Chapter 402 Conflict
Yun Jier continued to walk forward and stopped after a while.

She pointed to a group of muscular men in front of her, and signaled to Chen: "Those are strong men from the Temple of Strength. They are good at physical strength and have rich combat experience, especially their physical strength is very high. At the same time, their strength is also amazing. One punch can even break through a mountain."

There was a flash of surprise in Ying Chen's eyes when he heard the words, he looked up at the group of muscular men, and was suddenly attracted by a strong middle-aged man in the corner.

The strong middle-aged man's arms were unusually wide, his body was burly, and the muscles exuding from his body were full of explosiveness.

A majestic force burst out from his body, causing ripples in the space, which seemed very shocking.

Ying Chen's eyes lit up, and he said in his heart: "It's so powerful, I don't know how it compares to my dragon transforming power?"
Yun Ji'er caught Ying Chen's gaze, and then said softly: "You saw that the man's name is Hong Li, the master of the Temple of Strength, he is very powerful, and he once killed the ancient desolate beast 'Barbarian Spirit' with one punch, I am afraid that the strength is not weaker than that of the senior brother."

"Barbarian? Hiss... amazing!" Ying Chen gasped, it wasn't the first time he had heard of a beast like a barbarian.

It is said that the bull spirits are very powerful. A punch can be as powerful as ten thousand catties, and a foot can smash the ground for several miles. Moreover, their whole bodies are so hard that ordinary weapons can't hurt them at all.

Yun Ji'er ignored Ying Chen's surprise, lifted her footsteps lightly, and continued to walk forward.

At this moment, there was an uproar in front of him.

The surrounding crowd also moved closer to the front one after another, apparently having fun watching.

Through the crowds, Ying Chen could vaguely see a young girl in a pink skirt confronting a bald monk among the crowd.

"Huh? These bald donkeys?"

Ying Chen frowned slightly, and a coldness flashed in his eyes, as if he didn't like to see these monks very much.

At this moment, exclamations suddenly came from all around.

"Hiss...how did the Yunlin Zen Sect fight with the people from Tu Valley?"

"Ham, you don't know that. I heard that the Yunlin Zen Sect and Tu Valley are feuds. Disciples of the two sects often clash."

"It's no wonder that one specializes in Buddhism, and the other practices black arts. The enmity between these two sects is endless."

"witchcraft?"

"You don't know? This Tushan Valley is one of the most powerful forces of the Tushan Fox Monster Clan. Everyone in the Tushan Fox Clan is as beautiful as a flower, and they all practice charming skills. It is said that they also know the great method of seductiveness .”

……

"It turns out that Sister Ya and the others are from the Tushan fox lineage." Ying Chen suddenly realized, and muttered to himself.

As a member of the demon clan, Ying Chen has naturally heard of the Tushanhu race, but their demon clan mainly lives in the demon realm, while the Tushan fox clan lives in the territory of the human race.

The Tushan fox clan has always been regarded as traitors of the demon clan. They rebelled from the demon realm, came to the territory where the human race lives, and called themselves in the way of the human race.

Although the reputation is not very flattering, the strength of the Tushanhu clan is very strong.

Tu Shanhu, even in the entire monster clan, can be regarded as the top existence, and the charm technique of the Tushan fox clan is the nemesis of all races, even the most tyrannical dragon clan, is against Tushan fox. The clan has a heart of fear.

While Ying Chen was thinking...

"Look! They're fighting!"

An exclamation woke him up from his contemplation.

"Go! Let's go and see."

On the side, Yun Ji'er frowned slightly, and then took lotus steps, flashing forward.

Ying Chen also hurriedly followed.

……

in the crowd.

The bald monk looked about 40 years old, wearing a gray monk's robe, holding an ebony iron rod, with thick eyebrows, a resolute complexion, and a pair of piercing eyes staring at the young girl opposite, with extreme anger in his eyes.

"Fairy! What did you do to my junior brother?"

The audience was stunned for a moment, then looked behind the bald monk, and saw a group of monks, big and small, surrounding an unconscious young monk on the ground.

At this moment, the young monk fell asleep, but even in his sleep, his whole body was twitching slightly, beads of sweat the size of peas appeared on his forehead, and he looked painful.

"It's nothing, just let him sleep for a while."

The voice was clear and sweet, as sweet as a yellow oriole's cry, but with a bit of coldness.

The girl is about seventeen or eighteen years old. She is wearing a long pale pink dress. She has a curvy figure, fair skin, and beautiful features. Her black hair hangs softly behind her back, fluttering in the wind, giving people a dreamlike feeling.

"You dare to hurt my junior brother! I will fight with you!"
The bald monk roared angrily, swung an ebony iron rod and rushed towards the girl, the stick in his hand whined, and the shadow of the stick surrounded the girl.

"Humph!"

The young girl snorted coldly, her toes slammed on the ground, her slender waist flipped over the dance floor, and her figure suddenly disappeared in place.

next second!
She suddenly appeared behind the bald monk and punched the bald monk in the head.

The bald monk was startled and quickly turned around to resist.

The girl suddenly changed her moves in the air, and her figure danced like a butterfly, constantly changing the attack route, breaking the bald monk's defense in an instant.

The bald monk's face changed drastically, and he secretly thought that something was wrong. He knew in his heart that he had provoked a problem, so he quickly withdrew his attacking direction.

He wanted to run away, but was tightly entangled by the girl.

The girl's attack suddenly became fierce, she used both hands together, punching to the flesh, the bald monk couldn't resist at all, so he had to keep backing away.

Gradually, the bald monk retreated to the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

"what!"
The bald monk's eyes turned hard, he shouted loudly, turned around suddenly, and smashed away with the ebony iron rod in his hand.

A tyrannical breath emanated from the ebony stick, oppressing the girl as if Mount Tai was pressing down on her.

The corner of the girl's mouth was slightly raised, her expression not panicking at all.

Phew, the girl's body disappeared out of thin air.

The next second, the girl appeared directly beside the bald monk, raised her leg and kicked the bald monk's ass violently.

The bald monk was caught off guard, and he rushed forward, hit the wall and fell to the ground.

The bald monk stood up from the ground holding his buttocks, his old face blushing.

"court death!"

The bald monk turned around abruptly, raised the ebony iron rod in his hand and threw it at the girl.

But the girl's figure was strange, her body flickered, and she disappeared from under the iron rod.

The bald monk was taken aback. Although he knew that the girl's speed was extremely fast, he didn't expect it to be so fast. This was the first time he had ever seen it!

"Whoosh whoosh!"
At this moment, a gust of wind blew past behind him, and the bald monk suddenly turned his head to look, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat!
I saw that the girl had come behind him at some point, and when he turned around, she immediately punched him in the chest.

"boom!"
The bald monk felt as if his chest had been hit hard, he staggered back, his heart was in severe pain, a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth, and the expression on his face became more ferocious.

(End of this chapter)

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