Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

When they passed by Yuanfeng and the other six, they all glared with wide eyes.

Yuanfeng and the others didn't care, and stared at each of them intently, solemnly and calmly.

Fakong immediately understood what they meant.

No wonder the masters of Cantian Dao were so furious.

It was obvious that Yuanfeng and the others had to guard against the possibility that masters of Dayong mixed in with the crowd and followed them into Daqian.

If there were really masters of Dayong mixed in with the masters of Cantian Dao and entered Daqian, it would be the responsibility of Vajra Temple.

This is what it means to have different responsibilities.

Yang Ying stood beside Yuanfeng, watching the rows of masters of Cantian Dao passing by indifferently, while Tang Yueyan was beside Yang Ying.

Fakong shook his head secretly.

Lin Feiyang didn't say anything about the others, but looking at the appearance of these masters of Cantian Dao, he knew that the battle was fierce.

From what he saw, there were a total of twelve corpses and thirty-one seriously injured.

There were a total of 521 masters of Cantian Dao, and the casualty rate was not high.

But these were elites, and the death of one was a big loss.

Fakong's mind continued to watch, and after they came to this side, they continued to walk down without stopping.

They all had a tragic look on their bodies.

His mind changed slightly.

He suddenly found that the light on their bodies was as blazing as flames, and the color of the flames soared into the sky.

This was filled with anger.

This time, the hatred between Cantian Dao and Vajra Temple was considered to be great, even not inferior to the Impermanence Sword Sect.

Fakong shook his head.

They kept walking down, and suddenly stopped when they were halfway up the mountain.

At the junction of ice and snow and green grass, in front of a pine forest, a group of monks were standing solemnly.

There were about a hundred monks, and their gray monk robes fluttered lightly.

A hundred monks had the power of a thousand people, which made the masters of Cantian Dao alert immediately.

Although they won a great victory in the fight, they were also exhausted. They just wanted to lie down and sleep well, not to use their skills to forcibly recover from fatigue.

This was an unspeakable mental fatigue.

At this time, the 100 masters of the Vajra Temple suddenly attacked. Even if they had 500 people, they might not be able to win.

Are the guys in the Vajra Temple really so despicable? It seems that this is not the case, right?

They stopped, gathered together, and formed a circle.

Yang Ying received the news and frowned at the six people from Yuanfeng.

The six people from Yuanfeng seemed to have not noticed that Li Zhu ran over to talk to Yang Ying in a low voice, and their eyes were fixed on the rows of Cantian Dao masters walking by.

More than 100 rows, even if everyone is very fast, it will take some time.

"Young Master..." Li Zhu said anxiously: "Do you want to go over and take a look? They are really too..."

Yang Ying raised her jade hand and interrupted him.

Li Zhu could only stand aside and wait obediently, and waited until all the Cantian Dao masters had passed by, and then Yang Ying and Tang Yueyan turned around and left.

The six people from Yuanfeng bowed and retreated to the cushion on the top of the peak, and continued to sit with their eyes closed, focusing on the slightest movement on the east side of Vajra Peak.

Fakong thought for a moment and floated out of Yingxin Pavilion.

After leaving the valley, he used the escape technique and came to a forest silently.

Standing on a pine tree in the forest, he could see and hear the situation on the opposite side clearly.

More than 400 Cantian Dao masters were in a fierce momentum and were about to rush over to besiege the 100 Vajra Temple masters who were blocking the road on the opposite side.

Fakong saw that the monk in charge was Yuanxin, the receptionist of Vajra Temple.

Everyone suddenly made way for a passage, and Yang Ying and Tang Yueyan came closer.

Yuanxin solemnly put his hands together and bowed: "Young Master Yang, I have been waiting here for a long time, and I want to say thank you for your hard work."

Yang Ying said lightly: "Just to say these two words?"

Yuanxin said solemnly and slowly: "You all went deep into Dayong to avenge the Daqian martial arts world, and you deserve my respect."

