The two monks and Taoists saw that Mu Yun suddenly made a strange move, which was unexpected. They had no time to think carefully in the flash of lightning, so they had to stop their palms and force themselves to breathe.
Mu Yun was desperate and took risks, but fortunately the other party was kind-hearted. He secretly called out luck and rushed straight to the temple gate.
Unexpectedly, the two men, the monk and the Taoist, reacted extremely quickly, but after hearing the monk's loud shout, his figure stood as still as a mountain, and cut off the road ahead like a giant King Kong.
The Taoist priest slipped and dodged sideways, and at the same time, he stabbed Mu Yun in the neck with his sword. The sword's power was like lightning soaring into the sky, and it was clear that he had already killed him.
Mu Yun knew that he would not be able to get any favors by forcing himself on him. He was so frustrated that he suddenly felt blessed. He simply threw Yu Miaohe into the air, then used both palms to hit the monk's chest hard.
Although he didn't want to hurt anyone, he was afraid that ordinary palm power would be difficult to defeat the monk's hard skills, so he already had the power of cloud-piercing and stone-breaking fingers in his palm.
Kunlun's unparalleled knowledge was certainly not in vain. Even though the monk was proud of his supernatural powers, he couldn't bear the sudden blow he received. With a muffled groan, a fat body was blasted out like a deflated rubber ball, and then hit the outer wall of the small temple with a bang.
Seeing that Jin Lan's hands and feet were defeated in one move, the Taoist priest couldn't help but change his color suddenly. He slashed Mu Yun's waist with his sword and yelled at the same time: "What a thief, I won't spare you today!"
Mu Yun raised his arms to catch Yu Miaohe's fallen body, and used Yun Yi Ba Wu with his feet, narrowly avoiding the sword.
He was about to rush to the temple gate again, but he didn't expect that the Taoist priest's swordsmanship was extremely exquisite, and his intricate moves were like flowing clouds and flowing water, forcing Mu Yun to deal with it with all his strength, and it was difficult to pay attention to other things.
Although the Taoist priest only had a mahogany sword in his hand, it was still stronger than being unarmed. On the other hand, because Mu Yun was holding Yu Miaohe, his movements were inevitably restricted. After a dozen moves, he was already overwhelmed and surrounded by dangers.
Seeing that his opponent was extremely difficult to deal with, although Mu Yun knew that getting angry was useless, he was still worried about Yan Ting's safety. As a result, his mind was slightly distracted, and he was almost injured by the Taoist sword several times.
Just as the fight was getting more and more painful, I heard several choking sounds coming from the side. It turned out to be the monk who stood up unsteadily and said in a loud voice: "What a Liu Lingfei, his internal strength is so amazing, the monk fell down." I really underestimated you."
He choked and coughed again as he spoke, and blood was clearly visible at the corners of his mouth. The Taoist priest suddenly became concerned when he saw this, and he paused before drawing his sword.
How could Mu Yun let go of such a good opportunity? He suddenly let out a clear scolding, and a bright object appeared in his hand, and then he slashed at the peach wood sword that the Taoist priest was thrusting at him with all his strength.
The Taoist priest had already lost the opportunity, but when he suddenly saw this light, he was instantly distracted, and the real power on his sword was also weakened by three points. Then there was a crisp sound, and the peach wood sword was cut into two pieces on the spot. The Taoist priest was also shocked and staggered back.
Mu Yun gained the upper hand and sent the light forward, hitting the Tanzhong point on the Taoist priest's chest.
The Taoist priest was immediately restrained and exclaimed with eyes wide open: "Yi Jin! Where did you get this flute?"
It turns out that the light was the jade flute given by Xiao Lei before. When Mu Yun heard that the Taoist priest knew the origin of the jade flute, although he was somewhat curious, he didn't bother to ask further at this time. So after hearing his concession, he continued to rush towards the temple gate.
