The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

"These five people are actually only the sixth level of Qi refining?"

This is the only thought in Liang Yan's mind now.

Just now when the five monks rolled down from the stone pillar, Liang Yan had already sensed the cultivation base of these five people, and they were all on the sixth level of Qi refining.

"It seems that the golden light on the stone pillar just now concealed the cultivation of these people. No wonder I dismantled this array of eyes in front of them. These people have no way to stop them. It turns out that they are just a group of people in the middle stage of refining qi. goods."

Liang Yan secretly thought in his heart: "This formation is too magical, just relying on the five refining juniors, it can actually be in a stalemate with me for so long."

He glanced at the static puppets, and then secretly said in his heart: "It's not right. Although this formation is clever, it is not enough for these people to match the foundation building monks. The main thing is the materials of the puppets themselves, the swords. No harm, no fear of spells, absolutely the best!"

Just as his mind was turning, one of the five monks suddenly smashed a talisman, and the whole figure was erratic, and he rushed to the door of the hall in an instant.

Liang Yan coldly snorted when he saw it, and took it with one hand, and immediately hit a prohibition, sealing the person in place.

The poor monk has already ran to the door, seeing that one foot is about to step out of the door, but suddenly he feels that his feet are filled with lead, and he can't move anymore.

Liang Yan's face was cold, and the lightsaber beside him merged into one, and he let out a soft cry. Then the tip of the sword turned around and pointed at the monk's back, as if it would be cut out with a sword in the next moment.

"Wait! Seniors, wait a minute! Listen to the little monk first."

The monk who was locked by his lightsaber, dressed in a big red robes, was short and squat, and had stubby legs. He was yelling anxiously at the moment.

Liang Yan narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "Are there any last words?"

The humpty monk nodded first, and then shook his head hurriedly and said: "It's not a last word, it's not a last word! The younger generation is the host of the Mi Tuo Temple. If the senior does not kill me, the little monk is willing to give a treasure!"

When Liang Yan heard him say that it was the host of the Mi Tuo Temple, he couldn't help but was taken aback, and said in his heart: "It's really the host of Wushan Mountain!"

He looked at this person even though his whole body could not move from the neck down, but his face was full of horror, and he said lightly: "Well, just listen to you, if there is really any treasure, I can promise to keep you. Life!"

The short and fat monk was overjoyed. He did not dare to express his appetite. Instead, he said directly: "A few days ago, when I was still practicing in Mt. Mi Tuo, a thunder and lightning struck in mid-air. A century-old sacred tree was split in half..."

Liang Yan couldn't help feeling a move when he heard him say this, but still said disapprovingly on his face: "It's just a thunderbolt, what's the deal?"

The chunky monk swallowed and said: "The ordinary thunderbolt naturally dare not talk to the predecessors, but the thunder and lightning are extraordinary, but a purple thunder. Not only did they split the sacred tree on Mount Mi Tuo into two pieces, but also A huge minefield was formed around. The little monk also had dozens of cold and heat in his cultivation, and he didn't even dare to step beyond this minefield. There must be a treasure born!"

The short and fat monk, the host of the Mi Tuo Temple, was afraid that Liang Yan would give him a sword owl. These words were said quickly, almost finished in one breath. At the end, I was afraid that Liang Yan would be dissatisfied. At the end, I added the sentence "This must be a treasure born!"

When Liang Yan heard this, he already had seven or eight guesses in his heart, but he still had no expression on his face. He just smiled and said, "You are just a monk in the middle stage of Qi refining. There are so many things that you dare not approach. Now, it’s not necessarily a baby!"

The humpty monk looked anxious and was about to say a few more words, but then he heard Liang Yan ask: "Does anyone know about you besides telling me?"

After hearing this, the chunky monk hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, no! The purple thunder fell that day. Although many monks in the Amitabha Temple saw it, they only thought it was a vision from the sky. Only I know that there are too many on the top of the mountain. A treasure. Later, I was invited by Senior Brother Chang Hui from Shanshi Temple to come here...I came here to deal with a Taoist friend, and then ordered the monks to let the Mi Tuo Temple close the door to thank the guests until I returned. until."

In fact, what the short and fat monk wanted to say was: "Come here to subdue the demon and subdue the demon", but considering that the gray-robed evil star might have something to do with the person under the Buddha statue, he temporarily changed his words.

Liang Yan sneered after hearing this. When he visited Mi Tuo Temple before, the Ci Hang said clearly: The abbot brother went down the mountain to catch the demon, but he didn't expect it to be nonsense at all.

"You are Cidu, right?" Liang Yan said lightly: "Your life will be sent to me for the time being. If what you say is true, I will naturally keep your promise and let you have a way out."

Liang Yan said he ignored him, and with the sword in his hands, the Dingguang Sword immediately turned the tip of the sword ~www.ltnovel.com~ and pointed it at the other four people in the hall.

The four monks were refreshed, knowing that they were seriously injured at the moment, and the strength of the opponent was very different, they simply closed their eyes and waited for death, and killed their necks.

Liang Yan naturally wouldn't be polite with them. He pointed with one hand and the light sword was about to fly out to kill the enemy, but a dumb voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Brother Liang, do it slowly. For the sake of my face, let these people make a living."

Liang Yan was shocked when he heard it, and asked with a weird expression: "Are these people all attacking you, don't kill them for the New Year?"

Dumb sighed softly, "These people have a sense of incense with me, so they can be regarded as disciples and grandchildren."

When Liang Yan heard him say this, he was even more surprised, and subconsciously asked: "What do you mean by ‘disciples who have not passed the disciple’?"

Dumb replied: "The masters of the five of them were not accepted as apprentices by me before they were alive, but they were included in my door wall after death, so these people are half of my apprentices."

Liang Yan only realized it when he heard this. He glanced at the monks lying on the ground, and suddenly said coldly: "If someone is asking for mercy today, I will give you a way to survive. Quickly let out those who are suppressed under the Buddha statue. "

In fact, Liang Yan's previous exchanges with Duan were done through sound transmission, which was not known to others. Therefore, in the eyes of these monks, Liang Yan was silent for a moment, and he didn't intend to go on a slaughter. They couldn't help but stare at each other.

These people were silent for a while, and suddenly heard a tall and thin old monk speak: "Little monk, Shansi Temple, Chang Hui, the murderer who killed our mentor was suppressed under the Buddha statue. Originally, we and I were immortal. But today Since the predecessors made the move, the little monk is helpless, but to unlock the seal requires the five of our brothers and sisters to join hands."