Unexpectedly, there were passers-by in this deserted temple. If you were not upset, you would come in and borrow a corner to avoid the wind and rain.
A handsome and generous voice sounded from the temple gate. When the last word was finished, his man was already standing firmly in front of the temple gate.
Yingyuan smiled slightly and replied softly: Buddhism is always open, and you will be destined to be a good person. I am also a visitor to come and rest here. How can there be a difference between you and the teacher?
The visitor smiled at the sky and said with a strong temperament: It's interesting, interesting, I didn't expect that there was a master here.
A man in gorgeous clothes stepped into the temple, and his speech was delayed for a while. Two men in blue and black pants had already rushed behind him from outside the temple, one left and one right, followed closely behind, and naturally highlighted his identity.
The man in the gorgeous clothes looked about twenty-five years old, with a handsome appearance, with crystal clear skin on his hands and as transparent as jade. His long black hair was tied behind him by a brocade belt, his nose was plump and his eyes were flashing with dazzling divine light, like lightning, hiding evil charm, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and his demeanor was like abyss and standing on the mountain, making people unforgettable.
Of course, what makes people feel most heart-pounding is that the cold and cold red gun on his shoulders is shining on his shoulders.
The man in his left head behind the man in his Chinese uniform was a handsome young man in his twenties, tall, restrained, bright eyes and steady steps.
Of course, Yingyuan would not recognize Zong Yue, the second-ranked character of the evil sect. He was nicknamed Qianli Wulu. This person is a rising star in the evil sect, and he dominated the world with his light skills and one-hand flying sword skills.
The man walking on the left is one of the four great guardians of the evil sect. Shang Liang smiles. Don’t look at his face with a kind smile all day long. He will never be vague in killing people. He will be cruel and has no room for negotiation. He is one of the terrifying figures in the world.
This man in gorgeous clothes can make such two characters stand in front of each other, and their identities are not simple.
The wind is strong and the rain is strong, and the ancient temple in the deep mountains is deep.
Everyone can see him there. If he is an ordinary person, he will naturally not think anything is wrong. However, the three people who entered the temple are very human, and they feel something almost the moment they see Yingyuan.
He was sitting there quietly, but he couldn't notice any human breath. He didn't know whether he was a living person or a zombie, which was so weird that he couldn't tell.
Zong Yue suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, stepped forward, and smiled and said: Do you dare to ask about the name of this master?
Yingyuan's eyes never left the young man in China since the beginning and end, and it was not until Wen Zongyue's words turned to him who was talking.
Zong Yue has been in the Evil Sect for seven or eight years. He has a high level of cultivation and decisive work. However, when his sharp eyes touched Yingyuan's calm eyes, his mind trembled for no reason, and a hard heart as hard as iron swayed and could not calm down.
Taking a deep breath and barely calmed down his mind, Zong Yue's eyes looked at Yingyuan became more and more serious, and he muttered in his heart that the Tibetan monk was young, his eyes were gentle, his divine light was restrained, and his movements were as if natural.
Yingyuan ignored Zong Yue's words, but said to the young man in the gorgeous clothes: You are here.
The young man in the gorgeous clothes was slightly stunned, and stood on the ground with two feet of red with his right hand. The cracked bluestone slab was pierced through a deep hole.
The red gun is straight and upright, like his man.
He crossed his hands and hugged them in front of his chest, with a strange smile on his lips, and asked with a graceful smile: Master is waiting for me?
It wasn't.
There was no change in Yingyuan's face, and he said word by word: Now it's.
When Zong Yue heard Yingyuan's words, he frowned slightly and said coldly: Young Master, be careful, this monk pretends to be a ghost, and is mysterious, I wonder what the way to do?
The man in the Chinese uniform is the young master of the evil sect, one of the top ten masters on the blacklist, Evil Spirit Li Ruohai's apprentice Feng Xinglie.
Feng Xinglie felt enlightened, concentrating and contemplating, his eyes were like lightning, staring at Yingyuan without saying anything.
Although Shang Liang was over fifty years old, he was short, fat, and strong. He smiled and took a step forward, and protected the young man in Chinese clothes with Zong Yue, saying: If the master is waiting for my young master, please report your identity, otherwise don’t blame us brothers for being rude.
Shang Liang's feelings for Yingyuan were the same as Zong Yue, and he was unfathomable. He just sat there simply, but he gave people a sense of harmony between man and nature.
It is as flat as water and as quiet as a lake, but the more this happens, the more scary it is.
Shang Liang and Zong Yue are both well-known figures in the world. If they join forces to deal with a young monk, they will definitely cause a sensation in the world. So despite his polite words, he made it clear that he would be the first and warn the other party not to be shameless.
