Sign In Buddha’s Palm

Since coming to the foot of Kunlun Mountain, most of Su Qin's spiritual senses are used to perceive the spatial fluctuations of Kunlun Mountain.

The rest of the spiritual sense was condensed into the body, but just now, Su Qin noticed a familiar breath approaching.

"Uncle Third, what are you looking at?" Li Wan, who was next to him, saw Su Qin's gaze, and hurriedly stepped on his feet and looked out of the inn.

as predicted.

After a moment.

A monk in a gray robe strode in.

This monk is extremely inconspicuous, like an ordinary person, but the Sword King of Qingcheng, who was sitting on the second floor, almost exclaimed when his face changed greatly.

"Mysterious bitterness!"

Sword King Qingcheng suddenly stood up and stared straight at the gray-robed monk in disbelief.

He never thought that he would meet the "Xuanku" holy monk of Shaolin Temple here.

With the words of Qingcheng Sword King spread.

All the warriors in the entire inn were stunned, and their eyes quickly fell on the gray-robed monk who had just walked in.

"Xuanku?"

"Is he the 'Xuanku' holy monk from Shaolin Temple?"

"The holy monk 'Xuanku' is too young, isn't it?"

"The holy monk 'Xuanku' came here, did he also want to compete for the Temple of War?"

Numerous warriors chatted quickly, their eyes constantly swept over 'Xuan Ku'.

"Namo Amitabha."

The grey-robed 'Xuan Ku' bowed slightly and said, "The little monk is not here for the Temple of War."

The words 'Xuan Ku' came out.

The warriors on the field were even more puzzled.

Today, the warriors who come to Kunlun Mountain are basically directed at the War God Temple. If ‘Xuan Ku’ is not interested in the War God Temple, why did he appear here at this time?

Under everyone's attention, 'Xuan Ku' raised his head slightly and said loudly: "The little monk has found you, haven't you shown up yet?"

"Xuanku little bald donkey, you've been chasing me for several months and traveling tens of thousands of miles, do you really want to kill me?"

A hoarse voice came.

I saw a man with cold eyes walk out. The man's facial features are ordinary, but there is an inexplicable evil revealing, which makes people can't help but fall into it.

"Seven Evil Looters, he!?"

A warrior's expression changed greatly, and a trace of fear appeared.

Qixie Sanren came to the Jianghu, a famous evil Taoist martial artist. In order to practice evil arts, he once slaughtered several villages in a row, and even Tang State wanted him. If it wasn't for Qixie Sanren being a great master of the first rank, and if there was any trouble, he would immediately escape, and I'm afraid it would fall into Tang Guo's hands.

"Qixie, this little bald donkey has never left his hand on this journey. You know best whether he wants to kill us all."

A thin man slowly stood up and stood side by side with Qixie Sanren. The emaciated man had bulging cheekbones and sallow skin, but there was a faint tyranny in his eyes.

"Shenzhen, why did he come."

Many warriors on the field had cold hands and feet, and even the Sword King Qingcheng had a trace of fear in his eyes.

Whether it is Qi Xie Sanren or Sha Zhenren, they are all 1st rank masters of the evil way who are in trouble in the world today. Their methods are vicious, and their actions can lead to wanton slaughter. I don’t know how many warriors are afraid.

"The little monk didn't kill them all. If you are willing to go back to the Shaolin Temple with the little monk and enter the Devil's Pagoda for the rest of your life, you can still live."

‘Xuan Ku’ folded his hands together and said softly.

"Humph!"

"Magic Town Tower?"

"You think we're bound to lose?"

At this time, two more figures came out of the inn, one was a woman with a beautiful face, and the other was a tall man, both of them were like Qixie Sanren and Shadao people, and they were evil Taoist warriors in the world of cholera.

In particular, the woman with a beautiful face was good at harvesting the sun, and she didn't know how many male warriors had been drained of energy.

"My God, we were all talking in front of these four Hades just now?"

The many warriors in the inn felt their legs and feet softened and their hearts trembled.

If it wasn't for the sudden appearance of the saint monk 'Xuanku', I am afraid that no one on the field thought that he had walked between life and death.

According to the personalities of these four evil cultivators, if they were not hunted down by the 'Xuanku' holy monk, they would have taken action long ago and slaughtered all the cultivators in the inn, using their blood to heal the wounds.

Even the Sword King of Qingcheng, his expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

Although he had long noticed that there was a rank aura hidden in the inn, he didn't know it was these notorious cultivators.

"Xuan Ku, can you handle it?"

Qingcheng Sword King held the hilt at his waist and looked down.

In any case, Xuan Ku came from Shaolin Temple and belonged to the righteous sect. Now that he is besieged by wicked warriors, how could he stand idly by?

Besides, if these evil cultivators really killed Xuan Ku, they would probably turn their heads and shoot at him.

"Whether it is a win or a loss depends on the ability of a few."

Xuan Ku raised his head to look at several evil Taoist warriors, raised his right hand, and the terrifying internal force rose, almost covering the entire inn.

In front of the vast Buddhist aura of Zhiyang, several evil Taoists suddenly felt their strength suppressed.

"Xuanku little bald donkey, don't be too complacent, you are still drinking milk when I wait for the world."

Qixie Sanren stomped his right foot to the ground, turning into a poisonous snake, rushing towards Xuan Ku.

The other three also used their own means, and vaguely surrounded Xuan Ku in the center.

Boom!

The aura of the first-grade grandmaster's fighting permeates the air. If Xuan Ku was not willing to hurt the innocent and left the inn in time, I am afraid that the entire inn would have collapsed long ago.

When many warriors in the inn saw this scene, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they rushed out of the inn to watch Xuan Ku and several evil warriors fight.

Fights between first-rank grandmasters are rare, especially this kind of fight with more and less, it is even more difficult to happen.

A Grade 1 Grandmaster is not a fool, so how could he take the initiative to fight against the powerhouses of the same level?

Only a Buddhist genius like Xuan Ku, who can control the evil way, has the confidence to hunt down and kill several evil Taoists.

Qingcheng Sword King hesitated for a while, but did not immediately take action.

One is that if he does it at this moment, he will definitely scare away several evil Taoist martial artists.

The second is that he also wants to find out the strength of Xuan Ku. With the strength of Xuan Ku, the ordinary first-rank is not an opponent at all, but at this moment, there are four first-rank great masters, and they should be able to force out the full strength of Xuan Ku.

"Wait until Xuan Ku can't stand it anymore and help."

Sword King Qingcheng thought for a while, and began to look at the battlefield outside the inn.

"Three uncles."

"Who do you think they will win?"

Li Wan's eyes were bright and she asked in a low voice.

Although in the palace, Li Wan had also seen the trial between the red-clothed eunuch and the deputy commander of the Imperial Army.

But where can there be the excitement of Xuan Ku and several evil Taoist warriors fighting to the death with all their strength?

In particular, the monstrous murderous aura exuded from those evil cultivators made Li Wan feel inexplicably frightened.

"Who will win?"

Su Qin sat casually on the seat with a deep meaning on his face.

PS: Ashamed, ashamed, a little Carvin~~~