"Are you sure you are going to borrow?" If possible, countless question marks will definitely arise on Yuwen Xin's forehead.

It's very late now, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

The problem is that they have changed their appearance in a special way. With the introduction of the innate Qigong again, Su Ji was able to change his appearance and achieve the effect of Yu Yuwen Xin with that little foundation of the formless magic skill.

He knew very well that he was moving steadily towards the next state of "concreteness" after Tongyou, and he was moving forward without any obstacles.

"Isn't this going to steal?" Yuwen Xin added.

Su Ji said: "If you don't sue, you will steal."

"So you plan to grab it openly?" Yuwen Xin curled his lips.

Su Ji said: "Just leave a note."

He took out a note and shook it in front of Yuwen Xin.

"I heard that you have a golden bell and jade drum, and I was eager to see it. At midnight, I will ride the wind to get it."

Yuwen Xin complained: "Do you need to be so arrogant?"

Su Ji said: "It's okay."

Yuwen Xin said: "There is another question. If you take it back and put it on the bell tower and drum tower, aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

Su Ji said: "Will you see it if you put on other colors?"

Yuwen Xin said, "I understand."

Su Ji tilted his head and said, "What?"

"Is it fake to steal something? Is it true to try your martial arts."

Su Ji smiled slightly.

Yuwen Xin said: "Who told us to be good brothers, I'll help you."

Yuwen Xin snatched the note and threw himself into the hall ahead.

The Tianshan Mountains has great skills in sending bright weapons and hidden weapons. With dozens of feet apart, Yuwen Xin threw a note as light as Hongyu into the hall.

After a while, a loud voice came from the hall and said, "I don't know which colleague is visiting my temple."

The sound is like a river running, never stopping.

Yuwen Xin could only hear his ears buzzing.

He was secretly shocked that the old monk had no limit on his internal strength.

Su Ji only thought the breeze blew on his face, but he saw the refreshing feeling.

He rose and fell and entered the hall.

In the Main Hall, the Buddha's head is gone, leaving only a domineering sword energy, and an old monk facing the headless Buddha statue with his back facing the door of the hall.

Su Ji held his hands behind his back, less than ten steps away from the old monk.

This distance is undoubtedly a close distance for experts like them.

Yuwen Xin was guarding the door, preparing to hold the people outside and leave time for Su Ji to fight.

The monks in Dachan Temple are indeed the best touchstone for martial arts.

Because most of them practice extremely profound qigong, with amazing defenses and are not easy to be killed by mistake.

Although the old monk turned his back to Su Ji, he looked like a big Buddha. Heavy pressure spread throughout the hall. Su Ji had to admit that this old monk, who was over 100 years old, was indeed a master of martial arts.

"Even if you are a reed, you will be as confused as you can. Beyond the heavenly court, there are also friends like you, which is really rare. Amitabha."

The old monk turned around, his face as if it were gold paper.
Chapter completed!