Jiang Ming used his majestic zhenqi and meticulous mental control to help Jin Captou transform his zhenqi and enter the realm of a master.
During the rest of the trip, Jin Captou's service was extremely meticulous, responsive to every request, and made Jiang Ming feel comfortable.
Although there were many stops along the way, we finally reached the boundary of Dalin Temple.
"Brother Jiang, do you really want to go up the mountain?" In the carriage, Jin Captou was beating his legs. He looked like a little girl.
"We're here, of course we have to go up the mountain." Jiang Ming held the book in his hand and read it with gusto, "What's going on lately?"
It took two months on the road.
"That's quite a lot!" Along the way, Capt. Jin received a lot of news.
For example, there are thousands of martial arts masters gathered around Dalin Temple, and I'm afraid there are even more secretly.
People from Shen Fist Sect, Lengyue Palace, Shenjian Villa, etc. all rushed over.
The nearby garrison also seemed to be moving.
A strong man from the Northern Barbarians entered the country of Dayan, but no trace was found.
Although the people of the Demon Cult are deeply hidden, they can still find clues.
The Dalin Temple is even under martial law.
The six gates also sent their arresters.
etc.
It can be said that there is a turbulent undercurrent outside.
The carriage stopped suddenly, and Lu Yuan's voice rang out: "Nangong Haoran, Brother Nangong, what do you mean by blocking the way?"
"Brother Lu!" Nangong Haoran was dressed in white, carrying a long sword, with a slender figure and an extremely cold breath. "Please return the same way. The rivers and lakes are already in chaos. If you go up the mountain again, I'm afraid it will trigger a fight in the entire rivers and lakes. At this time, human lives are like straw, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and countless innocent people will eventually be affected. How can I bear it?"
"Brother Nangong, they say that you are full of righteousness and like to take care of injustices in the world. Is this out of sight?" Lu Yuan sneered, "Brother Jiang is under siege in Back Mountain City, why didn't you say anything? Secondly? This time, Zhao Zhengyi launched a siege against Brother Jiang, and three great masters took action, but there was no trace of you. If you didn't have time the first time, that's fine, but what about the second time?"
"It's even more nonsense to say that it will cause fighting in the world and harm the people."
"Vajra Saint Monk colludes with the Demon Sect and the Northern Barbarians. What does this mean? Does it mean that Dalin Temple wants to rebel and rebel? How many innocent people will die tragically?"
"Nangong, Nangong, I never imagined that you, who have always been impartial, upright, and only practiced swordsmanship, would sacrifice your life for Dalin Temple."
Lu Yuan sighed.
Jiang Ming also walked down.
Jin Captou followed.
"Are you Jiang Ming?" Nangong Haoran looked past Lu Yuan and looked here. The long sword behind him also buzzed and trembled, then jumped out, and a streak of light fell in his hand.
With a shake in the air, the sword energy spurted out, and a powerful aura rose into the sky.
"There are rumors that you killed Master Xuanming first, and then killed three great masters with one sword, but I don't believe it!" Nangong Haoran stepped forward, "I consider myself to be unparalleled in swordsmanship, and the only one who can compare with me is the Divine Sword He Yiming, the sword god of the Villa. As for you? I want to see if you are as strong as the rumors say."
Jiang Ming smiled.
Lu Yuan quickly jumped off the carriage and stood between the two of them, but turned to Jiang Ming and said, "Brother Jiang, how about leaving it to me?"
"Okay!" Looking at the other party's solemn expression, Jiang Ming nodded.
Lu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew that if Jiang Ming took action, Nangong Haoran would definitely die. Turning around, he looked at the other party and said helplessly: "Why do you want to wade into this muddy water?"
Nangong Haoran was speechless.
"The Nangong family has a great cause, maybe..." Lu Yuan did not continue, but said, "I will challenge you on behalf of Brother Jiang. Brother Nangong, take action!"
"Brother Lu, I know your good intentions, but please get out of my way. You are no match for me." Nangong Haoran said, "I am already at the peak of my master's level, but I still can't understand the meaning of the sword. I can't make any progress. Now I meet a peerless swordsman." , how can you give up!"
"Haven't you heard that if you haven't seen me for three days, you should look at me with admiration? The person I am today is no longer comparable to the person I used to be!"