Yingyuan saluted slightly and said lightly: I'm not waiting for him, but he's here, he's the one I'm waiting for.
Zong Yue and Shang Liang exchanged a look silently, and vaguely guessed that the other party should have come to find fault on purpose, and his heart was suddenly covered with a dark layer.
Yingyuan has beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes. Although his words are mysterious and seem to be very good at doing things, he will never be over twenty-five years old no matter how hard he looks. How strong can this child-like character make and how high the waves can it cause?
Then he thought again, maybe this was a suspicious plan. The other party could intercept them here. It was a very troublesome thing to just use this accurate information, not to mention that there were some mysterious big figures hidden behind him. Otherwise, he would not have been arrogant enough to provoke the three masters of the evil sect alone.
The top ten masters of the evil sect leader Li Ruohai are very powerful in martial arts and are powerful in the world. He is not just a person who is not idle and can be seen by him. However, it is easy to avoid open guns and difficult to guard against hidden arrows. No one can touch him, which does not mean that he cannot touch his subordinates, so the two Zongshang and Shang must be careful.
Zong Yue quietly gave a wink in the dark and asked Shang Liang to test it, but he said kindly: Since the master refuses to tell the truth, then I am sorry.
Feng Xinglie seemed to be still thinking and did not say anything to stop him. Shang Liang nodded slightly, his eyes flashed violently, and he quietly approached a few steps.
Yingyuan saw Shang Liang's movements, and knew it in his heart, but his body was still moving, letting him get close.
After Shang Liang blocked the young man in China, he and Yingyuan were only five or six steps away. With his pace, he would force him to reach Yingyuan's arm.
Shang Liang calculated the distance and position of each other in his heart, and quietly slid into the iron dagger hidden in his sleeve seed in his hand, like a potential cave seed, and the poisonous snake with his head raised and his head was ready to go.
Shang Liang's eyes were focused on Yingyuan's hands, because no matter how a person's movements change, when he sits cross-legged, where is the other way to attack besides using his hands?
Unexpectedly, the moment he took action, Yingyuan stood up gently, with a layer of peaceful golden light in his eyes, he saluted with his hands, and said lightly: Come from wherever he comes, and go from wherever he goes, since you are coming, it is destined to be you.
The knife that Shang Liang was about to stab him stopped in the air. The feeling of depression made him feel sad as if he was about to vomit blood. He stood up, put his hands together, and bowed. All the movements of Yingyuan were solid and round. The cooperation between the movements contained a mysterious and beautiful law, with no clues and flaws, and it was imperfect.
Yingyuan's Buddhism is profound, and a simple look will remove Shang Liang's fighting spirit. Without a ruthless and decisive heart, the fierce and deadly knife will naturally not be able to stab it. His heart is confused and his steps stagger aside.
At this time, Zong Yueyuan did not help the Dual Cultivation Mansion to recruit son-in-law three years later. When he pursued Bai Suxiang, he was calm and saw that Shang Liang suffered a secret loss, and he sneered: Master is such a good method?Could it be for my evil door?The Shang Guardian has already explained it to you very clearly. The young master is noble and the master refuses to show his identity. You are deliberately causing trouble. Hehe, then don’t blame me for bullying others with power.
Yingyuan smiled at the corner of her mouth, but saw the erected column curtain covered with spider webs, and he heard him say softly: Evil Gate?Never heard of it.
This is the truth, the truth is that there is no need to lie about Yingyuan's identity. He has never left Tibet. How could he know that there is a sect like the Evil Sect, a sect that is both good and evil in the Central Plains martial arts world. However, Yingyuan's tone is so scary. His words fell into the other party's ears, undoubtedly naked contempt and provocation.
Shang Liang and Zong Yue were both dissatisfied, and even Feng Xinglie was in a state of depression. He was an orphan. He grew up with his master Li Ruohai since childhood. Li Ruohai, who was both a father and a teacher, had a high status in his mind. He did not think of a second person. Now some people look down on evil sects, that is, they look down on his master. How could he not be angry?
Zong Yue naturally knew Feng Xinglie's temperament and shouted angrily: Master, where did you come from?How dare you speak loudly in front of the young master and insult my sect. Could it be that I bully me, no one can control you?
Yingyuan shook her head slightly, without saying a word, but she no longer explained.
Zong Yue snorted coldly, shook his body, and used the ghostly and faint light body skill, withdrew his hand into his claws, and headed straight for Yingyuan's shoulder.
