Since arriving at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, most of Su Qin's spiritual thoughts have been used to perceive the spatial fluctuations on the top of Kunlun Mountain.

The rest of the spirit converged in the body, but just now, Su Qin had noticed a familiar breath approaching.

"Uncle San, what are you looking at..." Seeing Su Qin's gaze next to him, Li Wan quickly stepped on her feet and looked outside the inn.

as predicted.

After a while.

A monk in a gray robe strode in.

The monk was extremely inconspicuous, like an ordinary person, but the Qingcheng Sword King sitting on the second floor almost exclaimed when his face changed drastically.

"Xuanku!"

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

He didn't expect that he would encounter the sacred monk of "Xuanku" from Shaolin Temple here.

As Qingcheng Sword King's words spread.

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

"Xuanku?"

"He is the sacred monk of'Xuanku' from Shaolin Temple?"

"'Xuanku' holy monk is too young, right?"

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

Numerous warriors talked quickly, their eyes constantly sweeping over'Xuanku'.

"Namo Amitabha."

The'Xuanku' in a gray robe bowed slightly and said, "The little monk is here not for the Temple of War."

The words "Xuanku" came out.

The warriors on the field are even more confused.

The warriors who come to Kunlun Mountain nowadays basically come for the Temple of War. If ‘Xuanku’ is not interested in the Temple of War, why is it here at this time?

Under everyone's gaze,'Xuanku' raised his head slightly and said loudly, "The little monk has found you, hasn't he shown up yet?"

"Xuanku little bald donkey, you have to wait for several months to chase me down, and you're tens of thousands of miles away, are you really going to kill them all?"

A hoarse voice came.

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

"Seven evils scattered people, he!?"

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

Seven evil men came to the famous evil martial artist in the rivers and lakes. In order to practice evil arts, they slaughtered several villages, and even Tang Guo wanted him. If it weren't for the Qixie Sanren who was a first-grade grandmaster, and if there was a turmoil, he would immediately flee away, I am afraid that he would fall into the hands of Tang Guo.

"Seven evils, this little bald donkey has never left his hands on this road. Whether he wants to kill me, you know best in your heart."

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

"Master Sha, why is he here too..."

The hands and feet of many warriors on the field were cold, and even the Qingcheng Sword King had a glimmer of jealousy in his eyes.

Whether it is Qixie Sanren or Sha Zhenren, they are all the evil Dao first-rank masters who are now a disaster, with vicious methods and wanton slaughter. I don't know how many warriors are afraid of fear.

"The little monk is not trying to kill him. If you are willing to go back to the Shaolin Temple with the little monk and enter the magic tower, you will still be able to survive."

"Xuanku" put his hands together and said softly.

"Humph!"

"Magic Tower?"

"Do you think we will lose?"

At this time, two more figures walked out of the inn, one was a woman with a nice face, and the other was a tall man, both of whom were like the Qixie Sanren and the evil Taoist, and the evil martial artist in the world of cholera.

Especially that woman with a beautiful face is even more adept at harvesting the sun, and I don't know how many male warriors' spirits have been absorbed.

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

The legs and feet of many warriors in the inn were soft and their hearts trembled.

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the sacred monk "Xuanku", I am afraid that no one on the court thought that he had already taken a trip between life and death.

According to the personalities of these four evil martial artists, if they hadn't been chased by the sacred monk of "Xuanku", they would have taken action long ago, slaughtering all the martial artists in the inn, and nourishing their wounds with their blood.

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

Although he had long noticed that there was a scent hidden in the inn, he didn't know that it was these notorious evil martial artists.

"Xuanku, can you handle it?"

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

In any case, Xuanku comes from Shaolin Temple and belongs to the great sect of the right way. Now he is besieged by evil spirit warriors. How could he stand by?

Besides, if these evil martial artists really kill Xuanku, I am afraid they will turn their heads and attack him.

"Whether it is to win or lose depends on the ability of several people."

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

In front of the vast sun of Buddhism, several evil martial artists suddenly felt that their strength was suppressed.

"Xuanku little bald donkey, don't be too proud, you are still drinking milk while I am waiting for the world."

Qixie Sanren's right foot stamped to the ground fiercely, and the whole person turned into a poisonous snake, rushing toward Xuankui.

The other three also used various methods, faintly surrounding Xuanku in the center.

Rumble!

The aura of the first-class master's fighting is pervasive, if it weren't for Xuanku's unwillingness to hurt the innocent, he would withdraw from the inn in time, I am afraid the whole inn would have collapsed.

When the many warriors in the inn saw this scene, their eyes lit up, and they rushed out of the inn to watch Xuanku fight against several evil martial artists.

Fighting between first-rank masters is rare, especially this kind of fighting with more, it is even more difficult to happen.

First-tier masters are not fools, so how can they take the initiative to fight against digital powerhouses of the same level?

Only a Buddhist genius like Xuanku, who has the power to restrain evil ways, has the confidence to chase and kill several evil way martial artists.

Qingcheng Sword King hesitated for a while, but didn't immediately make a move.

One is that if he does something at this moment, he will inevitably scare away several evil martial artists.

The second is that he also wanted to find out the strength of Xuanku. With Xuanku's strength, he was not an opponent at the ordinary first-class, but at the moment he was four first-class masters, and he should be able to force the full strength of Xuanku.

"When Xuanku can't support it, I will help."

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

"Uncle San."

"You said who of them will win..."

Li Wan asked in a low voice with bright eyes.

Although in the palace, Li Wan also watched the battle between the red **** and the deputy commander of the imprisoned army.

But how can the excitement of Xuan Ku and a few evil martial artists fighting with all their strength?

Especially the monstrous murderous aura exuding from those evil martial artists, it made Li Wan feel inexplicably shocked.

"Who will win?"

Su Qin sat in the chair casually, with a hint of deep meaning on his face.

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PS: Ashamed, ashamed, a little bit Calvin~~~