Vol 7 Chapter 207: Besiege

Just rescued Lü Shishuang, he almost clicked away!
He just mentioned his unlucky master to Zhao Qingting in the evening and met him in the middle of the night.
As soon as Yuan Laizhou left, the feces picking thief clasped on his head ...
Ye Qingxuan thinks that you should not go out today, or you should take a good look at the yellow calendar next time you go out, how can you be so unlucky!
Ye Qingxuan was in a terrible mood, looked up, and saw a long figure, carrying a starry sky, above the ridge of the house of Sanqing Palace.
Ye Qingxuan Gong gathered his eyes. Although he saw the other person's bald head and gray monk's clothing, the true appearance of the other person's Lushan was hidden in the shadows, and he could not see it.
A firework burst into the sky at the rear.
Ye Qingxuan secretly exclaimed. He did not want to turn around and walked away, but although the other party was more than ten feet apart from him, the momentum veiled himself faintly. If he slipped away, the other party would be able to be pulled by the air machine. First come first, intercept yourself on the spot.
This idea seemed unreasonable, but Ye Qingxuan clearly felt that it would be so.
If it weren't for the opponent ’s Zen monk robe, he almost thought that the roadblocker was the big lama of Long Sutton Pearl!
Why is it so powerful?
Ye Qingxuan's breath was slightly fixed, and he looked at the other side indifferently, and asked: "Is the monk confessing the wrong person? In the next Sansheng Island, handsome Tianfan, just left Wangxianlou, passing through this place, it is definitely not a master gangster!"
The soft and pleasant voice of the monk sounded again, saying: "Color is empty, and empty is color. Colorless, without phase, without arrogance and madness. The donor's reputation is out of control, and Yu Xuanang, why should he care about suffering and cannot be relieved?"
Ye Qingxuan frowned: "The master Hughana Buddhism crossed me, and I said, it is not a swindler who picks flowers. Your goal is another person. The master has found the wrong person."
The monk declared the Buddha, leisurely said: "The chief elder of the 12th Patriarch of the Poor Monk Dazhen Temple has no enemies. The donor's whereabouts have been locked by the elders. He has never missed everything along the way. As long as the donor is free, my twelve veterans will give justice to the donor. "
broken!
I didn't think that the in Yuan Laizhou had provoked the masters of the twelve sects. This Wudi only knew the name and knew that he was a person of the rank of abbot Zen master with Dazen Temple. Wugong was extremely powerful only by looking at the momentum and chasing after him. It may not be the other masters of the Twelve Patriarchs. This level is not only sad but unnecessary.
He touched his face unnaturally, and Shuai Tianfan's mask was realistic and false, and he couldn't help smirking. "The master's idea is good, but unfortunately someone has something to do with him tonight, so it's inconvenient to accompany him. Find a witness and prove it for Shuai. "
"Good-looking, good-looking!" Wuyi monk smiled slightly, and said, "The handsome donor is so stubborn that he should not blame the poor monk!"
Ye Qingxuan secretly, you monk is stubborn!
"If I tell the master that the flower-picking thief has someone else, can the master leave it for the next time?"
"Amitabha! When others are evil, the donor must stay to testify!"
by!
The monk bit his teeth and left it to himself, but this was the result he couldn't face.
There was a sharp, full-bodied sound from afar, and I couldn't stop approaching.
"The monk, offended!"
Ye Qingxuan fiercely gnashed his teeth, raised his strength, swept upwards, and punched out. As long as the uncle monk gave in a little concession, he could break the blockade of the other side and take the opportunity to escape.
The monk Wuyi stood on the ridge of the roof, motionless like a mountain, sighed in his mouth, and said leisurely: "Persevering in obsession! Look at me [Chiba Avalokitesvara Hand]!" With one hand drawn out, the palm was pushed to half, suddenly turned into dozens With only the palm of his hand, Ye Qingxuan blocked all the attack routes in an instant.
Facing the shadow of the palm of the sky, Ye Qingxuan couldn't see for a moment that the palm was virtual and that the palm was real. Knowing that he had reached the place of crisis, he closed his eyes at once, at the end of the seventh, he fully exerted his consciousness, and in the midst of meditation. A bit more stunned, Ye Qingxuan's index finger poked slowly towards the position in the void.
Huh?
In the eyes of Wudi Monk, the color is bright, there is nothing in the void, because Ye Qingxuan suddenly condenses the real palm, and the sky and the sky suddenly disappear, and there is no fancy touch with Ye Qingxuan.
A ray of sharp sword-like gas broke into the body, and the monk Wudi was unable to resolve for a moment, flying backwards like a volley bird before he avoided the next attack.
After a blow, Ye Qingxuan completely closed his hand and smiled at the monk, "Thank you Master for your mercy!"
The situation was resolved for a while, and Ye Qingxuan was also awakened in his heart. The true strength of the immortal monk in front of him was indistinguishable from his own, and did not reach the level of the half-step myth of Long Sutton Bead and Yuan Laizhou, and was even desperate. The experience in the struggle is not as good as myself, but there are some amazing accomplishments in tracking and light work, and his worry is just an illusion caused by excessive guilty conscience.
The wind sounded from the left, right, and the third.
Ye Qingxuan shouted bad luck, and quickly took advantage of the unmanned monk's neutral position, flying and flying.
Ye Qingxuanyun did his utmost to gallop towards the roof of another house outside the temple wall on the left. The rapid movement made ordinary people feel only a light breeze.
But at the moment Ye Qingxuan was about to land, a faint swish of the sword's sword quietly rolled up and went straight to the mid-air Ye Qingxuan's ankle!
Ye Qingxuan's eyes flashed, his feet shrank, and then he turned back in the air. The rapid forward trend suddenly reversed and turned into a rapid reversal!
Huh?
The master hidden under the eaves revealed the sound of suspicion again, followed by a cold hum, hiss, and the sound of suffocation burst out!
Suddenly, under the originally clear night sky, the sky-like radon silk was rolled up and formed into a huge radon net in the air, hooded towards Ye Qingxuan's head.
Ye Qingxuan flew back in the volley, while crossing his hands, cutting forward, the two flames were like sharp scissors. When the scourge of silk coming from the sky was divided into two, the result of being caught by a net was avoided. .
Ye Qingxuan used this trick beautifully ~ EbookFREE.me ~ but it also fell to the ground and was surrounded by latecomers.
Just between the breaths, six people appeared on the left and right sides, all of them were silent, staring at him desperately, if people were panicking.
In the face of picking flowers, it would be so murderous to change to yourself.
But I really do n’t!
Ye Qingxuan wants to cry without tears!
Humph!
A cold hum came, and the three figures slowly appeared in front of him. As a white-haired old lady, she had a Jinpa in her hand, densely filled with silver needles, and said coldly: "Young people are really good She can break the wife ’s hand [Tianluo Diwang], but unfortunately she is young and martial arts master, but her behavior is so shabby and shameless, it really makes people angry. "
The "mother-in-law" of the Shushan Sword League?
Ye Qingxuan sank to the bottom with a heart ...