I collect spirits in the human world

The Wugong sword in Lin Shuang's hand was so ingenious that it blocked most of the attacks on the monk with a few moves.

The monk said angrily: "You don't want to meddle in the grievances between our Buddhist sect and the demonic sect Wanzu Mountain, otherwise you won't be able to eat and walk around."

Lin Shuang froze, smiled slightly, and put away the Wugong sword.

"makes sense."

Not in a hurry or running away, Lin Shuang and the Golden Rat sat aside under a big tree to watch the battle.

The Buddhist kung fu is different from Qinglai Mountain. Buddhism mainly cultivates body and strength. Lin Shuang knows this.

But seeing this kind of physical and physical strength in actual combat, Lin Shuang still opened his eyes.

Wanzushan is good at using long whips, flexible and fast whips, as if they are the nemesis of Jinchan Temple, and the three monks are gradually losing the wind.

Because of the slightly disadvantaged position, although the three monks have good physical skills, they are helplessly controlled by others in terms of distance.

Just as Lin Shuang was thinking of this, there was a sound of a whip, and there was a snap. One monk was hit by the whip and hit his calf, and the other was knocked to the ground by the whip without paying attention.

"Not good! Second Senior Brother!"

The two companion monks quickly surrounded the injured monk and gave him protection.

"It's quite united." Lin Shuang praised.

"Hmph~! You're lucky today, don't run away now, otherwise the three of us won't last long."

Suddenly a monk shouted to Lin Shuang.

Seeing Lin Shuang startled, the monk then shouted, "Hurry up and run away, there will be no survivors left in Wanzu Mountain."

Lin Shuang understood now that the monk wanted to protect himself.

I was a little moved in my heart.

The monk in the back court was injured at the junction of his leg and ankle, and was unable to continue to participate in the battle for a while. The remaining two monks struggled to support themselves in adversity and fell into a disadvantage again and again.

Lin Shuang stood up, and a small green bamboo sword emerged in her hand.

"whoosh"

There was a sound of breaking wind, and the whip that was about to be thrown on the monk was bounced off by the green bamboo sword.

"Huh? The sword control technique of a cultivator?!"

With a sound of surprise, the fight slowed down.

Lin Shuang spread out his arms, and in an instant, that small green bamboo sword turned into more than a hundred swords, floating around Lin Shuang.

"Damn it! It's an immortal cultivator."

The disciples of Wanzu Mountain noticed Lin Shuang's strange behavior.

"We are from Wanzu Mountain, and we will not interfere with Your Excellency today. Please don't interfere with Your Excellency."

Lin Shuang smiled: "Then let these three monks go first."

The disciple of Wanzu Mountain said angrily: "Presumptuous!"

As soon as the words fell, a long whip swung at Lin Shuang.

Lin Shuang retreated slightly, and in an instant, a hundred green bamboo swords flew in the air, stabbing at the disciple of Wanzu Mountain.

Suddenly, there was a burst of ping-ping-pong-pong.Symphony of weapons.

Holding the Wugong sword in his hand, Lin Shuang rushed over.

The disciples of Wanzu Mountain, who were unable to resist, saw a swift and violent figure rushing towards them, shouting.

"when"

There was a sound of weapons being handed over, followed by silence.

An old man with a white beard and black robe appeared in front of Lin Shuang, the long knife in his hand and the tip of the martial arts needle in Lin Shuang's hand were facing the wheat awning.

"I'd like to report to Elder Niu, this person has an inexplicable origin, judging from his methods, he should be a disciple of the Immortal Sect." Wanzushan disciple said.

Elder Niu nodded, stretched out his arm, and a cloud of black mist loomed in his palm.

"Elder, calm down, I am waiting for my disciples, and I am willing to go through fire and water for Wanzu Mountain... ah!"

A scream.

The black mist in Elder Niu's hands spewed out, trapping a group of Wanzushan disciples.For a moment, the voice in the black mist went out.

Elder Niu retracted the black mist, leaving only a pile of dead bones on the ground.

