003 yin, yang and cold jade

The man shook his head, grabbed the sabery back, turned to the monks behind him and said, "In a group of three, search all parts of the temple quickly."

"Who is it and how can you escape under your magical power?" Previously, the man did not leave and stood side by side with Wuchen and looked around.

Wuchen said solemnly, "Wuyuan, this person's cultivation is extremely high. Go back quickly and take good care of the remains of thousands of mages. I have to pass this matter to Tianning Temple."

The look of enlightenment changed greatly, and he no longer asked more questions, and quickly ran in the direction of the Buddhist hall. Wuchen touched the robe and looked at the night. His heart was solemn. This robe was sent by Zen Master Qianxun before he left. He never failed to use the net, but now he has not even touched the corners of the other party's clothes. Such an enemy is really terrible.

The night is fading, and the wind is like frost.

Yang Zifan opened the window of the inn and fell into the house. Si Nanxiao and Luo Shangshang were already in the house. Yang Zifan sat at the table, and his mind was still worried about the magic weapon just now. What is something like a scorpion? His broken secret can be interrupted, and who is the monk in Buddha's clothes who was killed?

No one expected that the three of them would encounter such a thing. The world of immortal cultivation was really peaceful. He looked up and said to Si Nan, who was also sitting at the table, "Is the monk killed Zen Master Qianxun?"

Si Nanxiao shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it's not, and Zen Master Qianxun is so well-cultivated that he can't be slapped to death."

Speaking of this, Luo Shangshang turned pale and said, "Can you hear the monk say the three words Iron Guard?"

Yang Zifan nodded, and Si Nan said suspiciously, "What kind of organization is this? I haven't heard of it."

The three were silent. For a long time, Yang Zifan stood up, closed the window and said, "I'll ask tomorrow. It's useless to guess now. Let's rest separately first."

The two nodded and returned to the room respectively.

That night, the Tianning Temple Branch was brightly lit. In a dark corner opposite it, two people stared at the Tianning Temple Branch.

One of them said, "Huachen, who are the three people born?"

The man beside him said in an extremely contemptuous voice, "I don't know, but the leader seems to be quite able."

The previous man hummed and said, "The iron guard still showed it to others. Do you know the guilt?"

The sound of kneeling on the ground came from the night, and one person said in a low voice, "I know my guilt."

The man said again, "Quickly check, no one will be left."

"Yes."

The night continued but could not hide the murder hidden in the dark, and dozens of dark shadows scattered and disappeared in the corners of the street.

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On the second day, the drums of the Tianning Temple Branch were low and spread leisurely, as if crying. Yang Zifan and the three of them mixed in the crowd and watched from afar and found out the news that the one who died was Master Qiandao, the younger brother of Zen Master Qianxun.

The three of them were relieved and quickly walked to a few places. Luo Shangshang found a seemingly learned scholar to ask about the whereabouts of Zen Master Qianxun, and knew that Zen Master Qianxun had traveled around as early as a year ago.

Zen Master Qianxun traveled, which was extremely bad news. The three of them repeatedly inquired where Zen Master Qianxun was going, but no one knew. Three dark pavilions wrapped in the pub, except for Si Nanxiao's indifferent appearance, Yang Zifan and Luo Shangshang's faces were solemn.

In the vast world, where can the three of them find Zen Master Qianxun?

This silence lasted for more than two hours. Yang Zifan stood up and said, "Let's visit the Tianning Temple Branch."

Luo Shangshang's face turned pale and said, "Isn't this too bold? Blood red pills are forbidden drugs in Tianning Temple, and those who take them are going to be killed by martial arts monks. Didn't I tell you about this a few days ago?

Yang Zifan said, "Go back to the inn and wait for me first." After saying that, the two hurried out of the pub and went straight to the Tianning Temple Branch.

Two gray monks blocked his way. Yang Zifan said respectfully, "Let's go to Yang Zifan and find the mage of the branch. I have something to ask for."

One of the gray-clothed martial monks was very tall and said, "Amitabha, there is an accident in the branch today. You can't meet outsiders. Please come back."

How could Yang Zifan leave and said, "There are really urgent things again. I hope the master can accommodate me."

The tall monk continued: "Don't embarrass the little monk. No outsiders will be seen today."

Yang Zifan patted the two monks' short sticks and said, "Master, don't blame me for rushing." Step into the courtyard.

