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He didn't ask about Mulihua's situation, even if the temple master didn't say anything, he could guess a little bit.

"Da'an Taoist and Daliang Wuzu signed a covenant, the two sides ceased fighting, good-neighborly and friendly, you know about this?"

Zhang Wenfeng heard that in order to wait for him to leave the customs, Taoist Supervisor and Da Tianshi waited until the beginning of February next year. , a few days before his departure, I asked Tu Kun to go back from Scattered Island to attend the covenant ceremony on his behalf.

Rong Shuzhi nodded, glanced at the spiritual energy stones, materials, magic weapons, inner armor, robes, talismans and other items piled up in the Shoushen bottle, which were enough for him to recover to the third level, and purposely checked the dimly colored woman in the corner The dress, he flipped through the dress with his spiritual sense, revealing an embroidered sachet, thinking about others after seeing things, leaving a glimmer of hope after all.

The grievances between the Wu clan and the Taoists have nothing to do with him, and it would be better to reconcile.

"You and I go back to the fairy temple to practice. The conditions there are better, and you can recover to the fourth level in a few years."

"Forget it, I'm still taking the orthodox imperial examination training path in the academy, nourishing the culture, cultivating the noble spirit, and the benefits of slowness. There is plenty of time in this life. When I walk, I will reach the top of the mountain and look around. A different landscape."

Rong Shuzhi rejected the kind invitation from the temple master, and said, "Have you used up that light cloud stone?"

Zhang Wenfeng took out the palm-sized thin gray stone that even the soaring Master Merlin said was valuable, and handed it to Rong Shuzhi. It was originally the treasure in the bottle, and said, "Do you need the second-tier to third-tier Boundary Breaking Pill? I can Find a way to find Dao Luyuan."

"No, I'm suppressing the speed of cultivation, so as not to be too shocking."

Rong Shuzhi said with a smile: "You stay on Sporadic Island for a while longer, just talk to me from time to time, and you don't need any help for anything else."

Zhang Wenfeng understood this guy's flamboyant intention to take advantage of the situation, rolled his eyes, and said, "I don't mind taking in an extra apprentice, little brother, you must know that monks who are crying and wanting to be my apprentice are gone."

"Pull it down, if you want to take advantage of me, there is no door."

The two chatted casually, chatting and chatting for more than an hour, a jar of old wine was drained, the accountant walked out of the tea house, the sun was not high in the west, and a few Confucianism cultivators dressed as scholars were waiting outside.

Zhang Wenfeng ignored it and walked towards the circular stone tower in the city.

Shui Qingru, who had been shopping nearby and purchased a lot of items, hurriedly followed, and looked back at the chubby young man who was explaining in a low voice to several scholars. The two looked at each other from a distance, and the young man smiled at her.

Zhang Wenfeng lived in a courtyard on the top of the mountain in the north of the city. He lived in seclusion, practiced swordsmanship every day, dismantled magic spells, chanted scriptures to bless the flow beads in his hands, fed the spiritual flames in the flow beads with wood fire every now and then, was familiar with the usage of bronze figurines, and occasionally communicated with soil. Kun, Fayuan, and Chu Qinger get together.

In ten days and a half months, I fly to the top of the mountain with a chicken feather as an arrow, and drink some spirit tea.

Shui Qingru is somewhat incomprehensible to a young man, a Confucianist cultivator at the beginning of the second level, chatting casually with his master like an old friend, not asking for advice on how to practice and comprehend spells, and chatting about useless poems.

From spring to autumn, Shui Qingru, who found a breakthrough direction, practiced diligently, finally broke through the bottleneck in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and took a small step forward to reach the second level of perfection. She is a martial artist without cultivation qualifications, and every step is not easy. @·No error first launch~~

That day the young man came again, she was busy serving tea and boiling water, listening to the chat between the master and the young man, when suddenly a horn came from the mountain to give an urgent warning, she listened carefully and said:

"To the east, there are fourth-order masters approaching!"

Chapter 597 Recognized Taoist Priest

Putting down the teacup, a stern smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Wenfeng's mouth, he got up and walked out, saying: "Those bastards in Duxian Island are rushing to die in less than a year?"

He discussed with Tukun, Fayuan and others that the Duxian Islands are scattered in territory, and the population is comparable to that of a dynasty in the Eastern Continent. They can have so many fourth-level monks. Compared with them in orthodox Taoism, witchcraft, and Confucianism, etc. In it, extreme methods such as extracting living souls to make alchemy, harvesting Yin and Yang, and even practicing ghosts to devour the blood of monks are related.

