it, and then stopped halfway. In the field of vision, the old man, the young man, and the woman stood up carefully with her feet and blocked the little girl. Then more and more people walked out, separated in the middle, forming a thick wall of people.

"Don't worry about them, kill the scholar!"

Zhu Ziyi was still shouting.

call out.

An arrow shot, and was nailed several feet away weakly.

"I see who dares to do it-"

On the city tower, the fat prefect found a sword from somewhere and held it in his hand.

"You and other people in their practice do not want to be sympathetic to the safety of the people, and they dare to commit crimes."

With a wave of the sword, he pointed to the city.
Chapter completed!