Unexpectedly, the monk was still unwilling to give up. Huo Di stepped in front of him and said with a raised eyebrow, "Wait a minute! You bitch and thief, if you want to do anything wrong, get past the monk first!"
Although he was full of chivalry, he was seriously injured at the moment and was ultimately unable to do anything. Seeing this, Mu Yun secretly felt guilty. With an offended sound, the jade flute in his palm stabbed out with a sneer, hitting the Jianjing point on the left side of the monk.
At this time, he took into account that the monk was injured and deliberately withdrew more than 80% of his strength. However, the monk still couldn't bear it. He immediately fell to the ground with a thud, closed his eyes and passed out.
Mu Yun was slightly surprised, but had no time to think about it, so he rushed forward, kicked open the temple door and rushed inside.
When I looked at it, I saw brightly lit lights in the temple. There seemed to be something fresh simmering in the pot on the stove, and there was a faint aroma. There was a table and two chairs in the hall, and a wooden chessboard was placed on the table. The black and white chess pieces from the two sides were in a fierce battle.
Looking around, Yan Ting and Feng Zhangyi were nowhere to be seen. Mu Yun couldn't help but feel even more anxious. He stepped back and rushed in, but where he focused his eyes, his heart suddenly trembled.
But there was a couch placed at the east end, with the black cloak that Yan Ting had worn previously spread on it. It had many wrinkles and traces of it were extremely messy.
Stars were flying in front of Mu Yun's eyes. He managed to calm down and observed carefully. It turned out that there was a door behind the temple, so he kicked it open and rushed out.
The night was as thick as ink, and the cold wind was so desolate. Mu Yun's whole body was shaking violently, but he didn't know whether it was anger, sadness, regret, pity, or just pure coldness.
Full of despair, suddenly his eyes lit up and he caught a glimpse of a bright yellow shirt exposed on the street corner in front of him. It was obviously the clothes Yan Ting was wearing today.
Now Mu Yun didn't dare to be lazy, so he rushed forward with three steps and two steps at a time. When he saw clearly, he was like a giant pestle.
It turned out that the clothes were indeed worn by Yan Ting, but at this time, the buttons were scattered and the fabric was torn, which was obviously caused by forcible tearing.
Mu Yun clenched his fists tightly, his eyes sore in pain, and he almost shed tears.
I don't know when I had attached my heart to that lovely person, but now because of my incompetence, she was so humiliated. This is a mistake that cannot be redeemed by a hundred deaths.
But since something regretful has happened, she has to save the person first. How to deal with it in the future depends entirely on her will.
When Mu Yun thought of this, he could only suppress his pain and continue chasing down the road. When they came to the street, they were surprised to see another pleated Hunan skirt thrown by the roadside. It seemed that Feng Zhanyi had left it behind intentionally as a signpost to guide Mu Yun.
Mu Yun was so angry that he almost went crazy. He gritted his teeth and rushed after him. On the way, he saw a skirt belt, a pair of feather boots, a shirt, a petticoat, and later hairpins, earrings, necklaces, bracelets and other accessories. Although such ornaments are small, they are dazzling and easy to miss.
After chasing like this for a while, the street in front of me became increasingly narrow and dim. Mu Yun not only held Yu Miaohe in his arms, but also tried his best to tidy up all the clothes and accessories scattered on the road. In the rush, he only regretted that he was not the treasure of Guanyin Bodhisattva and could not have the three heads and six arms to deal with such a predicament.
In a daze, he turned around another alleyway. Mu Yun looked around, but was stunned on the spot. It turned out that there were no "road signs" anywhere.
Mu Yun's whole body went cold for a moment, and he wondered, could it be that after running all this way, he was finally played by the lewd thief Feng Zhangyi?
Just when Mu Yun was despairing, he suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Xiao...Xiao Mu, is that you?"
Mu Yun's heart was shocked and he hurriedly followed the sound. He saw a pair of bright eyes emerging from a clump of thatch on the roadside. His clear eyes were full of surprise. Wasn't it Yan Ting?
