Even if Yang Zong is so powerful, he will not be shaken even if he dies!"

When Fakong saw this, he felt that this Yue Ling was really a talent. If it weren't for his lack of qualifications, he would definitely be able to

There is a place in the martial arts world.

Fakong didn't feel pity at all.

This kind of guy becomes even more evil and causes more damage. If he continues to live, I don't know how many innocent people will lose their lives.

"Alas——!" All the middle-aged men sighed with sadness on their faces.

They couldn't help but feel the same way.

As a disciple of the Xuanyang Sect, I have been striving for the strength of the Xuanyang Sect, but when I meet a truly powerful person, I am still a swordsman and a fish.

This resentment makes them depressed, painful, and desperate.

"Let's fight!" The burly middle-aged man gritted his teeth: "We will fight! The worst we can do is die!"

"Yes, let's fight!"

Someone echoed.

But more and more people's anger is slowly disappearing and they are regaining their composure.

Do you really want to work hard?

Going to fight the Wuchang Sword Sect to the death for these two boys? That’s not called fighting, that’s called committing suicide.

The purple-faced middle-aged man glanced at everyone and saw the various expressions in his eyes. He sighed and waved his hands: "Okay, let's just wait and see what happens."

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Like a gust of wind, Zhu Jiong quickly rushed into Yunjing, went straight to Xuankong Temple, and looked at the closed temple door.

Just as he was about to go forward, the temple door creaked open, and a handsome young monk was standing inside the door, saluting.

Zhu Jiong hugged the handsome young man and bowed: "Zhu Jiong, a disciple of the Wuchang Sword Sect, would like to see the Divine Monk Fa Kong!"

"Please come with this poor monk." The handsome young monk stretched out his hand and nodded to Huang Yongliang, Xu Jingxian and Xu Qingluo Chuling who came over: "All the donors, please come too."

"Is Monk Fakong here?" Huang Yongliang asked hurriedly.

The handsome young monk said calmly: "The abbot just happened to come back."

Several people looked at each other.

Zhu Jiong strode into the threshold, Huang Yongliang and Xu Jingxian hurriedly followed. Xu Qingluo and Chu Ling looked at each other and followed in.

Everyone followed the handsome young monk past the Main Hall, passed through the Moon Gate next to it, and arrived at a quiet and far-reaching small courtyard.

As soon as they stepped into Xuankong Temple, everyone felt strange.

All the pores around the body are opened, all pores are breathing and cheering, and instantly feel refreshed and energetic...

Zhu Jiong, who had been burning with impatience, suddenly calmed down and his expression changed from manic to calm. He looked down at the handsome young man and faintly felt hope: his third brother was saved!

They saw an ordinary-looking young monk wearing a purple gold cassock, standing quietly by the bamboo forest, holding a green bamboo leaf with his hand.

Tranquility and tranquility enveloped him, and then enveloped the green bamboo forest and the flower garden in the southwest corner of the small courtyard.

There are flowers blooming in the flower garden, with different colors, and the fragrance of the flowers comes one after another. Sometimes the fragrance is faint, sometimes rich, but they are all different.

Under the sunlight, the purple gold threads of the purple gold cassock seemed to come alive, and thousands of dollars were constantly shuttled back and forth, shining brightly.

"Amitabha." Dharma is empty and tithes are combined.

"Monk Fakong!" Zhu Jiong knew that the person in front of him was the legendary monk Fakong. He embraced the handsome young man with one hand and clasped his palms together with one hand. He bowed and said, "Please save my third brother, monk!"

Fakong glanced at it and nodded lightly: "Put it on the table."

He flicked his long sleeves, and all the tea cups and tea stoves on the stone table in front of the flower garden floated up, and then he slowly slipped into the open door of the main room.

Zhu Jiong was overjoyed and carefully placed the handsome young man on the stone table.

Fakong looked at Zhu Jiong.

Zhu Jiong stared at Fakong eagerly and said hurriedly: "Shen Monk, my third brother... can he still live?"

Fa Kong groaned.

Zhu Jiong suddenly became anxious and said hurriedly: "As long as I can save my third brother, I will go up the mountain of swords and go down into the sea of ​​fire, no matter what!"

Fakong said: "If I save him, you and he will not be able to kill Daqian's people in this life. Is it possible to do that?"

"Yes!" Zhu Jiong nodded quickly.

Huang Yongliang said: "If the holy monk can save him, not only Senior Brother Zhu, but also the two of us will never kill the people of Daqian in this life."

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