A few days passed quickly, and Tian Quan, who had recovered from his injuries, set off with a group of knights and knights gearing up, and their troops pointed directly at the Fox Fairy Tower.
Originally, according to Tianquan's idea, he didn't want to involve too many people in the martial arts world. After all, he didn't know how good these people were in martial arts. However, these people are so ambitious and strive for fame and fortune. In the past few days of getting along with him, he has already See clearly.
Although a person's virtue and ability are not necessarily linked, but with such a character, I know that I am probably not very proficient in the martial arts lineage, and taking them with me will probably do more harm than good.
It's a pity that things have come to this, and Tianquan can't persuade them to look back. It's a small thing to be sad, but it's a big thing to offend someone. When the time comes, instead of making friends, they will become enemies. Wouldn't he be shooting himself in the foot.
All Tianquan can do now is to ensure that these people can return safely. As a disciple of the Taoist sect, although he is a little careful about consuming the power of the Buddhist sect, he still has the right and righteousness in his heart.
I went to the Lotus Temple and Wuyin Temple to ask for help from experts, mostly because there were no outstanding figures in the nearby Taoist sects. Comparing the martial arts of the monks, calling them would probably be an egg against a stone, and the gain would not be worth the loss.
While thinking, Tian Quan raised his head. They had arrived in front of the Fox Immortal Tower. He took a deep breath and put aside the unnecessary thoughts in his mind. He thought about defeat before fighting. People in Jianghu fight for one breath. , he can't think too much and harm himself.
The "Love-Destroying Mad Monk" and "Bad Sword King Kong" who came together this time are both famous masters in the world. With such powerful help, there is no need to worry about the collapse of the Fox Immortal Tower.
Tianquan and his party came to the Fox Fairy Tower and stood still. The knights and knights lined up in a row stared at the flower tower in front of them with unkind expressions. The girl who greeted the guests recognized the small sword in green in Taoist robes at a glance. , curled his lips rather disdainfully.
The scene of Tian Quan's hurried defeat last time was still before his eyes. Although the other party gathered a lot of people this time, the Fox Immortal Tower had the support of two Buddhas, so there was no reason to be afraid of pawns like them.
This time, there was no need for the boy to call for help. The bearded monk fell directly from the sky. After a few days, the wounds on his body had actually scabbed, and the speed of recovery was shocking.
"It's you again, you monster! You even called a group of minions and bald donkeys to seek death!"
The monk seemed to have forgotten the fact that he was also bald. He caught the two bald monks and started yelling at them. However, after he lost his composure, he spoke harshly, and it seemed that he was quite afraid of Buddhism in the Central Plains.
Completely opposite to Monk Ba Dao Vajra Lingcheng, Mieqing Kuang Monk is a kind-faced monk. His dharma name is Lingguan. He has a long white beard. Although he holds a jet black iron pestle, his eyebrows are not clear. There is no evil spirit at all, only the calm and calm indifference.
"Amitabha."
Monk Lingguan stepped forward and said: "Your Excellency, the poor monk Guan, is also a disciple of Buddhism. Why are you in this world of mortals? As a foreign guest, why don't you follow the poor monk to our temple to have a rest and discuss some Buddhist scriptures, so as not to be injured by swords or weapons?" Peaceful."
The monk said angrily: "Are you insulting me by talking about Buddhism with people like you who rebel against God? Die!"
After the words fell, the monk's hands danced like a disk, and streaks of purple-gold brilliance appeared around him. In an instant, two fist gloves formed and covered the iron fist. With a loud shout, he thrust forward and suddenly One punch.
"Amitabha, it seems that your body has been invaded by demonic nature. This poor monk can only offend you."
Monk Lingguan sighed, put down his single upright palm, held the iron pestle in his hands with both hands, and slowly opened his posture. When the monk rushed in front of him, three pestles suddenly hit him in succession, as fast as the wind, which was dizzying.
The monk was also surprised and used his fists to catch the first two moves, but the third blow still hit his chest solidly, causing him to groan and take half a step back.
Although Monk Lingguan looked kind-hearted, the word "Crazy" in his nickname was not in vain. He knocked back the monk with a pestle. Taking advantage of the victory, he pursued him and struck again three or two times, accompanied by black lightning. The afterimage is as powerful as thunder.