Lin Shuang looked at the black mist, with red blood streaks faintly appearing in it.Thinking that Elder Niu sucked those disciples, he felt goosebumps faintly.

Hei Wu withdrew his palm, streaks of crimson blood entered the old man's body, and crawled along the blood vessels to the old man's limbs.

Everyone suddenly discovered that the white-bearded old man turned into a young and handsome man after absorbing the black mist.

"This! How is this possible?!" The monk said, "Could it be that he is the deputy head of Wanzu Mountain, Niu Wu?! He has left the customs?!"

Elder Niu Niu Wu laughed and said, "You guessed it right. Today is the first day I leave customs. It's been 30 years, and I'm coming out!"

Niu Wu looked up to the sky with a long smile: "Hahaha~! Fengquan, you wait for me, I'm going to seek revenge on you!"

Lin Shuang stared at Niu Wu. At this time, the Golden Rat who gave money was hiding in his clothes, only the eyes of the mouse were exposed.

Niu Wu turned his head to look at Lin Shuang: "You seem to be a cultivator, did you come from the Hundred Thousand Mountains? Have you ever seen the Fengquan of Qinglai Mountain?!"

Lin Shuang: "Elder Fengquan? He is in retreat."

When staying in Qinglai Mountain, Lin Shuang already knew that the sapphire tablet was the token of Qinglai Mountain Elder Fengquan.And it was that Fengquan who had a celestial relationship with his father.

Then he sneered and said: "Elder Feng's name is called by you and other demon bastards?!"

Before the words fell, the Wugong sword was swung out.

Niu's face was gloomy, and he stretched out his palm, and a cloud of black mist gushed out.

"Since you know Fengquan and are an immortal cultivator, then I will not let you go!"

The Wugong sword slashed at the black mist, and with a flash of sword light, the black mist was dispersed.

After the black mist, it was empty.

The figure of Niu Wu appeared behind Lin Shuang, stretched out his palm, and the black mist sprayed out again.

"Hey hey, ginger is still hot."

Niu Wu was so proud that he was about to take back the black mist that had a full meal, when suddenly, a figure appeared behind him.

Lin Shuang's giant arm with golden patterns swung a punch and hit Niu Wu, right in the back.

For a moment, Niu Wu was seriously injured and fell hard to the ground, a deep pit appeared on the flat ground.

"Pfft~!"

Niu Wu spat out a mouthful of blood.

"A powerful vajra body?! How could it appear on the body of a cultivator?"

The monk who had been stunned by the side recognized the giant golden arm.

Lin Shuang turned her head and smiled slightly: "I will explain to you later."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Shuang swung his giant fist at Niu Wu.

In the eyes of the other party at this time, apart from horror, fear and despair.

The giant fist swung again and again, smashing the ground into a deep pit one to three feet deep.

Lin Shuang didn't realize that it was, a wisp of black smoke slowly emerged from the cracks in the ground, and escaped for a hundred miles in a moment.

Lin Shuang put away her fists, looked at Niu Wu who was smashed into powder in the deep pit, and let out a sigh of relief.

Two monks who were only slightly injured came over, looked at Niu Wu who had already turned into powder, and gasped.

He was smashed to death as soon as he left the customs, it was so terrifying!
Lin Shuang turned around, and the two monks hurried out of the way. Lin Shuang threw a pill from his sleeve: "Monk, this pill can help you recover quickly."

The pill fell into his hand, and the little monk swallowed it without saying a word.

Sure enough, within a stick of incense, the little monk recovered from his injuries.

"Since you are free, I will take my leave too," Lin Shuang said.

The money-giving golden mouse poked its head out of its clothes.

"Wait, wait a minute."

Lin Shuang was stopped, and frowned slightly: "Could it be that you still want to arrest me and go back?"

The monk waved his hands and said with a smile: "Don't dare, dare not! It's just that you, the benefactor, are pregnant with the powerful vajra body of the Jinchan Temple's unique knowledge, and saved us three young monks. You have a predestined relationship with Buddhism, so I would like to invite you to visit the Jinchan Temple. "