Ye Qingxuan was really too lazy to talk to these miscellaneous fishes, just stepped forward and stretched out his hand, and grabbed that "little holy hand" Sun Miaocai's neck.
The reason why Sun Miaocai is called "Little Sacred Hand" is mainly because he learned from his master "Yunlei Hand" Zhu Yun's [Four Points Pushing Mountain Palm], which already has 60 to 70% of his master's skill, and is quite famous in the world, but For his master's ambition, he has been hiding in the Suzhou Mansion for more than 20 years. Now that he sees an arrogant young man grabbing his neck, he can't help but sneer, thinking that if he doesn't crush his claws later, he will be arrogant. human.
It's just that although he thought well, the reality was quite embarrassing.
Seeing Ye Qingxuan's sudden move, everyone rushed towards this desperate guy, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, it was obvious that all kinds of punches and kicks had already greeted the opponent, but when they hit the opponent, the fists and feet When the sense of touch is gone, the opponent's whole person disappears in front of his eyes as if he knows magic.
And Sun Miaocai was even more shocked, facing the opponent's outstretched right hand, Sun Miaocai grabbed it, but not only failed, but the whole world in front of his eyes suddenly turned upside down, his neck tightened, and he was caught firmly by the opponent.
What, what kind of kung fu is this
Is it a witchcraft
In an instant, Sun Miaocai's entire outlook on life was subverted...
That seemingly careless grab turned his decades of painstaking efforts into a joke, and Sun Miaocai was rushed into the outer hall like a chicken, and let him hold the opponent's veins tightly with both hands, No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move an inch.
"Zhu Yun! Old dog Zhu Yun, die for me..."
Ye Qingxuan carried Sun Miaocai straight into the room, and the surrounding crowd gathered more and more, and the number reached an astonishing one hundred and ten. It seemed that they were all talented players who were about to break through their innate skills. It might not be interesting for such people to break into the rivers and lakes, but if When you arrive in the desert and join the army, you can form an elite division that can tear apart any army.
If these people have been fighting in the sea of blood for several years, if a dozen or twenty can survive, it is guaranteed that all of them will be outstanding figures.
It seems that Zhu Yun came here this time to select talents for the Golden Eagle. It is difficult for them to stand out in the Central Plains or Jiangnan, and only in the desert can they have a place to play.
Ye Qingxuan carried Sun Miaocai, walked into the room, as if returning home, surrounded by crowds, but no one dared to go forward, but the chaotic shouting and cursing were endless, and some of them blocked Ye Qingxuan's sight.
Ye Qingxuan finally got impatient, and stretched out his hand to swipe forward, "Get out of here!"
Hula!
Right in front of Ye Qingxuan, more than twenty masters recruited by Dalu Temple were thrown away by him.
There were endless exclamations. These people couldn't control their posture at all, or smashed over the bookshelves, or fell through the tables and chairs, or pierced through the windows, or hung on the beams...
When Ye Qingxuan's eyes were finally empty, he also saw "Cloud Thunder Hand" Zhu Yun approaching with a look of astonishment.
Zhu Yun, who was dressed as a rich man, was not alone when he came, and there were two grand masters standing beside him.
One is a tall and thin monk with a dry face and a calm demeanor, followed by four Buddhist monks wearing discipline hats, while the other is even skinnier than the former, shrunken and with deep eyes. An outlander with a high nose, short jaw, dry and dark skin...
Um
Look at this unlucky appearance of malnutrition, and look at this attire wrapped in cloth... Could it be that the visitor is an Indian
"Ye Qingxuan!?" Even Zhu Yun was taken aback when he saw the person coming, and there was even fear in his eyes.
ah
Ye Qingxuan—
Ye Qingxuan was completely surrounded at the scene, but now as soon as these three words appeared, there was a huh, and a large area around Ye Qingxuan suddenly became vacant, and all the masters who were tightly surrounded on the left and right retreated in panic and inexplicably.
Those who were still yelling in front of Ye Qingxuan just now turned pale with fright, and they all went to the back of the crowd, wanting to run away if they dared to stay under the fright, and at the same time silently prayed that Ye Qingxuan would not remember his words face, so as not to be touched by Jin Yiwei's killer in the middle of the night in the future.
Ye Qingxuan was only in his early twenties, but he already made the enemy fear him like a tiger.
With so many people on my side being so cowardly, the three on Zhu Yun's side all looked annoyed and ashamed.
After all, Zhu Yun is considered to be half the owner of this place. Now that he sees his apprentice being held in the hands like a human and an animal, no matter how thick-skinned he is, he can't ignore it, so he bites the bullet and says coldly: "I never thought you would have the guts to find this place... Let me go first Disciple, with your name, Ye Qingxuan, there is no need to threaten this old man with hostages, right?"
"Well..." Ye Qingxuan scratched his chin and said with a smile: "You are polite, but I don't want to let go. Because I came here on purpose to settle accounts with you today!"
Zhu Yun was furious at once, but in an instant he was terrified again, and he couldn't help but secretly regretted that he should have come back in person in a fit of anger in order to compete with Yelu Yahai.
"Amitabha." A Buddha's chant sounded, and the monk with a cold face squinted his eyes and reprimanded coldly: "This benefactor Ye is angry and has lost his mind. The poor monk advises you to put down the butcher knife and practice discipline. Don't do it again!" Do evil things, otherwise you will fall into the Asura Hell, and you will never be reborn forever."
Put down the butcher knife and practice discipline
Ye Qingxuan smiled slightly, guessed the identity of the other party immediately, and said loudly: "Master is the abbot of Dalu Temple, Master Guanglu, right?"
Seeing Ye Qingxuan mentioning his own name, Guanglu couldn't help but feel complacent, and closed his head and said, "It's the poor monk."
Ye Qingxuan snorted coldly, and said lightly: "Master Guanglu is an eminent Buddhist monk, so I have to say a few words to you. The master is obviously a monk, why doesn't he be merciful and guide people to do good, but why is he so obsessed with the desire for power? , led the disciples to fight against the righteousness of the world, and now the junior and younger brothers are colluding with foreigners in the desert and wanting to do wrong things to me in the Central Plains. The master not only does not stop, but assists the evil, it is really not a monk. The master is still teaching me to put down the butcher knife. I see the master You should let go of your obsession."
As soon as this remark came out, the surrounding crowd immediately started discussing. It seemed that many lay disciples of Dalu Temple did have some knots about their master helping foreigners.
"What a sharp mouth with a glib tongue. After the death of the benefactor, I am afraid that he will have to go through the hell of pulling out his tongue first." Not only is Guanglu not ashamed, but a sneer on his face, "My Buddha is merciful, and the Dharma is boundless. What I pursue is the equality of all living beings. All living beings are equal, let alone ethnicity? We went to the desert to promote Buddhism and guide people to be good. Not only is this harmless, but it is a matter of benefiting the common people. Ye Shizhu is young and ignorant, so don’t get lost Go back!"
Hahaha…
Ye Qingxuan raised his head and burst out laughing, and said coldly, "Master, you can use strong words. But can you guarantee that the children of the desert who have been influenced by you will not use troops in the Central Plains in the end? If you can guarantee that the golden eagle will never invade the south, I will send you off respectfully." What's the problem with you going north?"