The law of the jungle and the strong will eat the strong by any means, which is fully reflected in that place.

Eager for quick success and instant benefits, before the forces of other continents develop, they will act first.

Rong Shuzhi followed him out, and said with a smile, "They were just jumping around happily in the early stage. Every time the aura surges, the monks on Duxian Island will cause disasters for the first 100 years. After 100 years, they will be cleaned up every time. Miserable."

Shui Qingru curiously said: "There are very few records of Duxian Island in the classics."

Rong Shuzhi smiled and shook his head, "The existence of Duxian Island is not something glorious after all, and it doesn't make much sense to write about it as a whitewash. It's better not to write, or to write less.,

The two of them didn't leave the city, they watched the temple master and Fa Yuan and Chu Qing'er flying eastward.

The long city formation covering an area about ten miles wide and twenty miles long shone with light.

Teams of monks, led by third-tier masters, rushed to various key points. Although the sporadic island cities that had just been built were simple, they were also divided into inner and outer cities. The monks attacked the city secretly, and the inner city could rely on a separate large formation to stand firm and wait for help. After the formation of the outer city was broken, it would last longer.

The three of Zhang Wenfeng rushed to the beach dozens of miles away, and joined Tu Kun who had arrived first.

In the distance above the sea, there are two monks alone.

A young man is tall and slender, with a mild and handsome complexion, dressed as a scholar in a white gown, with a silver-sheathed gem-decorated sword hanging from his waist, and a white jade fan in his hand, walking leisurely. The face, but not wearing a monk's robe, is tall, thick and black, dressed as a martial artist, standing expressionlessly like an iron tower in the air. @·No error first launch~~

"What road number?"

"They claim to be 'The Vast Continent, monks. They traveled from Duxian Island. They came to the Eastern Continent to experience different winds and local customs. I can't tell the truth from the fake. The two guys seem to be very powerful."

Tu Kun quickly transmitted the sound to the three of them, briefly explaining the situation.

Among the fourth-order monks in the entire Eastern Continent, he currently has the highest cultivation level.

He unceremoniously checked the cultivation of the two people opposite him with his spiritual eyes. The scholar who was like a young master was actually a fourth-level consummation, and the warrior monk also had a fourth-level late stage, both of which were higher than his mid-level fourth level.

The fourth-order thief cultivators of Duxian Island that were wiped out a year ago had the highest cultivation level at the middle stage of the fourth stage, and most of them were at the early stage.

Zhang Wenfeng was stunned. Because the soil protector had restored his previous cultivation, he had obtained sufficient resources over the years, and his cultivation speed was fast enough, but it was far behind the two of them. However, the mere two of them traveled to the chaotic Duxian Island, so calm and relaxed, which is enough to explain a lot of problems.

There are five continents in Qingming Tianxia, ​​which are: East Continent, West Continent, Vast Continent, Tiangan Continent, and Nanyuan Continent.

The Vast Continent has the largest territory, and each continent is far apart. Even the Western Continent, which is the closest to the Eastern Continent, is [-] miles away. The monks who can travel far are the best.

Monk Fa Yuan clasped his hands together and saluted: "Fa Yuan has seen two benefactors, but I don't know how to address them?"

The white-clothed scholar clasped his hands to look at Fa Yuan, and said with a smile, "Master has such a pure Buddha nature, Lu Changyuan is so polite."

Glancing at the young Taoist priest opposite, he noticed that the Taoist aura was unusual. His eyes swept over a small black cloth bag hanging on the Taoist priest's waist, and paused for a while.

This place in the Eastern Continent is a bit interesting, and you can meet two strange people at random.

Monk Wufu put his palms together and returned the salute: "The magic weapon of Tianchan Stone Temple, I have seen the monk.

With such a weird dharma name, Zhang Wenfeng caught a glimpse of a smile in the eyes of Chu Qinger beside him.

Monk Fayuan stood in awe, his tall and thin body stood upright, his white eyebrows raised, and he asked questions in a strange language. The rough-looking monk seemed to have never expected the old monk who could be blown down by the opposite wind.

Knowing the ancient sayings of Buddhism is also an ancient Buddhist language that Tianchanshi Temple must learn.

The two monks asked and answered each other, and others were like listening to heavenly scriptures.

