The Monk

Chapter 455 Questioning

Of course the girls are happy with this arrangement. It is rare to attend a wedding and to make fun of the newlyweds with many people. They want to have as much fun as possible. Of course, there was some trouble. Most of the men in the whole courtyard had their eyes fixed on this side. There were always women coming over to ask about their names and origins, and there were even drunk men who wanted to make trouble. Fortunately, the folk customs were simple, so nothing happened. Zhang was afraid of the brutal robbery and just watched the fun.

The banquet was held until midnight. The girls left the banquet early after eating for a while, declined the host's invitation, and rushed out of the village to the river. Recently, I have encountered many masters, and I always have to go back to the water to have safety. Not far after Fang walked out, hundreds of people came flying in from the direction of the village. The largest group of foundation-building monks were in front, the slower ones were the pill-forming monks, and the one following at the end who was as leisurely as walking was the Nascent Soul monk.

Zhang Ping knew that he couldn't hide, and the concealment of spiritual energy also depended on the opponent's cultivation level. Although the method they used was clever and made the foundation-building monks unaware, it was ineffective against the pill-forming monks and Yuanying monks. With these people's cultivation level It turns out that Zhang Ao and others are a group of foundation-building monks. Of course, Zhang Ao must do something that is in line with what a foundation-building monk should do.

More than thirty people walked forward casually and quickly rushed to the river. Just a mile away, a Danjie monk fell in front, stopped everyone and asked coldly: "What sect is this fellow Taoist? Why is Qi Meridian different from mine?" Wait different?”

Demonic skills have their own style, with special training methods, which are different from the worldly skills. Zhang was afraid that the skills he practiced were included, so he stopped and said the truth: "The mountain gate has been destroyed, and there is no gate or sect."

"Oh?" The Danjie monk looked at a group of girls: "Even if you are destroyed, you will always have a name. Who taught you the technique?"

Zhang Ain thought about it carefully and realized that he had never had a master. What he had learned before was passed down from his senior brother Chuan Gong. He sighed and said, "I don't have a master."

The alchemy-forming monk left a question, and the other hundreds of monks continued to fly forward, as if searching for something. After a while, the group of demon cultivators flew away and disappeared, leaving only three pill-forming demon cultivators not far away, looking this way. They believed that even if an accident occurred, four pill-forming demon cultivators were enough to kill thirty-nine foundation-building cultivators.

Zhang was afraid that he would pretend not to see it and fight whoever wanted to fight. He had no intention of getting involved.

The questioning monk was stunned when he heard this, pointed at the girls and asked: "You don't have a master? Even if you don't have a master, they don't have a master either?" Zhang Ping said: "I taught them." The Danjie monk's face turned cold: "Stop talking nonsense to me. Do you think I can't kill you?" Zhang Ain sighed and said, "To be honest, you also kill me?"

The Dan-Jie cultivator was angry, and he summoned two flying swords and was about to take action. One of the three companions not far away said: "If you are not a ghost disciple, don't waste your time. Master is still waiting for us." Another person laughed and said: "So You want to kill such a beautiful woman. You don’t know how to show mercy to her. Xiang Laoliu could hardly move just now. I guess the first thing he wants to do after destroying the Blood Knife Sect is to come back and snatch the woman. You kill the woman, are you not afraid of him? Looking for you to fight?" The third monk didn't want to talk nonsense and snorted: "Let's go."

Ghost disciples are very good at distinguishing, and they can tell the authenticity at a glance, so among the hundreds of monks who flew over, only one person was left to interrogate and the three to look after them, and they did not take Zhang Ao and others seriously at all. The angry monk listened to the three people talking and knew that things had priorities and that he could not cause trouble without authorization at this time. He had no choice but to suppress his anger, glare at Zhang Wen, and then chased after the three people.

The one among the three monks who was talking with a smile asked him: "Which sect do you belong to?" The angry monk replied: "There is no sect, no sect, the sect was destroyed, and there is no master." "You asked this after asking for a long time?" Three The monk was a little surprised, and then said: "As long as you are not a ghost disciple, I will ask you slowly when you get back." As he spoke, the four people disappeared into the distance.