He was meticulous, deep and restrained, and the other party was in a fearless manner. He naturally did not dare to hold on. He used his claws like lightning, and his strength was like thunder. He had hidden defense styles in the attack. He did not seek to kill the enemy in one move. He seemed to be aggressive, but in fact he could be considered to be a skillful move and was just a proper one.
Who knew that Yingyuan stood there motionless and let him attack, Zong Yue's tiger claws encountered no obstacles at all, and just grabbed his shoulders.
This seems to be common sense, but it seems that it is unexpected that the several tricks that Zong Yue had thought of were useless.
Zong Yue was slightly stunned, and he didn't expect that the other party would be so incompetent and could be captured so easily. The tiger's grip tightened and shouted: If the master still doesn't want to reveal his identity, Zong would offend him.
Yingyuan's footsteps were like pine trees, and she didn't move at all. Her eyes naturally showed a compassionate look, and she smiled and said: The person I'm looking for is not you.
Since Zong Yue debuted, he has never seen such a person who doesn’t know how to write the word “death”. He was furious and calmed down his dantian. He gathered his skills and exerted force. He shouted: I don’t know how to lift up.
This time he did not retain it, and used all his skills. The power of the tiger claws would have to deform even the iron lumps. But when he pressed his hand down, he immediately realized something was wrong. It turned out that the shoulder of the eagle suddenly sank down along the force, like a swimming fish diving or an eagle hitting the air, and he had to escape from his five-fingered iron mountain.
Zong Yue's strength was in the empty space, and his chest suddenly became stagnant, feeling stuffy, as if he raised an iron hammer and smashed it hard on his chest.
In Yingyuan's eyes, all living beings are equal and have no distinction between importance and weight. Zong Yue's center of gravity is unstable, and his body staggers, retreats to the side, and treats Shang Liang at the same time.
Zong Yue was shocked and pointed at Yingyuan, but was shocked and angry, not knowing what to say.
Yingyuan was calm and composed, and his mind was calm. He looked at Feng Xinglie with deep meaning, ignoring the two Zongshangs who were eyeing him.
Zong Yue and Shang Liang stood beside him, their faces turning from white to red and turned blue. But after taking the move just now, they knew that the person in front of them had much higher cultivation than them, so they did not dare to act rashly.
At this time, there was no obstacle between Yingyuan's words Feng Xinglie. He walked forward slowly, stood firm at the three steps in front of Feng Xinglie, his eyes were shattered and light, and the Buddhist singing faintly sounded around him.
A handsome and generous voice sounded from the temple gate. When the last word was finished, his man was already standing firmly in front of the temple gate.
Yingyuan smiled slightly and replied softly: Buddhism is always open, and you will be destined to be a good person. I am also a visitor to come and rest here. How can there be a difference between you and the teacher?
The visitor smiled at the sky and said with a strong temperament: It's interesting, interesting, I didn't expect that there was a master here.
A man in gorgeous clothes stepped into the temple, and his speech was delayed for a while. Two men in blue and black pants had already rushed behind him from outside the temple, one left and one right, followed closely behind, and naturally highlighted his identity.
The man in the gorgeous clothes looked about twenty-five years old, with a handsome appearance, with crystal clear skin on his hands and as transparent as jade. His long black hair was tied behind him by a brocade belt, his nose was plump and his eyes were flashing with dazzling divine light, like lightning, hiding evil charm, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and his demeanor was like abyss and standing on the mountain, making people unforgettable.
Of course, what makes people feel most heart-pounding is that the cold and cold red gun on his shoulders is shining on his shoulders.
The man in his left head behind the man in his Chinese uniform was a handsome young man in his twenties, tall, restrained, bright eyes and steady steps.
Of course, Yingyuan would not recognize Zong Yue, the second-ranked character of the evil sect. He was nicknamed Qianli Wulu. This person is a rising star in the evil sect, and he dominated the world with his light skills and one-hand flying sword skills.
The man walking on the left is one of the four great guardians of the evil sect. Shang Liang smiles. Don’t look at his face with a kind smile all day long. He will never be vague in killing people. He will be cruel and has no room for negotiation. He is one of the terrifying figures in the world.
This man in gorgeous clothes can make such two characters stand in front of each other, and their identities are not simple.
The wind is strong and the rain is strong, and the ancient temple in the deep mountains is deep.
Everyone can see him there. If he is an ordinary person, he will naturally not think anything is wrong. However, the three people who entered the temple are very human, and they feel something almost the moment they see Yingyuan.
He was sitting there quietly, but he couldn't notice any human breath. He didn't know whether he was a living person or a zombie, which was so weird that he couldn't tell.
Zong Yue suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, stepped forward, and smiled and said: Do you dare to ask about the name of this master?