He said solemnly and bowed.

The 100 gray-robed monks behind him also bowed solemnly.

"Goodbye." Yuan Xin nodded, and floated away with a hundred monks, like a hundred dark clouds floating away.

Everyone was silent for a while.

"This..." Li Zhu scratched his head: "Young Master, this is inexplicable, what a group of weird monks!"

He didn't know why, but the original anger in his heart dissipated, and the warm breath wrapped around his heart.

Yang Ying looked at the direction where Yuan Xin and the others disappeared, and shook her head gently.

She turned and looked at the masters of the Cantian Dao who were originally alert but now looked confused, and said calmly: "We are really hard."

Everyone woke up from their daze.

Everyone waved their hands, shook their heads, and curled their lips.

"It's not hard, what's the hard part!"

"I'm quite excited, I killed eight and improved my cultivation a lot!"

"I have nine!"

"Your nine are very weak, not as good as my eight!"

"Nine is nine, eight is eight, don't say who is stronger or weaker."

...

"Let's go." Yang Ying waved her jade hand.

Everyone continued to walk down the mountain.

"This group of monks is weird, but they are not that hateful."

"Hehe, they are also hateful when they get serious."

"Aren't monks in the Vajra Temple said to be very honest? Why do they do these empty words!"

"Hey, you said that, and your eyes are wet!"

"It's not because of them!"

Fakong shook his head.

As expected of Master Yuanxin, the monk in charge of guests, he really knows people's hearts.

He returned to Yingxin Pavilion silently.

Lin Feiyang had already served the food, which was delicious.

Fakong sat down carelessly, picked up the chopsticks to pick up the food, and was still thinking about the previous scene.

Lin Feiyang suddenly stood up and said hurriedly: "Young Master Yang is here!"

Fakong turned his head and looked.

Yang Ying came swaying over, her skin dazzlingly white against the black shirt.

Fakong stood up and titheed in the Yingxin Pavilion from a distance across the small lake.

Yang Ying jumped across the lake and floated into the small pavilion.

A faint fragrance followed, lingering in the small pavilion and between their mouths and noses.

"Monk, thank you very much." Yang Ying bowed her head and glanced at the grinning Lin Feiyang.

Fakong smiled and said: "Of course, donor Yang has a good method and won a complete victory."

"It's a small skill, nothing worth mentioning." Yang Ying said lightly: "The miraculous skills of your follower are extremely good."

Fakong nodded: "Donor Yang, sit down and talk."

Lin Feiyang served tea diligently.

Yang Ying sat down and took the jade cup, but did not pick it up. She glanced at Lin Feiyang with her starry eyes: "Having such a miraculous skill, but living in the valley, it's like a hidden dragon trapped in the abyss."

Lin Feiyang grinned and said, "Thank you, Young Master Yang."

"Why don't you just let me go?" Yang Ying said, "By my side, you can use your skills to your heart's content."

Lin Feiyang's grin froze and he blinked, as if he didn't hear clearly.

Fakong laughed.

Yang Ying's starry eyes shone like gems: "Shadow Assassin Lin Feiyang, right?"

Lin Feiyang coughed twice and looked at Fakong with a guilty conscience.

Fakong smiled and said, "Are you tempted?"

"Of course not!" Lin Feiyang replied flatly.

Fan Ning's fair and fat body floated into the small pavilion, and he bowed to Yang Ying, with a look of dissatisfaction on his fair and fat face.

He didn't expect Yang Ying to be so shameless.

Saying thank you, he actually pried the corner of the wall. This is not a thank you!

Fakong picked up the tea cup and said, "Young Master Yang, please stop joking."

This Yang Ying is too strong. She was restrained when Tang Yueyan was there before, but now that Tang Yueyan is not around, she immediately turns her back on him.

"I'm not kidding." Yang Ying looked at Lin Feiyang: "Doesn't it feel pity, Master Lin?"