But that monk was not easy to deal with. After one or two losses, he immediately got on the defensive. The next few times Monk Lingguan attacked, he was able to defend against them.
The two of them fought for a while, and each took three steps back as if they were in sync with each other. Fan Seng repeated his old trick, wrapping his fists with his true energy, stamping his feet on the ground, and ejected like a rabbit.
Monk Lingguan danced the iron pestle like a windmill and chanted the Dharma in his mouth. Under the rotation of the true energy, golden light turned into Buddhist mantras and was all wrapped into the iron pestle, making the black iron pestle become golden light. Bloom, like the sun in your hand.
Monk Fan shouted loudly and punched out both fists. Monk Lingguan also waved his iron pestle and moved forward. The iron pestle collided with his fist.
There was only a loud rumbling sound, and the infuriating energy of each other blew up like a whirlwind within a radius of three feet. The infuriating energy that touched each other squeezed and mixed, and there seemed to be a sun disk slowing down between the two of them. rise slowly.
The swirling flow of true energy was like a roaring tornado, unparalleled in its ferocity, accompanied by the Xiuxiu wind whistle that penetrated the eardrums, forcing the knights behind them to retreat continuously, and the wind and sand in the sky made their skin ache.
Monk Lingguan and Monk Fan both held their breaths and competed with each other's internal strength. At this time, they had no choice but to escape and retreat. They had to go all the way to darkness. The situation seemed to be in a stalemate.
Tian Quan frowned from behind: "I never thought that this monk Hu is not only powerful with his fists and kicks, but also has such outstanding internal strength. I don't know who he can learn from."
Next to Tianquan, Monk Lingcheng said in a low voice: "People from foreign countries are all evil and heretical. This person's martial arts looks like a Buddhist sect, but in fact he has a faint evil spirit and is definitely not the right way."
Tianquan nodded as if he understood. He was not a disciple of Buddhism and could not see the difference between this foreign scripture and the local Buddhist teachings. But since Monk Lingcheng said so, it would not be an oversight.
Tianquan looked at the two people competing for internal strength and asked in a low voice: "Master Lingcheng, according to your opinion, is this monk the opponent of Master Lingguan?"
Lingcheng narrowed his eyes and pondered for a long time, then said: "The fist and kick skills of these two people are between the two, and their internal strength is probably about the same. Although senior brother Lingguan is old and his energy and blood have declined, he has been practicing martial arts for half his life. If If nothing else, there should be no difference between the two of them."
Tianquan also nodded slightly: "That's good. Although the wheel battle is a bit unwinnable, after all, we are eliminating harm for the people, and we don't care about the reputation."
"I'm just afraid...what's going on?!" Before Monk Lingcheng could finish his sentence, he suddenly heard a bell ringing in the Fox Fairy Tower. He suddenly raised his head, and the invisible sound was approaching Lingcheng. As he watched, the ghostly sound suddenly turned into a life-threatening voice, causing the old monk to vomit blood immediately.
"No! Someone is conspiring to commit fraud!" Monk Lingcheng gritted his teeth and cursed angrily.
The sound of the bell seemed ordinary, but it was also mysterious. Monk Lingguan suddenly vomited blood when he was evenly matched. When the monk found the opportunity, he was immediately at a disadvantage.
"Evil monks don't want to stab people in the back!"
Tian Quan and others' expressions also changed, and they all pulled out their weapons and flew forward, surrounding the group of monks. Ling Cheng stepped forward and hit Ling Guan on the back with a palm, sending a continuous flow of true energy. Enter it into the opponent's body to stabilize his body.
I saw that Monk Fan sneered, and suddenly the bells rang loudly in the flower tower, with four, five, or six long tones ringing out. Everyone else was unharmed, except Monk Lingguan, who was fighting against Monk Fan, and his face was as pale as paper. , eyes full of horror.
Suddenly, Monk Lingguan looked up to the sky and spit out a mouthful of blood. The golden light on the iron pestle disappeared without a trace and became dim. His figure was also severely shaken back. If Lingcheng hadn't pulled him up, he would have rolled away. A few feet away.