Yingyuan's eyes never left the young man in China since the beginning and end, and it was not until Wen Zongyue's words turned to him who was talking.
Zong Yue has been in the Evil Sect for seven or eight years. He has a high level of cultivation and decisive work. However, when his sharp eyes touched Yingyuan's calm eyes, his mind trembled for no reason, and a hard heart as hard as iron swayed and could not calm down.
Taking a deep breath and barely calmed down his mind, Zong Yue's eyes looked at Yingyuan became more and more serious, and he muttered in his heart that the Tibetan monk was young, his eyes were gentle, his divine light was restrained, and his movements were as if natural.
Yingyuan ignored Zong Yue's words, but said to the young man in the gorgeous clothes: You are here.
The young man in the gorgeous clothes was slightly stunned, and stood on the ground with two feet of red with his right hand. The cracked bluestone slab was pierced through a deep hole.
The red gun is straight and upright, like his man.
He crossed his hands and hugged them in front of his chest, with a strange smile on his lips, and asked with a graceful smile: Master is waiting for me?
It wasn't.
There was no change in Yingyuan's face, and he said word by word: Now it's.
When Zong Yue heard Yingyuan's words, he frowned slightly and said coldly: Young Master, be careful, this monk pretends to be a ghost, and is mysterious, I wonder what the way to do?
The man in the Chinese uniform is the young master of the evil sect, one of the top ten masters on the blacklist, Evil Spirit Li Ruohai's apprentice Feng Xinglie.
Feng Xinglie felt enlightened, concentrating and contemplating, his eyes were like lightning, staring at Yingyuan without saying anything.
Although Shang Liang was over fifty years old, he was short, fat, and strong. He smiled and took a step forward, and protected the young man in Chinese clothes with Zong Yue, saying: If the master is waiting for my young master, please report your identity, otherwise don’t blame us brothers for being rude.
Shang Liang's feelings for Yingyuan were the same as Zong Yue, and he was unfathomable. He just sat there simply, but he gave people a sense of harmony between man and nature.
It is as flat as water and as quiet as a lake, but the more this happens, the more scary it is.
Shang Liang and Zong Yue are both well-known figures in the world. If they join forces to deal with a young monk, they will definitely cause a sensation in the world. So despite his polite words, he made it clear that he would be the first and warn the other party not to be shameless.
Yingyuan saluted slightly and said lightly: I'm not waiting for him, but he's here, he's the one I'm waiting for.
Zong Yue and Shang Liang exchanged a look silently, and vaguely guessed that the other party should have come to find fault on purpose, and his heart was suddenly covered with a dark layer.
Yingyuan has beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes. Although his words are mysterious and seem to be very good at doing things, he will never be over twenty-five years old no matter how hard he looks. How strong can this child-like character make and how high the waves can it cause?
Then he thought again, maybe this was a suspicious plan. The other party could intercept them here. It was a very troublesome thing to just use this accurate information, not to mention that there were some mysterious big figures hidden behind him. Otherwise, he would not have been arrogant enough to provoke the three masters of the evil sect alone.
The top ten masters of the evil sect leader Li Ruohai are very powerful in martial arts and are powerful in the world. He is not just a person who is not idle and can be seen by him. However, it is easy to avoid open guns and difficult to guard against hidden arrows. No one can touch him, which does not mean that he cannot touch his subordinates, so the two Zongshang and Shang must be careful.
Zong Yue quietly gave a wink in the dark and asked Shang Liang to test it, but he said kindly: Since the master refuses to tell the truth, then I am sorry.
Feng Xinglie seemed to be still thinking and did not say anything to stop him. Shang Liang nodded slightly, his eyes flashed violently, and he quietly approached a few steps.
Yingyuan saw Shang Liang's movements, and knew it in his heart, but his body was still moving, letting him get close.
After Shang Liang blocked the young man in China, he and Yingyuan were only five or six steps away. With his pace, he would force him to reach Yingyuan's arm.
Shang Liang calculated the distance and position of each other in his heart, and quietly slid into the iron dagger hidden in his sleeve seed in his hand, like a potential cave seed, and the poisonous snake with his head raised and his head was ready to go.
Shang Liang's eyes were focused on Yingyuan's hands, because no matter how a person's movements change, when he sits cross-legged, where is the other way to attack besides using his hands?
Unexpectedly, the moment he took action, Yingyuan stood up gently, with a layer of peaceful golden light in his eyes, he saluted with his hands, and said lightly: Come from wherever he comes, and go from wherever he goes, since you are coming, it is destined to be you.