"Hehe, thank you Young Master Yang for your appreciation, but I have already promised the monk, so I can't change it."

Yang Yingying's white face showed regret, and she shook her head lightly: "If you change your mind in the future, you can come over at any time."

Fakong smiled and said: "Young Master Yang wants to get Lin Feiyang's mind, right?... Your devil eyes can't see his mind clearly, so you want to stay by your side and study it slowly, right?"

Yang Ying's starry eyes flashed slightly, she shook her head and laughed.

She had no idea at all.

This Fakong is really cunning.

This sentence destroyed his possibility of recruiting Lin Feiyang.

People with extraordinary abilities like Lin Feiyang are extremely vigilant.

As the saying goes, it is a crime to have a wife without a husband, but it is a crime to have a jade in your arms.

Those who possess miraculous abilities are most wary of those who covet their miraculous abilities, and they avoid them or even cut them off in advance.

Fakong smiled and said: "Young Master Yang can master the magic eyes of the devil, which is really congratulatory. He must be proficient in hundreds of martial arts."

"...Monk Fakong, you are mistaken." Yang Ying's eyes sparkled.

Fakong smiled: "Young Master Yang has murderous intention in his heart, are you afraid that the news will spread?... Think about it, if others know Young Master Yang's abilities, they will naturally be cautious and not get close if they can."

Yang Ying snorted softly and said: "Don't talk nonsense. I know the mind and sword skills of the Wuchang Sword Sect. It's not some magic pupil of the devil, but an internal response."

"Does Cantian Dao still have an internal response in the Wuchang Sword Sect?" Fakong looked unbelieving.

"What do you think?" Yang Ying said coldly: "No matter how you say it, our Demon Sect has once been glorious and had the world in mind. Isn't it natural to arrange some internal affairs in Dayong in advance?"

"That's it." Fakong nodded suddenly.

Yang Ying hummed: "Monk Fakong, you are a monk with a sinister mind, which is very inconsistent with your Vajra Temple... I didn't expect that a disciple of Master Yuanzhi would actually..."

Fakong said: "Compared to Young Master Yang, his Taoism is still far behind."

"Monk Fakong, Aunt Yan is much better now. Anyway, I still want to thank you for your blessing."

"Amitabha."

Not enough words to speculate.

Fan Ning and Lin Feiyang did not hear the exchanges between the two people.

From their point of view, Fakong and Yang Ying sounded warm and gentle, as if they were having a pleasant conversation, and even cherished each other.

"Farewell." Yang Ying drifted away.

Lin Feiyang watched her leave and shook his head.

Fakong smiled and said, "Do you regret it?"

"What's the use of regretting? I always keep my word. Since I lost to you, I'm willing to admit defeat!"

"Very good. You are like this. After being sold by this Young Master Yang, you will still help her count the money."

"Who are you looking down on!" Lin Feiyang was dissatisfied.

Fanning shook his head: "Big disappointment."

He originally thought Yang Ying was a cheerful and wonderful woman, but now she acted too domineering and excessive.

How much she looked down on him when she pried him off in front of him!

He hesitated: "Senior brother, is she really planning Brother Lin's miraculous feat?"

"That's not necessarily the case." Fakong said: "Annoy her and dampen her majesty, so as not to be too presumptuous."

"That's okay..." Faning breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Feiyang curled his lips: "No one else can achieve my amazing skills."

"But others don't know." Fakong said: "I always feel that if others can't do it, I may not be able to do it either. The more arrogant and arrogant people are, the more they think so."

Lin Feiyang said disappointedly: "It turns out she doesn't know how to use the magical eyes of the devil..."

Fakong smiled.

Lin Feiyang felt humiliated by his smile and asked hurriedly: "Isn't that right?"

"Of course she knows the Magic Eyes of the Heavenly Demon." Fakong said: "She just doesn't want to publicize it... So, since she doesn't want to publicize it, we have to publicize it."