The Monk

Chapter 672: Robbery farce

Zhang Weifang laughed and said, "That looks good." After saying that, he and Zhang Tianfang gradually walked out.

Fifty meters away, the three of them only walked fifty meters before they were stopped. A Nascent Soul mid-level demon cultivator stood twenty meters away with a cold face, his eyes closed and silent, a murderous aura emanating from his body. Anyone with eyes knows that this man is dangerous.

Zhang Tianfang pretended to be innocent and asked, "What does this person do?"

Zhang was afraid and smiled: "Go and ask."

While the two of them were talking, more than a dozen people rushed out from nowhere and blocked the retreat from the left, back and right.

A group of spectators under the city gate were very excited and asked each other: "Is that from the Lan family outside the pass?" "It seems like, who is blocking the road in front?" "It's the first time I've seen him, he must be a master." "Nonsense, Isn't he a master who dares to steal things on the street? "Who are those three in white clothes?" "I don't know, they are from the Dufa Sect. Don't you see the magic fire on their sleeves?" I don’t know, there’s nothing else in the Holy City and there are plenty of experts, so let’s just watch the fun.”

A group of people are under the protection of the Holy City, so they dare to talk nonsense and chatter without avoiding others. From what they said, it turned out that the people from all over the world were not in the same group. Zhang Ping looked around with a smile. The person at the front was a mid-level Nascent Soul cultivator. On the left were three white-robed demon cultivators with a black magic fire embroidered on their sleeves. On the right were six big men in black holding a young master. There was an old man and a beautiful woman standing beside him, and behind him were five people, all different in height, fat and thin.

Zhang Ain looked at it and asked: "From Dufa Sect?" The question was about three people in white. "From the Lan family?" The young master's group was asked. "Who are you?" he asked the five people behind him. Finally, he spoke to the person blocking the road in front of him: "I advise you to give way."

He learned and applied it immediately, and when he knew the identities of the two families, he immediately asked them. Among the group of people, I only saw the young master who was shouting with me last night, but I didn't see the others. Of the four people rushing to buy the sand bear at the auction, only the middle-aged, thin man never showed up.

Zhang was afraid that his first words would be ignored, so the young master clasped his fists at the other three parties: "Ren Li has met a few fellow Taoists outside the pass, and I would like to ask them to do it for me, and I will be rewarded in the future."

He clearly revealed his identity, and the onlookers started to make noise again: "The Lan family, one of the four great families outside the pass, no wonder they dare to attack as soon as they leave the Holy Capital. There are many masters there."

After Renly spoke, no one from the other three parties answered, and no one was willing to give up the fat in front of them. Nineteen sand bears, at the very least, are worth more than 200 million spiritual stones, which is not a small sum for anyone.

Ren Li thought about it and then said: "As long as the three parties' Taoist friends give the Lan family this opportunity, I will compensate them with spiritual stones of equal value." It is said to be compensation, but how can the three parties share the spiritual stones equally? He was arrogant and thought he could devise a cunning plan to hold them back.

The three men in white glanced at the young master, and then locked their eyes on the old man next to them. Of all the people present, the old man had the highest cultivation level. The three of them, one Nascent Soul Intermediate and two Nascent Soul Beginner, were stunned to see. Through the old man's cultivation, he should be a high-level master, and he felt a little hesitant.

Judging from everyone's opinions, it seems that they are dividing the spoils? Zhang Tianfang didn't like being looked down upon, so he shouted loudly: "Get out of here."

He shouted, and the mid-level Nascent Soul master on the opposite side moved instantly. A shrill wind blew past, and a black claw appeared in front of Zhang Ai. It seemed that he wanted to snatch the big bag and kill people on the way.

Zhang was afraid and didn't hide. He held up a large shield in front of him, opened his claws with a clang, and then spoke to Zhang Tianfang: "What are you shouting for? You're causing a fight! I'll leave it to you."

Zhang Tianfang was eager to fight, so he drew out his bright silver magic sword and performed sword techniques, and asked in response: "Aren't you handsome?"

The mid-level master thought that bullying a Foundation Establishment disciple would be easy to catch, but he didn't expect to be blocked by a shield. He said coldly: "The magic weapon is good, it belongs to me." The figure moved with the cold wind and shot towards Zhang Wen.

At this time, the three men in white also moved. They moved when the intermediate master's first attack was blocked. The two junior men in white blocked the retreat of Zhang Awei and the three of them. They also wanted to prevent others from taking the bear. The men in white clothes directly attacked Zhang Wen and left. They believed that a primary Nascent Soul master and two Foundation Establishment disciples were not worth taking seriously. It didn't matter whether they were killed or not. The main target was the sand bear. There were too many people who wanted it, so it was a matter of who could move faster.

The four groups were preconceived and careless, thinking that it was a coincidence that Zhang Ain took out the shield. The magic weapon was super good and could block attacks from masters. However, they did not want to think more about why he took out the shield to block attacks by coincidence.

Zhang Tianfang was still posing when the man in white came and killed him, making him furious: "Go to hell." The ghost sword flew out from his waist and struck the middle-level man in white.

The man in white didn't care, and took out a black knife to strike at him. He heard a slight cracking sound, and half of the knife was left in his palm. Only then did he realize that it was not good, so he turned over and retreated. The three men in white must have been in battle formation for a long time. One person retreated, and the other two followed him back into a guard formation, looking cautiously at their opponents.