Tu Kun said via voice transmission: "I have heard of Tianchan Stone Temple, which was very famous more than 500 years ago."

Zhang Wenfeng has read about the classics of other continents, but he has no impression of Tianchan Stone Temple. Monk Fayuan can verify the authenticity of the monks opposite him, which saves him from suspicion and even the possibility of fighting.

He is not afraid of fighting, nor does he like pointless fights.

It's no fun to fight and kill, everyone sits down to drink tea and chat to exchange practice experience, isn't it good to be harmonious?

With his ability to perceive killing and karma, he didn't notice the evil karma of the Duxian island thief Xiu from the two of them, but the magic weapon monk was quite evil, and there was a slight karma entanglement on his body.

Fayuan took out his Tianshan Temple identity card, exchanged it with the monk Fabao, and with a warm smile on his face, he said in the common language of the Eastern Continent: "Welcome to come from afar, so kind!"

Introduced Tu Kun, Zhang Guanzhu and Chu Qing'er to the two who were slowly approaching.

After the two parties met, the scholar named Lu Changyuan smiled and said: "Master Dharma Treasure and I will not disturb the city. The scenery here is beautiful, the sky is high and the wind is gentle, and the sea is surging. It is suitable for friends to talk and ask for advice. What do you think?"

Tu Kun understands the other party's worry, he doesn't want to invite the other party to the city yet, the sporadic island city defense array gathers the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for a short time, and it is easy to be overwhelmed, he said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Lu is really a gentleman, please wait a moment, both of you, Wait for Tu to arrange something for the guests."

He raised his hands, and the blue-black reef was pulled up from the ground, and a cloud of mud, dust and sand flew into the air, and was burned away by a khaki flame.

In just a few moments, a simple viewing platform was set up on the reef by the sea, with a glazed pavilion cover on the top, supported by four stone pillars, and stone benches and tables were made from local materials. A clever native method.

"You two, please!"

"Fellow Daoist Tu is superb in spells, which opened Lu's horizons."

Lu Changyuan walked into the viewing platform with a smile, and sat down with several people. @·No error first launch~~

Fayuan and Fabao sat on the other side, and the two communicated in ancient Buddhist language. As the conversation deepened, Fabao respected the old monk more and more, showing a thoughtful look from time to time, and the evil spirit on his body subsided unconsciously.

Zhang Wenfeng secretly paid attention to the two monks in the corner, and he admired the monk Fayuan.

Monk Fabao looked like a single-minded ascetic at first glance, a guy who didn't get into oil and salt, but was subdued by Monk Fayuan with the Buddhist Zen machine.

Chu Qing'er took out the utensils, boiled water to make tea, and listened to the conversation of several people.

This is the second time Lu Changyuan has met a meritorious bodyguard monk. Before the tea was boiled, he suggested with a smile: "Traveling thousands of miles and reading thousands of books is not as profound as talking with fellow practitioners. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Zhang is interested. , let’s get started and exchange swordsmanship and spells.”

He had already experienced Tu Kun's spells, and among them, he identified the Taoist priest with a warm smile.

Monk Fabao also looked over, and said expressionlessly: "My generation of monks, why are you afraid of a fight! What are mothers-in-law and mothers doing?"

Fa Yuan's white eyebrows moved unnoticed, this savage monk wasted his saliva for a long time.

Chapter 598

Tu Kun "Teng" stood up, how could he allow outsiders to run on the audience so rudely, so what if he looked powerful?

Qianglong still doesn't overwhelm the snake. It's hard to say who will win if he hasn't fought.

He sneered and said, "Tu is overthinking himself, so he will accompany the two guests who came from afar to do a few tricks, so that no one will laugh at us for our poor hospitality. I wonder who will come first?"

He looked at the scholar Lu Changyuan, and his words were stinging, mocking the two as uninvited guests.

Monk Fabao stood up and said, "Don't trouble fellow Daoist Lu, I'll come."

He folded his palms together and bowed to Fa Yuan who stood up slowly, "Senior brother, let's just watch from the wall. After I win the fellow Taoists, I will ask my senior brother about the Dharma."

Fayuan had no choice but to put his palms together to advise, "Don't do any evil, do all good, and purify your mind!"

"Senior Brother's words are very true, but what I have cultivated is Vajra Glory."