How could the two martial monks let him go, wave their sticks down, obliquely inserted them in front of Yang Zifan, and blocked the way again. At this moment, Yang Zifan was irritable and didn't want to haunt them. He moved and flashed into the courtyard door, and two short sticks fell.

The tall monk saw that the man's cultivation was extremely high, but he was not afraid. He shouted loudly, and the blue all over his body suddenly lit up, and his eyebrows and short stick turned into a rapid electric shock.

Yang Zifan did not avoid it, and the spirit of Qinglian protected him behind him. The two blue lights lit up, and the short sticks turned into wooden scum all over the sky. Yang Zifan did not look back and said, "You are not my opponents. I'm only here to find Zen Master Qianxun."

The courtyard had already noticed what was happening at the gate of the courtyard, and dozens of monks rushed from all sides to quickly block the way to the inner courtyard.

Yang Zifan frowned and suddenly remembered Professor Cang Longzi's method of voice transmission in his heart. He secretly said in his heart that if he did the opposite, he might have another effect. So he drumned Zhenyuan and raised his voice, "Yang Zifan, I came here only to find the trace of Zen master Qianxun." As soon as the sound came out, it rumbled, and every word was like the sound of bells and drums, shaking the monks in front of them.

A monk clenched the short stick, and his heart was already shocked. A plain shadow in the inner courtyard slowly came out, and a group of martial arts monks dispersed one after another. This man was dressed in plain monk clothes, with a hard face and distinct facial features. Seeing Yang Zifan's hands together, he said, "Amitabha, I don't know what the little benefactor is. What's the matter of coming here to look for Qianxun Zen Master?"

Yang Zifan's heart moved slightly and said, "He was the man last night." I couldn't help looking at it a few more times before saying, "It's not easy to tell you in the lower sect. I came here today just to find the place where Zen Master Qianxun travels, so that I can borrow something."

Wuchen looked up and secretly transported Tianning's secret method, just to see where his cultivation came from. However, no matter how you use the secret method, you can only see the hazy blue light of the other party. You really can't tell what school it is and to what extent. Seeing that this person was only about 20 years old, and the cultivation he had just exerted was extremely profound. He only thought that the other party was a master in the immortal world, so he said politely: "To be honest, the little monk really doesn't know where Zen Master Qianxun is going. The only Qiandao mage who may know where he is going has gone west yesterday."

Does no one in the world know the whereabouts of Zen Master Qianxun? Yang Zifan's heart tightened and said, "Do you dare to ask that Yin and Yang Lengyu can be in the temple?"

Wuchen's expression changed and said, "Why did the donor suddenly ask about Yinyang Lengyu?"

Yang Zifan said, "Naturally, it's urgent. I just hope the master can tell you."

The group of monks' short sticks were about to move forward. Yang Zifan didn't know why. His eyes toured the place, and everyone retreated. Wuchen said, "Does the donor know or pretend to be stupid?"

Yang Zifan said, "What is this?"

Wu Chen waved his hand and said, "Yinyang Lengyu gave it to the sea city mage of Xianling College as early as a year ago. At this time, the world knows whether the donor wants to make trouble here with his profound cultivation?"

Yang Zifan was suddenly dumbfounded. No wonder he mentioned that the other party would change so much. He arched his hand and said, "When I went down the mountain at the beginning, I didn't know how much I was offended at this time." After saying that, he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Brother, will you let him go like this? Where is the prestige of Tianning Temple? With a shout, Yang Zifan only felt a gust of wind behind him, Zhenyuan loomed, and the voice arrived, and the man was behind him.

Yang Zifan's heart moved and did not turn back. His whole body strangely shifted two steps under the palm of the man's hand. Only these two steps were heaven and earth. The man behind him fell empty and slapped horizontally. Zhenyuan was strong and powerful. Unfortunately, he only caught a handful of wind, and Yang Zifan had walked outside the courtyard door.

The man was surprised and wanted to catch him.

"Wuyuan." Wuchen stopped him behind him, and the man shook his sleeve and was not chasing him. The monks looked at Yang Zifan disappearing at the door, the corners of Wuchen's eyes were slightly wrinkled, and the deceased figure seemed to be familiar.

Wuyuan was dissatisfied and said, "Who is he? Why don't you allow me to chase him?"

Wuchen shook his head and disappeared into the courtyard.