The knife that Shang Liang was about to stab him stopped in the air. The feeling of depression made him feel sad as if he was about to vomit blood. He stood up, put his hands together, and bowed. All the movements of Yingyuan were solid and round. The cooperation between the movements contained a mysterious and beautiful law, with no clues and flaws, and it was imperfect.
Yingyuan's Buddhism is profound, and a simple look will remove Shang Liang's fighting spirit. Without a ruthless and decisive heart, the fierce and deadly knife will naturally not be able to stab it. His heart is confused and his steps stagger aside.
At this time, Zong Yueyuan did not help the Dual Cultivation Mansion to recruit son-in-law three years later. When he pursued Bai Suxiang, he was calm and saw that Shang Liang suffered a secret loss, and he sneered: Master is such a good method?Could it be for my evil door?The Shang Guardian has already explained it to you very clearly. The young master is noble and the master refuses to show his identity. You are deliberately causing trouble. Hehe, then don’t blame me for bullying others with power.
Yingyuan smiled at the corner of her mouth, but saw the erected column curtain covered with spider webs, and he heard him say softly: Evil Gate?Never heard of it.
This is the truth, the truth is that there is no need to lie about Yingyuan's identity. He has never left Tibet. How could he know that there is a sect like the Evil Sect, a sect that is both good and evil in the Central Plains martial arts world. However, Yingyuan's tone is so scary. His words fell into the other party's ears, undoubtedly naked contempt and provocation.
Shang Liang and Zong Yue were both dissatisfied, and even Feng Xinglie was in a state of depression. He was an orphan. He grew up with his master Li Ruohai since childhood. Li Ruohai, who was both a father and a teacher, had a high status in his mind. He did not think of a second person. Now some people look down on evil sects, that is, they look down on his master. How could he not be angry?
Zong Yue naturally knew Feng Xinglie's temperament and shouted angrily: Master, where did you come from?How dare you speak loudly in front of the young master and insult my sect. Could it be that I bully me, no one can control you?
Yingyuan shook her head slightly, without saying a word, but she no longer explained.
Zong Yue snorted coldly, shook his body, and used the ghostly and faint light body skill, withdrew his hand into his claws, and headed straight for Yingyuan's shoulder.
He was meticulous, deep and restrained, and the other party was in a fearless manner. He naturally did not dare to hold on. He used his claws like lightning, and his strength was like thunder. He had hidden defense styles in the attack. He did not seek to kill the enemy in one move. He seemed to be aggressive, but in fact he could be considered to be a skillful move and was just a proper one.
Who knew that Yingyuan stood there motionless and let him attack, Zong Yue's tiger claws encountered no obstacles at all, and just grabbed his shoulders.
This seems to be common sense, but it seems that it is unexpected that the several tricks that Zong Yue had thought of were useless.
Zong Yue was slightly stunned, and he didn't expect that the other party would be so incompetent and could be captured so easily. The tiger's grip tightened and shouted: If the master still doesn't want to reveal his identity, Zong would offend him.
Yingyuan's footsteps were like pine trees, and she didn't move at all. Her eyes naturally showed a compassionate look, and she smiled and said: The person I'm looking for is not you.
Since Zong Yue debuted, he has never seen such a person who doesn’t know how to write the word “death”. He was furious and calmed down his dantian. He gathered his skills and exerted force. He shouted: I don’t know how to lift up.
This time he did not retain it, and used all his skills. The power of the tiger claws would have to deform even the iron lumps. But when he pressed his hand down, he immediately realized something was wrong. It turned out that the shoulder of the eagle suddenly sank down along the force, like a swimming fish diving or an eagle hitting the air, and he had to escape from his five-fingered iron mountain.
Zong Yue's strength was in the empty space, and his chest suddenly became stagnant, feeling stuffy, as if he raised an iron hammer and smashed it hard on his chest.
In Yingyuan's eyes, all living beings are equal and have no distinction between importance and weight. Zong Yue's center of gravity is unstable, and his body staggers, retreats to the side, and treats Shang Liang at the same time.
Zong Yue was shocked and pointed at Yingyuan, but was shocked and angry, not knowing what to say.
Yingyuan was calm and composed, and his mind was calm. He looked at Feng Xinglie with deep meaning, ignoring the two Zongshangs who were eyeing him.
Zong Yue and Shang Liang stood beside him, their faces turning from white to red and turned blue. But after taking the move just now, they knew that the person in front of them had much higher cultivation than them, so they did not dare to act rashly.
At this time, there was no obstacle between Yingyuan's words Feng Xinglie. He walked forward slowly, stood firm at the three steps in front of Feng Xinglie, his eyes were shattered and light, and the Buddhist singing faintly sounded around him.
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