"Brother Lu, it's not that I look down on you, you are useless except that you can run!"
"Brother Nangong, am I so unbearable?" Lu Yuan raised his eyebrows and looked a little unhappy.
He must have been a powerful master before!
He's useless except for running?
Who are you looking down on?
He thought about being called "Lu Paopao" in Heifeng Village, and he couldn't help grinding his teeth.
"Brother Nangong, you are useless except for the sword. But from now on, apart from Brother Jiang, who else in the world can let me run away?" Lu Yuan raised his hand and pointed at the Shaoze sword.
Buzz…
The sword energy penetrated the air, containing the artistic conception of wind. It was extremely fast, and it was close in a blink of an eye. Nangong Haoran was moved, and the sword suddenly blocked the front of him. Although he blocked the sword, he was knocked back five or six steps. .
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Immediately afterwards, Lu Yuan kept pointing out his hands, roaring with sword energy, and forcefully forced Nangong Haoran back fifty meters away.
His feet were messy and his face was flushed.
Lu Yuan finally stopped. His eyebrows were beating like flying. He chuckled and said, "Brother Nangong, you see, I am really useless. I can only defeat you in swordsmanship."
"This is not considered swordsmanship!" Nangong Haoran's stubborn lips trembled, he turned around and left, and softly uttered two words, "Thank you!"
"From now on, I am just a prodigal swordsman!"
Nangong Haoran used Qinggong and galloped away.
"When people are in the arena, they can't help themselves, alas!" Lu Yuan sighed inexplicably, then smiled, "Do you still want to sit down?"
"When you're tired of sitting, let's walk up the mountain!" Jiang Ming put his hands behind his back and walked forward.
"If you don't go up the mountain on foot, you want me to drive the carriage up the mountain?" Lu Yuan snorted coldly and quickly followed.
Jin Captou followed suit without saying a word.
There is a six-door head catcher at the back to take care of the carriage.
There were figures on both sides, and it was obvious that there were many people waiting to watch the excitement.
Lu Yuan kept saying hello.
At the foot of the mountain.
Their way was blocked.
"Amitabha, I wonder why Donor Jiang came to our temple?" This is an old monk with a frown on his face, his whole body is filled with a sense of death, but his eyes are extremely bright.
Thirty-six extremely strong monks stood around, each holding a goose egg-thick steel rod in their hands, glaring at him.
"Destroy the whole family!" Jiang Ming spat out two words and waved his hand.
Lu Yuan opened his mouth, but stepped aside.
Jin Captou didn't say a word, he just looked at the old monk in front of him with some pity.
"Amitabha, Vajra Monk is just a personal act. It does not represent our Dalin Temple. Donor Jiang, when is the time to retaliate? How about we retreat?" The old monk frowned, but still suppressed the anger in his chest.
"I am also acting on my own behalf!" Jiang Ming couldn't help but laugh, "Dalin Temple still looks down on me. If you give in, you should take the initiative to show sincerity, and then not only grovel, but also be humble. But now, you, a general, are allowed to To greet the dead, doesn’t this make it clear that the chariots and horses are going to deal with me, kill me if you can, or test my specific strength if you can’t?”
"There are still too few kills."
"Three great masters cannot let you lower your arrogant heads and only serve the Lord Buddha."
"Forget it, I will send you all to see the Lord Buddha today."
Jiang Ming saw Dalin Temple's plan at a glance.
"Donor Jiang, you will go to hell!" The old monk smiled and yelled, "Tathagata Demon Subduing Formation, help me suppress this demon!"
Buzz…
His body also suddenly swelled, and the violent aura set off a violent current, and even rose again and again, but the level of strength had entered the realm of a grand master.
Blood also flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Thirty-six stick monks instantly changed their positions, surrounded Jiang Ming, and then took action directly, with true energy gushing out from the long sticks.
Astonishingly, they are all innately strong.
The shadow of the stick roars, covering the sky.
"That's what's interesting! I'll take action when I say it, and do it quickly and swiftly until I'm dead." Jiang Ming smiled, "It's rare to have both in this world. If I want you to die, you have to die!"
He grabbed it with his big hand and condensed his energy into a sword.