The middle-level man in white was cut off with his sword. He knew that he could not snatch the sand bear back at once, and there were still people around him who were watching eagerly. He did not dare to take risks easily, so he retreated.

At this time, the mid-level master of Nascent Soul on the opposite side came back to kill them again. The sky was full of black claws, and hundreds of attacks were directed at Zhang Ai and the other two people. The main target was still the pocket containing the sand bear.

Zhang Tianfang also took out his shield and shouted to Fang Jian: "Stop pretending, hurry up and fight."

Fang Jian smiled softly, showed the Fu Shen Sword, and pushed it outward slightly. All the claw shadows in the sky disappeared under his push, and then spoke to Zhang Tianfang: "Did you see it? This is how the magic sword is used."

He moved so fast that most people couldn't see clearly. They only knew that the black claws in the sky were just grabbing him and then disappearing. But looking at the three people in the field, it seems that they didn't fight back? Only the big man posing was able to force the man in white away with a single blow, while the other two seemed to have made no move.

Zhang Tianfang didn't understand, so he asked Fang Jian, "Where is your sword?"

There are so many powerful enemies outside, but the three guys in the field actually have time to joke around. No matter how stupid you are, you know something is wrong. They are not pretending to be pigs and eating tigers, right?

The one who felt the deepest feeling was the mid-level master who was attacking. His claws were all broken by someone's sword. The sword was too fast. After the strike, thousands of plum blossoms appeared. Not only did it break the claws, but it also stabbed him. He had to retreat quickly. Fang Jian only gave him a slight push and he was already a thousand meters away.

Four groups planned to rob the sand bear, and four of them took action one after another. There were two groups that did not take action. They were the largest group. There are nine people in the Lan family outside the pass, and there are five big men in black at the rear, watching eagerly for opportunities to prepare for a sneak attack.

Seeing three people in the field, the tallest guy pushed back the three masters of Dufa Sect with just one sword blow, and the handsome guy forced the middle-level masters a thousand meters away with just one sword blow. The two parties looked at each other, a little unsure, and estimated that it would not be a good idea to go up by themselves.

The five big men in black were the most agile and the weakest among the four gangs. They originally wanted to come here to pick up the bargains, but they didn’t know that the bargains were not easy to pick. There were many people trying to grab the bargains with them. The five brothers didn’t say a word. Turn around and leave.

Zhang Tianfang was stunned and shouted: "What are you doing?" The five people did not answer, but jumped into the protection area of ​​the Holy Capital. Feeling safe, they turned around and watched. One of them said: "We were just watching the excitement, and we were standing too close just now. , Fellow Taoist, please forgive me.”

This statement shocked everyone. Cultivators care about face the most. It is rare for people like them to have the courage to shame themselves. Zhang Tianfang was completely stupid. He mumbled for a long time and said: "When you rob, you should rob well. How can you leave without saying a word?" "

As soon as he said this, the demon cultivators who were watching the excitement burst into laughter. The one who reached such a state in a fight was definitely a young friend from all over the world. In four words, it’s a perfect match! First, the robbers should take the initiative to retreat and stop telling lies. Then, the robbers should stay and encourage them to continue and do well. This is simply the funniest comedy in the world.

Everyone else was laughing, but the five big men in black were very serious. They asked each other with innocent expressions: "What's wrong? What's wrong?" It seemed that what happened in front of them had nothing to do with them.

Suddenly someone said: "Shameless person." Everyone suddenly realized that it was the famous Shameless person, so they laughed even more happily. These are five demonic cultivators who are extremely shameless and have the highest level of alchemy. They do everything except not doing good deeds. They are called the five shameless disciples.

Zhang Tianfang didn't know the names of the five shameless people, so he thought someone was helping him to curse. He agreed with this view and said angrily: "How can this be possible? Just run away in the middle of the robbery? How shameless. Come back quickly!"

The five shameless people argued with him: "We are not robbing, we are just standing a little closer to you, just a little closer. Don't take it too seriously. They are robbing, we are watching the fun."

The conversation between these two people was as funny as the storytellers in the teahouse, and the people around them were laughing so hard that they couldn't help themselves. After practicing for a hundred years, how could I ever encounter such a funny thing? It was a moment of joy.

While everyone was laughing, Zhang Wear, who had not made a move in the field, suddenly jumped up. A bright silver light shot through the air in his palm, and then there was a buzzing sound. The sound was loud and unpleasant, and it was uncomfortable to hear. As the sound rang out, a string of blood drops fell from the air, as well as a broken black flag.

Then a withered old figure appeared in the sky, rushed back to the young master, grabbed him and shouted: "Back off." All his subordinates and women ran away in a flash.

Zhang Tianfang asked: "Why didn't you kill him?" Zhang Wein shook his head and said nothing. It was not that he didn't want to kill people, but because the nineteen lively sand bears hanging on his body affected his actions, which made the old man escape with injuries.

From the old man's stealthy attack to his escape, it only took a blink of an eye. Looking at the situation in the field, the four groups retreated and two groups retreated. The mid-level master who first blocked the road was standing a thousand meters away. Only one person was left in the field. Zong's three people in white clothes and Zhang Ai's three people.

After the fight just now, the masters of Dufa Sect confirmed that they bumped into a tiger dressed as a pig today. Even the most powerful old man took advantage of the chaos and was injured by a sword. How powerful must this young man be? The three of them didn't even bother to fight, and flew out directly. They also wanted to fly into the protection area of ​​the Holy City, but they valued face more and would rather risk being chased than escape outside.