Monk Fabao stepped forward and chased several miles into the air, not to speak, and punched Tu Kun three miles away in the air, as if there was a loud thunderbolt out of thin air. Crisp and neat.

Tu Kun pointed two fingers in the middle of his right hand, and the golden glow disappeared in the air.

"Bang", the violent fist hit the place where Tu Kun had just stood up, fluctuating violently. Tu Kun dodged one step before he could not wait, and continued to widen the distance with the magic weapon monk, and all the afterimages were defeated.

Vibrating with force, the wind swept across the surrounding area hundreds of feet away, flying sand and rocks on the island.

Seeing the power of the punch, Zhang Wenfeng, who flew up to watch the battle, was in a dark state of mind, Wufu is so unreasonable.

Fa Yuan murmured, "Vajra Fist, root seal, Vajra is not broken!"

What the foreign monk learned and what he learned were two directions, he couldn't persuade him at all, and he was far from returning to his peak state at this time, so there was nothing he could do.

Lu Changyuan was not worried about the sparring in the air at all. He sat alone on the stone bench and saw the teapot steaming. He picked it up and filled the fine porcelain teacup in front of him. The reactions of several people in the air.

He has been walking in the practice world for hundreds of years, and he can tell if there is anything wrong with the tea.

Fabao Monk gained momentum and was not forgiving, he chased out with one step, punched and hit, a cold light suddenly appeared from the sky behind, and stabbed at the back of Fabao Monk's neck.

"Dang", the magic weapon monk didn't bother to dodge at all, there was a slight golden light flashing on the neck, Tu Kun tried his best to use himself as bait, and used the trick in the clever sword art to sneak attack with the flying sword, but returned in vain, and the flying sword was shaken out Hundreds of feet away, he escaped into the air and disappeared.

Tu Kun's stature lowered and he flashed. He was able to use the rustic spirit to fight against the island, and narrowly avoided the subsequent punches. He felt a little bit bitter. The protection and attack of the magic weapon monk were too abnormal. Well, he couldn't bear a punch at all, so he had to use his brain to give that guy a hard punch.

Monk Fabao hit the empty space several times in a row, and shouted: "Don't run away, if you have any powerful tricks, just call at me, I will take it all hard."

"A good man, with kindness!"

If Tu Kun believes the opponent's words, he will be a ghost, and intrigue is also a kind of combat power during a battle.

He raised his hands, and dozens of large wheeled rocks smashed his head and face at the magic weapon monk's bald head. A layer of yellow dust filled the air, and a huge force of gravity suddenly acted on the body of the magic weapon monk who was standing still. ? @

The magic treasure monk couldn't bear it, and fell three feet downwards, a golden light flashed on his body, stabilizing his figure.

"Small tricks, come up with some powerful means, don't make me look down on you."

As the monk punched upwards, the strength of the fist was solid, and the sound of explosions was continuous. Dozens of stones that hit him were broken into pieces of stone powder by the fist, and the dust that was raised was billowing in the air.

The moment the monk retracted his fist, a big rock in the air swelled instantly and turned into a giant, like a hill smashing towards the relatively small magic weapon monk. To block.

Tu Kun clasped his hands together and slashed down hard.

The magic treasure monk shook his arms, shaking the gravitational bondage to create a gap, his left palm and handprints changed several times in an instant, and he punched the boulder with his right hand without hesitation, making a vajra look like glaring.

"Boom", the huge flying stone was fixed in the air for a moment by the magic weapon monk's fist.

The magic weapon monk suffered a huge shock.

As soon as he landed on the ground, he stomped hard on the hard reef and made a big hole. His whole body was shot like an arrow, and he wiped the edge of the falling boulder extremely quickly. Attack Tukun several miles away in the middle of the air.

The speed of the previous attack was not the same as before, and the counterattack came unexpectedly viciously.

"Hide!"

Zhang Wenfeng shouted, that monk is inhumanly powerful.

A huge boulder with a size of twenty feet can be punched in the air and hover for a moment, which is simply shocking.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that a Tier [-] warrior could be so powerful.

Breaking through all spells with one force, with such powerful defense and boxing skills, it is no wonder that he was able to walk out of Duxian Island safe and sound. I am afraid that the islands that the monk passed by would cause a lot of casualties, which is terrible.

Before Tukun became invisible, monk Fayuan quickly transmitted a few words to remind Tukun to pay attention to protection.

He was worried that the Mang monk, the magic weapon, would beat up the earth protector.