Time passed.

It's approaching dusk.

A group of monks hurriedly and slowly arrived at the small town outside Golden Knife Gate.

Golden Knife Gate stands in a huge fortress, covering a vast area. It is surrounded by high mountains and dense forests, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is about fifty miles away from the nearest big city [Qingyuan City].

Outside Baozi, a medium-sized town has developed, which is dedicated to supplying the daily needs of Jindaomen and providing accommodation for travelers traveling from Jianghu to Jianghu.

This time the Sword Seizing Conference was held, the Golden Sword Sect not only invited [King Kong Temple], but also [Feixia Sword Sect], [Liu Shui Sword Sect], [Shen Fist Sect], and [Iron Finger Sect] to attend the ceremony.

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Accompanying him were various people from the world who loved to watch the excitement.

It can be said that the whole town was extremely lively with many people at one time.

However, Jindaomen has never adopted an attitude of expelling visitors from Jianghu.

Everyone who comes is a guest!

Anyone who comes to attend the ceremony will be treated as a guest.

now.

Monk Huiwen led a group of monks. As soon as they arrived in the town, the deacon of Jindaomen who was responsible for receiving guests in the town lit up, noticed them, and walked over quickly.

"Masters, you have worked hard all the way."

Jin Dafu, the deacon of Jindaomen, put his hands together, performed a Buddhist salute, and said with a smile.

"Amitabha, the golden donor is welcome!"

Monk Huiwen smiled and returned the gift warmly.

"Masters, please come with me. The house has been arranged. The masters of [Feixia Sword Sect], [Liu Shui Sword Sect] and [Shen Fist Sect] have all arrived in advance. Only [Iron Finger Sect] has arrived.

It’s still on the way.”

Jin Dafu smiled and turned around to lead the way.

“It’s so good, so good, you have a generous donor!”

Monk Huiwen smiled again, bowed slightly, and led a group of monks to follow him.

"Do you know that person?"

Behind him, Senior Brother Jie Long's voice was weak, he looked at Jin Dafu and whispered beside Ning Chuan, "He is called the 'Three Soul-Chasing Swords' Jin Dafu, and he has superb golden sword skills.

Despite his fat body, his swords are actually as fast as lightning. Often his opponents don't even know where his sword is hidden and will die under his sword. He once created a sword in Qingzhou County to kill three enemies with two palms.

The record of subduing the four demons."

He had a smile on his face, as if he wanted to show off his gossiping skills to Ning Chuan.

"So strong?"

Ning Chuan was surprised.

But what he wanted to know more in his heart was how many of these sects had colluded with the [King Kong Temple].

Again.

Kongji Temple has done bad things for so many years and has never been found out. There must be a huge and complicated network of relationships.

Maybe all the major sects in Qingzhou County are with them.

Moreover, Qingzhou County is too big.

Shouldn't this be a small county?

Why do so many sects exist at the same time?

Each sect often gathers hundreds of miles apart. How big is this world?

With countless questions, Ning Chuan followed a group of monks to a huge inn.

I saw that inside the inn, countless Jianghu people were already crowded in, with knives, swords, guns, sticks... eighteen kinds of weapons, all kinds of things, and it was noisy.

At this moment, as soon as they saw the monks approaching, a group of Jianghu people stood up one after another and immediately enthusiastically stepped forward to offer their hands.

"The eminent monk from Vajra Temple has arrived!"

"Masters, you have worked hard all the way!"

"Eminent monks, please take a seat, thank you for your hard work!"

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All kinds of charlatans, whether they knew this group of monks or not, would raise their hands and compliment them.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

The Vajra Temple is so famous and powerful that they may encounter it in the world one day.

When the time comes to talk about today, these monks will naturally show mercy.

"Amitabha, good, good, good!"

Monk Huiwen had a smile on his face and took the lead in chanting the Buddha's name.

Other monks also pretended to be compassionate, clasping their hands together and chanting the Buddha's name together.

"Master, you are finally here!"

Suddenly, a smile came from the front.

Ning Chuan looked up.

Directly ahead, I saw three waves of figures walking towards me, wearing clothes of three different colors.

The three leaders were three middle-aged men. One was wearing a green shirt, with a beautiful beard, and a smile; one was wearing a white shirt, carrying a long sword, and was gentle; and the other was wearing a short bat, with bare arms, orange skin, and palms.

His back is covered with calluses, but he also smiles.

"Dear donors, you are actually here early."

Monk Huiwen smiled and immediately stepped forward to greet him.

"Do you know where these people come from?"

Senior Brother Jielong started to show off in Ningchuan's ears again, and said with a smile, "The one wearing a green shirt and a beautiful beard is from the Feixia Sword Sect. He is the leader of the Feixia Sword Sect. He practices the Seven Seven and Forty-Nine Flying Styles."

Xia Sword Technique, known as the "Wind and Thunder Sword" by Tong Baisheng!

The one wearing a white shirt and carrying a long sword is from the Liushui Sword Sect, and is nicknamed "Long Sword from the West" Lu Youran!

The one on the far right wearing a bunt is an expert from the Shenquan Sect. He practices Thunder Fist. Have you seen his fist? He once killed a demon tiger with one punch. Note that it was not a ferocious tiger, but a demon tiger. Therefore, Jianghu

People call him Li Qianjin, the 'Arhat Crouching Tiger'!"

"Demon tiger?"

Ningchuan was surprised.

Yes, the cultivators in heaven and earth are hiding, but the original monsters are definitely still there.

Now that the warrior has fully accepted the territory of the cultivators, he will naturally see a lot of monsters.

However, when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth disappears, these monsters will definitely be affected.

Monk Huiwen greeted the three masters and after chatting for a few words, he continued to follow Jin Dafu towards the back of the inn with a warm smile on his face.

In the huge courtyard, Jin Dafu has already arranged guest rooms.

The main courtyard is where all the sects live, and the front hall is where the jocks and lakers who join in the fun live.

After Jin Dafu finished explaining everything, he left the place with a smile on his face and continued to greet other people.

And just after Jin Dafu left.

Monk Huiwen immediately called all the monks into the room, with a heavy face, and gave the instructions again.

"Remember what I said, here, no one is allowed to cause trouble, show off, talk nonsense, walk around at will, or go to the toilet at will, do you hear me? If anyone violates the rules, I will

Destroy him with your own hands!"

"Yes, uncle!"

The faces of the group of monks changed slightly and they spoke quickly.

"Well, let's all go down and rest. No matter who knocks on the door, they will find excuses to shirk it!"

Monk Huiwen spoke calmly and dismissed everyone.

The six evil cultivators of the Hui generation next to them looked at it and nodded secretly.

This monk Huiwen was indeed favored by that clan uncle and he was unwilling to kill him.

Along the way, the abilities he has displayed are indeed beyond the comparison of ordinary people.

"Hui Wen, have all the sects we are friendly with said hello?"

Suddenly, Hui Xiu among the six people spoke calmly.
To be continued...