The Monk

Chapter 452 Yongjian

It was safe for the time being, and everyone relaxed and rested. After the first bloody killing, the expressions of the girls looked a little different. Zhang Tianfang comforted him: "It's just killing people. Don't feel too uncomfortable. Once you get used to it, it'll be fine." Cheng Xi'er pushed him aside and said, "Are you so comforting?" Zhang Tianfang looked around and saw Yong San sitting alone by the river. Dazed, he walked over and asked: "What are you doing?" Yong San replied seriously: "Look at the river." Zhang Tianfang kicked him into the river: "You can't beat women, but you can't beat men. You are easy to bully, how dare you?" Are you trying to show off your personality with me?" Yong San felt aggrieved: "I'm really looking at the river."

Zhang Weijing came over and kicked Zhang Tianfang into the river, pulled Yong San out and asked, "Do you know the man with the crutch?" Yong San didn't hide anything, and said graciously, "That's my dad." Zhang Tian put him in the water and shouted. He yelled: "Is your father so powerful? He can hide from the eyes and ears of top-level ghost disciples and trick people into killing people. If I learn this skill, tsk tsk."

Zhang is afraid that he is not as ignorant as him. He has seen a person use this spell a long time ago. Strictly speaking, it is a magic weapon. It is a large blanket like a square towel that can hide the whereabouts of the breath after covering the body. He also had a fight with that man outside the Holy Capital City, and later Yong San said that man was his seventh uncle.

Today, when I saw a middle-aged man with a dragon-headed crutch appear out of thin air, I knew that he was using this kind of magic to hide himself. I thought that Yongsan's seventh uncle had used this magic before, so I asked this question. What's admirable is that Yong San's father can continue to move while hiding his aura, and he can sneak up to kill people. This is his ability. If it were an ordinary person, his traces would be exposed if he moved casually, and he couldn't get close at all. What about killing people?

"No wonder you keep dragging you around. So your father is so powerful, he is the owner of the valley?" Thinking of all the past, Yong San was so carefree that even eight masters crossed the desert to search for the God-Lord Snake. You can also get involved.

Yong San said: "No, the owner of the valley is my grandfather. If nothing unexpected happens, my father will be the next owner of the valley."

"According to what you say, you will be the next Valley Master?" Zhang Tianfang climbed ashore and asked.

Yong San still replied in the negative: "No, I have two brothers above me." "The Dragon God Valley is inherited by your family." Zhang Tianfang said with a smile. Yong San finally nodded and confirmed: "That's about right. It doesn't matter who is in charge. What's important is to be fair and just to the people in the valley and to be virtuous."

"Your family's virtues are not bad. You crossed the desert and went to Tianlei Mountain to blackmail me. You are brutal and barbaric. So what kind of virtue is not bad?" Zhang Weijing exposed the lie mercilessly. Yong San quickly denied: "It's not the same thing."

While the two were spanking, Yongsan's father came with three people, Dongfuhe and Wuxiang. Zhang was afraid of clasping his fists in greeting, and thought to himself: "No wonder those three breaths feel a bit familiar. They turn out to be acquaintances."

Yong San's father was very arrogant. He nodded slightly and said, "My name is Yong Jian. Please hand over the Snake." Zhang Wen was amused by what he heard and turned his head and asked Yong San: "You people in the valley will This virtue? It must be blameless.”

Yong San heard the teasing, frowned and said: "Don't bite people, go to whoever offends you." Zhang was afraid and screamed: "That's your father, you said that?"

Seeing that this boy didn't know how to live or die, and dared to verbally hurt his son in front of him, Yongjian said angrily: "You are looking for death, please be wise and hand over the snake, and don't lose your life because of the treasure."

Hearing this, Zhang Weijing felt happy again: "You want to kill me? I just saved your son, how dare you do it?" Yong Jian said: "I just saved the lives of thirty-nine of you, and I don't even ask you how many snakes you want. Are you willing to repay your kindness?"

Zhang Weijing was completely amused and said to Yong San: "Your dad is quite interesting." He snapped his fingers, and the river water behind him suddenly rose, forming an ice wall to protect the girls and himself.

Yong Jian said angrily: "You want to take action?" Zhang Ao shook his head quickly and shook it a dozen times before saying: "What happened to the three people just now? Have they been killed?" He was asking about the three ghost disciples who escaped. Yong Jian shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, we will not kill you if you hand over the snake." He looked at Yong San behind the ice wall, and shouted: "Let my son come out." He has absolutely powerful strength, and treats Zhang Ai and others like ants. He didn't believe that in front of his four top-level monks, the boy opposite would dare to have second thoughts.

Zhang was afraid that he knew that Yongjian was neither reckless nor brainless, but that he looked down on people like himself. In his opinion, being willing to talk to him was already a great honor. With a thought, a doorway appeared on the left ice wall, and he said to Yongsan: "Your father called you."

Yong San sighed secretly, knowing that talking more would be useless, he cupped his fists and said, "Thank you." He thanked him for many things, such as saving him, protecting him and letting him go. Zhang Ain smiled and said nothing. He took out the flying boat and threw it into the river. After giving him a look, Fang Jian took the girls on board.

Yong Jian didn't know the existence of ice crystals. He watched Yong San walk through the doorway and the ice wall recovered, and sneered: "Can an ice break stop me? I'll give you another chance. Hand over the Snake, Dragon God Valley will never embarrass you." "

Guessing that Dragon God Valley was the Jin family of the Holy Kingdom, they were used to being arrogant and domineering. Zhang Ain sighed and said, "The ghost disciples are causing trouble. You go and kill the ghost disciples. Don't waste your time on me."

Yong Jian's face turned cold, and his cold eyes stared at Zhang Ai through the ice wall. He Wuxiang said that one Zhang Ai plus more than a hundred snakes and two monsters can defeat a top Yuan Ying master. He has four masters, one can deal with snakes and monsters, and one can deal with thirty-six women. In the sword formation, one person was fighting against three men, and there was still one master left. It was a sure win situation no matter what. He said coldly, "In this case, don't blame me for being ruthless." He was preparing to seize the treasure by force.

Zhang Ain looked back and saw that everyone, including the little pig and kitten, were seated in the flying boat and said to Yongjian: "You are so disappointing and ruthless. I saved your son, but you want to kill me. Forget it. If I don't care about you, I won't kill you." Shi Shiran turned around and walked on the water, just shaking his folding fan and humming a tune, feeling indescribably carefree.

Yong Jian was angry. He pointed his dragon-head crutch at the ice wall in front of him and threw out a slender white snake. He thought that the crutch would break the ice and the white snake would pass through and trap Zhang Wei. Unexpectedly, the ice wall was extremely hard. The cane hit the ice wall with a thud and bounced back. At the same time, the white snake was thrown to the ice wall, knocked upside down, and flew back dizzy.

Only then did he realize that there was something fishy about the ice wall. He held the crutch with both hands and sent in spiritual power. The dragon head on the crutch changed and became black and shiny. Yong Jian chanted the syntax formula, and the crutch with the dragon head flew out of his hand. It was no longer the tail point of the stick. Instead of stabbing, he attacked with the dragon's head, slamming into the ice wall.