Battle Hymn

Chapter 39: The red dress is a million gold

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A red figure flew back instantly: "Donor, what a murderous intent!"

Yuyanglin would fire a shot, and his body would violently retreat, only then did he see the person who came.

It turned out to be a monk wearing a red monk's clothes with a big buddha beads on his chest. The buddha beads are radiant and full of Zen rhyme, just like the Xingyue Bodhi, with a total of 108 pieces, each with a Buddha statue on it.

Yuyanglin took a closer look, and the posture of each Buddha statue was actually different.

There are also a small number of eighteen rosary beads on the monk's hands, and there are twelve ring scars on the top of his head.

Yuyanglin condensed his eyes and looked at the red-robed monk flying on the tree, but he was secretly shocked. The aura of this little monk sometimes changed from the real aura to the vitality mirror, and even looked like an ordinary person without any aura.

It looks very weird.

"Little monk Wanjin."

The red monk bowed towards Yuyang Lin, but waved his hand in vain. A red monk's robe was as light as a leaf and floated in front of Yuyang Lin. The blue bracelet on his wrist turned out to be a ring with space storage. The same baby.

"Although the little monk is a monk, he is not used to talking to a man with a **** body."

The red-robed monk Wanjin fell from the tree, folded his hands, smiled slightly, and gave a Buddhist ceremony to Yuyang Forest.

Yuyanglin stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the monk's clothing was wrapped around her body. The monk's clothing was very textured and comfortable to wear. After a battle with the old man in the black robe of the Guo family, the clothing on Yuyanglin's body had already exploded to pieces.

"Millions of gold?"

Yuyanglin's eyes flashed, a monk called such a vulgar name, but looking at the appearance of the red monk Wanjin, he should be fifteen or six years old, but his face was solemn, and he didn't look like a flower monk.

"Is the benefactor the vulgar name of the little monk?"

The red-robed monk Wanjin smiled slightly: "The master said that the most refined is vulgar, and the most vulgar is elegant, I am not elegant enough, um, no, it is not vulgar enough, eh? It doesn't seem to be right."

Monk Wanjin frowned, as if trapped in the Zen of elegance and vulgarity.

Yuyanglin's eyes were cold, "When did you appear here?"

Being able to appear silently by his side, this monk's cultivation is probably no less than his own master.

"The little monk passed by here last night, so he meditated and rested under the tree." The red-clothed monk Wanjin smiled shyly: "The Lord once enlightened the Tao under the tree, and the little monk wanted to realize a vulgarity, but he didn't find the benefactor on the tree. ."

A strange light flashed in the red monk's translucent eyes. The young man with a gun in front of him had his breath condensed. He didn't even notice it, but the sudden surge of breath just now gave Monk Wanjin a share of Yuyanglin. Horrified.

Moreover, Yuyanglin's murderous aura was extremely violent, which made Monk Wanjin feel dangerous.

Yuyanglin was also surprised in his heart. Monk Wanjin was not simple, but Yuyanglin didn't notice Monk Wanjin's malice and nodded slightly.

"Thank you for your clothes and goodbye."

After Yuyanglin finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and slid towards the depths of the Litou Mountain Range.

The birds were thrown into the forest, and they shot out sixty to seventy meters in an instant.

"Hey, donor, you and I are destined, why not explore this ploughshare mountain range together."

The red-clothed monk Wanjin, his figure flashed continuously, and his speed was no less than that of Yuyanglin.

"I can't see that we have destiny there!"

Yuyanglin's face was expressionless, but his heart was secretly startled. He speeded up and flew at full speed in an instant, bursting out more than 500 meters with one breath, as if he was trying to get rid of this mysterious ten thousand gold monk.

Although he was a little curious about Monk Wanjin, Yuyanglin, who had never had any friends, had an aloof personality, not good at socializing, and would not deliberately make good friends.

"The master said that the encounter was not accidental, but fate. We can meditate on the tree in a moment, which shows that we have fate!"

Monk Wanjin was chasing after him, but Yuyanglin slowly pulled the distance away, making Monk Wanjin shocked, "The average vitality realm can get rid of the little monk, and this person can only cultivate in the true aura realm. For, it makes me unable to keep up at full speed."

Monk Wan Jin looked at Yuyanglin's back, his eyes surprised.

Yuyanglin also tried out the strength of this ten thousand gold monk, which should be almost the same as Zhuo Cong, but the aura on his body was a bit weird, sometimes in the realm of vitality and sometimes in the realm of vitality, it should be a mysterious technique that he had cultivated.