Watching them leave, Zhang Tianfang asked, "Do you want to go watch the fun?" Zhang Wen shook his head and rejected the suggestion. Fang Jian said: "The demon country monks are quite interesting. They stand up for the people and risk their lives for nothing. Even our righteous sect will not do such good deeds easily." Zhang Tianfang said disdainfully: "A bunch of bullshit hypocrites and selfish villains, saying that they what?"

It was dark at this time and there was no one around. Zhang felt at ease because he was afraid of flying back to the river with others. The girls were still immersed in the festivities of the wedding, chatting incessantly. One girl came to ask Zhang Awei: "When are you going to marry Sister Yunyi and Sister Xi'er?" Zhang Awei couldn't answer, so he pulled Zhang Tianfang as a shield: "You guys play first, I will." I have something to discuss with Tian Fang.”

He forced Zhang Tianfang to run more than a hundred meters away and sit down. Zhang Tianfang was very unhappy and said, "Let go!" Zhang Weing set up a barrier casually, took out some spiritual wine and spiritual meat and asked, "Drink?" Zhang Tianfang immediately turned from anger to joy: "This Not bad." Fang Jian came over and said, "Count me in."

The three of them sat by the river, listening to the waves and looking at the moon, raising their glasses and drinking their sorrows. They were very arty and elegant. Talking nonsense, complaining, and sitting until midnight, forty miles downstream, suddenly the spiritual aura rose to the sky, and countless spiritual power fluctuations came. It was crazy and chaotic, and many people were fighting.

This night was destined to be an eventful one. Hundreds of monks whom I had seen during the day were blocked in the lower reaches of the river and beaten up. More than 400 foundation-building monks, more than 100 alchemy monks, and 13 Nascent Soul monks were chased by thousands of ghost disciples. He fled down the river in embarrassment, but was ambushed and killed by ghost followers on the river. Coincidentally, it was not too far away from Zhang Afraid and others.

Zhang Tianfang drank and wanted to vent, so he stood up and said, "Go and have a look." Without waiting for the two of them to react, Zhang Tianfang flew down quickly. Zhang was afraid that he had no choice but to throw out the flying boat and call the girls to get on the boat and rush downstream. For safety reasons, several ice walls were built into a hut to cover the flying boat. He and Fang Jian stayed outside to deal with it.

As they got closer, they found that the demon cultivator they had seen during the day was surrounded by ghost disciples. Zhang Tianfang used the strength of alcohol to wield the ghost sword and hacked randomly in the crowd. Zhang Weixing had no choice but to say: "Come on." Fang Jian said with a smile: " These demon cultivators can be regarded as standing up for the people, and we should vent their anger for the people." Zhang Ain smiled and said, so that he could feel more balanced, and thought: "Let's fight, when will there be peace?"

Fang Jian was wielding a sword, and together with Zhang Weir, the two swords flew together to meet Zhang Tianfang. Zhang Tianfang got excited and shouted: "Come again, come again." But the ghost sword was sharp, and there was no one who could combine with it, and he didn't know what he was doing. Who are you telling me to come again?

In the middle of the night, half of the moon, the surrounding areas are dark, with only the occasional magic light group that gathers and disperses to bring some light. In the pitch-black world, the two gangs fought fiercely. They practiced magic skills, and most of the magic weapons they used were ghost flags, bones, and other objects, which made the night even more eerie and terrifying. Zhang was afraid that the three of them would be caught in the middle and rush to kill each other. Zhang Tianfang was especially excited. Killing ghosts in the dark was what he was best at. The silent and dark ghost knife harvested the lives of ghost disciples like cutting wheat.

The three of them killed too many people, and they were finally discovered by high-level ghost disciples. Three people came to meet them. A white bone sword, a black hook, a black rope, and three evil magic weapons were struck at their vital points.