Yichen nodded and took out the fire note that had been prepared long ago.

Afterwards, Huo Yuanzhen said to Huishan and Huijian again: "You are lurking here, don't move. When the people on the roof come down and go to war with the Taoist priests, when the Taoist priests are about to be unable to resist, you two must entangle the middle-aged man holding the sword when you go out."

Hui Wu and Hui Jian nodded in agreement.

Although the two of them are already in the state of perfection in their acquired state, they are not very likely to win when facing innate masters. Fortunately, the abbot's request only entangles each other, and the two are still a little confident in this regard.

After giving the order, Huo Yuanzhen slipped out alone and came to the center of the courtyard of the main hall of the temple.

Although it was dark and Huo Yuanzhen was wearing black clothes, the few people lurking on the roof were not ordinary people. A masked man in black suddenly appeared in this empty courtyard, which attracted their attention.

However, the masked man had no professionalism at all, did not slip away from the walls, did not walk on shadows, did not climb trees, or leaped through houses and leaped on the ridges. He appeared in the middle of the yard with a swagger, and he still said to himself: "This is the Zhongyue School, it doesn't look very good. There is no door outside, and there is no one in the yard, but I just don't know what valuable things are."

After saying that, the masked man walked around and around, searching everywhere for something to take.

The three innate masters on the roof looked at each other. Is this guy really a thief? This is too unaware of being a thief.

Moreover, the thief seemed to be humming a song in a low voice, and he couldn't hear what he was singing.

They originally planned to break open the roof and go inside to kill the mysterious real person, but after being disturbed by this thief, they can't act rashly now. Several people were lying on the room and looked at the stupid thief below with interest.

Sima Lang said: "If the mystery comes out and discovers this little thief in a while, we will definitely kill him. When the mystery is successful, we will rush down from the roof together, attack three times, and be sure to kill the mystery in the shortest time."

Juemi looked at the thief below and snorted coldly: "Pinnie tried hard to kill the gatekeeper, but it turned out that he was cheaper, you thief. You can't steal any of the things you have today."

Several people were waiting here and talking, but the little thief seemed to have some tricks and sang in a low voice, but no one heard it indoors.

Moreover, this person was careful in his actions and never made any major noises.

After staring at this little thief, the few people gradually became a little impatient.

Just as he was about to speak, Zheng Jiugong's nose twitched twice and said in confusion: "Why does it smell like oil?"

Sima Lang and Juemi also smelled it. When it was strange, there was a "bang" sound behind it. The flames suddenly soared into the sky and almost went straight to the room!

"Oh no, someone is setting fire behind!"

When they were about to go down from the house and look for the person who set fire behind them, the thief in front suddenly roared: "It's on fire! There's an assassin!"

The sound rolled. It was like the muffled thunder in the night sky, clearly heard within ten miles of the radius. In an instant, countless noises were made in the entire Zhongyue Sect.

Several people on the roof were startled. The boy's voice was so loud that he had surpassed the limits of ordinary people, and it seemed to be louder than Zheng Jiugong's toad skills.

The three of them paused for a moment, feeling that they could not stay on the house anymore, so they immediately flew down.

"Jiu Gong, Sima Daxia, do you go and catch the people behind me? I'll deal with this kid!"

The person who spoke was Juemo, and no one was a fool. Now he realized that the black-clad hair thief was just acting there to attract the attention of himself and others, so that his accomplices could have time to set fire.

After being disturbed by him, the mysterious plan of assassination in secret was considered to be a failure. I am afraid that he will soon fall into a hard battle with many disciples of the Zhongyue Sect.

Zheng Jiugong and Sima Lang surrounded each other and went back to the back of the room, hoping to catch the one who set fire. But they felt that the other party had arranged so carefully, it would be difficult to catch it.

Jue Mie swooped down, pulled out the sword behind him, and wanted to cut the bad thief under the sword.

Seeing Juemi rushing towards him, Huo Yuanzhen said to himself: "Good you, a stinky nun. It seems that the lesson I taught you that day was far from enough. Now I am still so arrogant. Last time I was in the sky, I can't do anything to me. Today I changed a bad sword. I want to see how capable you are."

Thinking of this in my heart, Huo Yuanzhen kept his hands clasping his fingers and his movements were slow.

On the opposite side, the extinct sword had turned into a long rainbow, coming from top to bottom with the wind, as if trying to split Huo Yuanzhen's sword into two pieces.

Judging from the scene, the sword of the Deep arrives first, and Huo Yuanzhen is too late to point out unless he can dodge.

But at the moment, Huo Yuanzhen seemed to be scared and just kept his fingers in front of him, but he stared at the sword that was slashing towards him, and he had no intention of hiding at all.

"Boy who is bad, just give it to me here!"

Since Huo Yuanzhen teased him once and lost to Duantian, Juemi's personality has become closer to those of endocrine disorders. His style of conduct is cruel and he has become out of place with monks.

Seeing that he could kill the boy in front of him, Juemi smiled a bit of a vicious smile on his lips, and adding a few more points to his hand, she was basically sure that this boy would die, and there was no chance to dodge, and even less chance to block it!

"Swish!"

The sword walked down with cold light, but the empty sword did not cut anything.

Jumio exerted too much force and his body leaned forward a little.

But what shocked him even more was that the thief still kept his hands clasping each other, stretching his index fingers together, as if he was about to ejaculate a finger force.

They still look the same, but they have been around seven or eight feet away from me!

Juemai's face instantly pale as paper!

I met a guy pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger! This thief is clearly a master. Just now, Juemi didn't see how the other party left the place.

Now that he used too much force in his move, the old force had declined and the new force had not yet emerged, it was a good time for the opponent to take action. Juemi secretly complained that he was not good, and tried his best to retreat to the sword. The next moment, the opponent's fingers that had stretched forward would probably attack him!

Sure enough, her sword had not been completely withdrawn, and the thief's fingers finally moved.

"One finger...beautiful!"

As the thief opened his mouth, a sharp white finger force shot straight into the extinct chest with a sharp whistling sound!

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ps: It's another fourth update, an update of nearly 13,000 words!

Thank you to the donors. Today's monthly tickets have exceeded 100. If this is possible every day, then the abbot's monthly ticket ranking seems to be very effective on the overall list!

I have no choice but to say that this month, as long as the monthly ticket exceeds 100 that day, it will be four updates! More than 200, it will be five updates!

Congratulations (remembering my thoughts) for becoming my new leader of Shaolin!
Chapter completed!