In vain, the fast-flying Yuyang Forest stopped abruptly, standing on the branch of a towering tree, with dignified eyes, following the gap in the leaves to look five or six hundred meters away.

The Wanjin monk behind was chasing at full speed, and gradually was about to be thrown away by Yuyanglin. He became more and more curious about Yuyanglin. This young man, who was not older than himself, seemed to be much stronger than himself.

"The master said that my strength is among the top ranks among the younger generation, but compared with this young man, it seems to be worse than that. Sure enough, there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people."

Monk Wanjin exclaimed secretly, and suddenly saw Yuyanglin stop, his expression happy.

His body flashed continuously, and he caught up with Yuyang Forest again, and Monk Wanjin also stood on a big tree trunk where Yuyang Forest was.

"Donor, it's better..."

"Quiet!"

Yuyanglin waved his hand and stopped Monk Wanjin. Through the crevices of dense leaves, he saw an open grassland five or six hundred meters away, and saw dense figures of people.

It turned out to be a neatly arranged army. The armor of the soldiers was illuminated by the reflection of the sun, their steps were unified, and the orders were prohibited. At first glance, they knew that they were the division of the tiger and wolf who suppressed the small Sifang Xiaoxiao.

On the opposite side of the army's stalemate, there turned out to be a large group of horse thieves, arrogant, grinning, waving weapons in their hands, and constantly clamoring for jungle thieves. There were even seven or eight thousand horse thieves.

"No wonder no horse thieves were encountered along the way, and they were all assembled here." Yuyang Lin was secretly frightened.

The two camps are facing each other far away, the crossbows are drawn and the war seems to be on the verge of breaking out, and Yuyanglin can't help feeling agitated. This is the first time I have seen such a vast scene.

"Look at the top."

Monk Wanjin was also taken aback, and raised his hand to point to the sky above the two camps.

Yuyang Lin looked up fiercely, his pupils suddenly shrank, and two figures stood in the sky at a height of a thousand meters, and they stood proudly against each other. There were a pair of qi wings behind them.

"The strong! The real strong!"

Yuyang Lin's heart was awe-inspiring, but his eyes became fierce.

Although Zhuo Cong who was killed by himself was also in the vitality realm, it was the weakest vitality realm. The condensed qi exploded as soon as he was hit by himself, and he was very weak, even the black-robed old man of the Guo family, if not That purple long knife can't compare with these two men.

Just looking at the terrifying aura that exudes can cause the air to tremble.

"Zhang Jiansheng, you can dare to sweep the Ploughtoor Mountains with you as a captain. Do you really think we dare not kill you?"

"Huh! Seven Taibao, if the top ten ten thousand chiefs are here, would you still dare to oppose me here?"

Zhang Jiansheng is holding a blue long sword, standing proudly in the sky, with sword eyebrows and star-eyed eyes. His resolute face demonstrates the masculine and domineering soldier. A white armor is even more heroic. His long hair flutters in the wind. He is a beautiful man.

"Hahaha, let alone the ten thousand chiefs, the leader of the Ninth Army of Xihe County, Yi Junhao, is here, so what can you do?"

The middle-aged man who was called the Seventh Taibao by the handsome Zhang Jiansheng, his voice was rough, his face was shaggy, his hair was braided into small braids, and his left ear was wearing a large gold earring, and he was wrapped in a piece of gold. Like the plush fur coat of a fox, the neckline turned out to be a beast head.

It seemed that this cloak was made by taking out the flesh and blood of a monster beast, digging out the internal organs, and leaving the skin bag, bloody and gorgeous.

Qi Taibao's chest was bare, and he was full of gangsterism when he spoke. Lifting his right hand, he carried a long sword with a dragon pattern on his shoulders and looked at Zhang Jiansheng with a playful look.

It doesn't seem to put the army in the eyes.

"It turned out to be the 13th Taibao!"

Monk Wanjin exclaimed, looking at the scornful Seven Taibao in the sky with superb eyes, as if he admired the thirteen Taibao very much.

"Hmph, just a group of horse thieves, they are so arrogant in the face of the army!"

Yuyanglin remembered the burning, killing and looting of the brotherhood horse thieves, violent and violent, and suddenly there was a killing intent brewing in his heart.

This time in the Plough Tou Mountain Range, Yuyang Lin also wanted to get rid of the Brotherhood and kill some horse thieves.