Chapter 51: Don’t make things difficult for yourself
Wu Meiniang pointed at the abbot and cursed.
"Husband, just now this old bald ass wanted to do something bad to me, and he even said he wanted an artist to draw it."
"He belongs to you. He did this just to discredit our Jiang family."
"Husband, you won't let him go, right?"
Seeing her charming and alluring look, Jiang Chuan was a little attracted to her.
He pinched her pretty face and nodded slightly.
"Don't worry. None of them can escape today. From now on, Zen Buddhism will be removed from the world of cultivation."
Wu Meiniang chuckled.
"Husband, you are awesome. But they have a quasi-Martial King. If you can't do it, don't hold on."
Abbot Zhishan felt confident when he heard what she said.
I really thought this was a Martial King just now.
Now it seems that is not the case at all.
There was a look of confidence on his face.
"Boy, you heard me. We have a quasi-Martial King. Don't make yourself unhappy."
"Leave the person to us obediently. I can forget about this matter. Otherwise, you won't even have a chance to regret it later."
The strongest protector on the side was also very tough.
"That's right. Just be afraid. If you're afraid, just admit your mistake."
Zhishan glanced at Zhiqiang behind him and kicked him.
"Don't hide behind me when you talk."
"No, abbot. This makes you look more majestic."
"Really."
"Of course. I can still lie to you."
Zhishan was very satisfied with the answer.
In his mind, there was no concept of cheating.
Jiangchuan had a headache due to their troubles.
Looking behind Duye Temple, a large number of people were approaching quickly.
Some of them are stronger than everyone else.
The entire Duye Temple is divided into front and back courtyards.
The front yard is where they make money, and some of the exercises they practice require the cooperation of women.
You can also use this aspect as a means of making money.
This is the real reason why there is a constant flow of incense and women here.
And the backyard is where zen really is.
Over there are the core disciples of the inner sect.
When Zhishan saw the person coming, he immediately bowed respectfully.
"metropolitan."
The old man with white eyebrows glanced at the corpses present.
There was a look of displeasure on his face.
He looked at the young man opposite with cold eyes.
"Sect Master, this guy ruined our business and killed so many disciples."
"Then why is he still alive now? Is this how you do things?"
Zhishan's face does not turn red and his heart does not beat.
"Sect Master, I'm afraid I'm no match for him."
"That's why I'm stalling here, waiting for you to arrive."
"Hmph. Don't make excuses."
"But if you dare to come to my Zen sect and cause trouble, you won't be able to leave alive."
The veteran waved his hand, and hundreds of Zen disciples rushed up behind him.
I also saw the system’s prompt about Jueyin Finger.
Jiangchuan instinctively refused.
After all, the first grade is too low.
However, many of his phantoms do not yet have full-level skills.
Just choose to accept it.
It took another 64 years of his life on the spot to return to his original nature.
For a moment, the information about Jueyin Finger appeared in his mind.
Seeing the cultivation method, I immediately understood why there were so many women here.
What’s more, it’s really Jueyin.
But at this time, system information popped up in my mind again.
[Ding, I discovered that the max-level Jueyin Finger and the max-level Thunder Spear will consume a hundred years of life and integrate the seventh-grade Yin Thunder Spear Technique? 】
This is really surprising.
This is the first time I have seen such an advanced technique.
Without any hesitation, choose yes decisively.
It still has a life span of more than 7,000 years, and this loss is nothing more than rain.
[Ding, the seventh-grade Yin Thunder Spear Technique has been successfully integrated. 】
The next second, the correct use of the Yin Thunder Gun came to mind.
The blue electric arc jumped between her right hands, and she blocked Wu Meiniang's slender waist with one hand. She tapped her toes lightly on the ground, and her whole body retreated hundreds of meters in an instant.
The face of the Zen leader who was standing behind watching the show suddenly changed.
"No! Flash!"
But his words were too late.
A bolt of lightning shot out, and all the inner Zen disciples were pierced by a jumping arc of lightning.
Like dumplings, they fell to the ground one by one and lost their breath.
Just entry-level skills have this power.
If this is at full level, it will not be shocking.
But there is no need to waste hundreds of years of life on such things now.
The place was deathly quiet.
It only takes a second to deal with the garbage at the outer door.
Now those in the inner sect who are late acquired and early innate are all eliminated.
There are even some from the realm of individual martial arts mixed in among them.
The result is just like killing chickens and dogs, there is no difference at all.
In an instant, the faces of Abbot Zhishan and Zhiqiang all turned pale.
Although they knew that this person was very strong, they were definitely not someone they could provoke if he was this strong.
He looked at the people behind him with horrified eyes.
"Sect master, elder? Now, what should we do now?"
Several people looked at each other and felt that the matter was very difficult.
"What's the point of panic? I'm here. There's no such thing as a fish that can't be dealt with."
"Everyone, this is a crisis moment for our Zen Sect."
Several elders raised their hands and said.
"We are just the guests you hired. We will not advance or retreat with you."
"This was made very clear from the beginning."
"So I'm sorry. If you can still survive by chance, we old guys can continue to be your guest elders."
The meaning is very simple, you can take money.
But you can't sell your life.
The attitude of several martial masters.
The Zen master immediately felt bad.
"Everyone, I have Xuanjing. As long as you can help me deal with this kid, I will give you 100,000 Xuanjing."
Hearing the number of 100,000, several people's eyes lit up.
It seems that it is not impossible to take a risk for such an opportunity to make a fortune.
Just when they were about to agree to the deal, a voice sounded not far away.
"Kill them for me. This eighth-grade Xuanqi Pill is yours."
This sentence attracted everyone's attention in an instant.
The moment they saw the pill in his hand, their breathing stagnated.
The unique pill fragrance is definitely a very rare eighth-grade Xuanqi Pill.
The market price of this thing is one million Xuanjing.
It is much more tempting than the deal of hundreds of thousands.
"My friend, can we identify the authenticity?"
Jiang Chuan didn't hesitate.
He threw the pill directly over.
One of them caught the pill, injected mysterious power into it, and saw the eight rings of light on it, and his pupils shrank.
This is definitely an eighth-grade pill.
The five people exchanged glances, and suddenly attacked the Zen Sect Master beside them.
"Assholes! How dare you!"
They had long been worried that these ungrateful people would turn against them.
The Zen Sect Master was not successfully attacked.
Several people fought together.
Zhishan and Zhiqiang trembled, feeling that the sky was about to fall.
Wu Meiniang on the opposite side pouted her little mouth, looking unhappy.
"Husband. Why did you give them such a precious pill."
"It's okay, didn't I say it? Our family doesn't eat such low-grade stuff."
