Chapter 84 Fairy in the mortal world

In the Tianlong Mountains, Putian Temple is the most conspicuous. On the periphery of Putian Temple is a stream of people gathered by other monks.

In response to the rain, they fell into the mountain road and went in the direction of Putian Temple, which only attracted the attention of a few people.

The road in the mountains is flat and has been flat for a long time. The branches and leaves are luxuriant everywhere, with the wind and sand, and the birds singing and flowers are fragrant.

In the distance, you can see clear springs and flowing water, tinkling, antique attices, and monks from all walks of life.

Ying Yu and the others arrived at an empty place closest to the Putian Temple in a quarter of an hour later, which was not far from the Putian Temple. Over the years, they have formed a square city, among which people came and went one after another, and the sound of * was endless.

"Let's go to Putian Temple and have a look. There is no need to rush to do it. There are still many masters in Putian Temple, and we can't cope with it." Yun gently danced and smiled under the veil, which was still thrilling. She smiled and said, "You can also go to the bodhi tree to see if you can understand the Tao. It would be better if you can make a bodhi seed with this."

Ying Yu was stunned and had not yet asked what the Bodhisattva was. A noise came before.

The crowd walking on the road retreated to both sides one after another, crowded into pieces, and a road was empty in the middle, and one force came out of it.

The others have pushed away, and Yingyu and the two beasts are still standing in the middle of the road, which is very conspicuous at this moment.

"Who are you and why do you block our way to Zixia Gate?" A middle-aged man in red came out of the crowd and said, looking coldly.

From the comments of the rest of the monks around, Ying Yu can know that the Zixia Gate in front of him is a sect with good strength in the Western Regions, but it is much worse than the monies such as Qingyunzong, let alone the ten sects. But for ordinary practitioners, it still has a great deterrent.

Ying Yu listened to the other party's tone and said, "When will this road become yours?"

He will not be afraid of anyone who is hostile to him, and he will not speak or do anything. Moreover, he saw that the other party seemed to deliberately trouble them, otherwise, with the strength of the people of Zixiamen, he could completely fly through the air. Why did he walk in the middle of the road? Isn't this not happy for himself?

Although he did not know when he had a conflict with the other party, he was never at a downfall.

"What are you talking about? Do you know who we are?" The middle-aged man in red robe who spoke before said with a cold face, with extremely bad eyes.

"What does it have to do with me?" Ying Yu said coldly.

"You..." The middle-aged man in red robe wanted to say something, but was waved by a person beside him and retreated.

A young man came forward, dressed in purple, with long hair, but his face was as pale as paper. There was a malicious smile on the corners of his mouth and a folding fan in his hand, pretending to be beautiful.

As soon as he saw this person, Ying Yu thought of Ren Tianxing, the chief disciple of Wanmo Mountain, and frowned.

"Zhao Qingyu, the young master of Zixiamen, I don't know who you are." The young man in purple said, and a jealous firelight beat in the depths of his eyes.

At this moment, Ying Yu and Yun Qingwu are still sitting on the back of the little fox, looking very intimate from the outside.

Ying Yu thought for a while and understood what was probably going on. He looked colder and let the little fox turn from other roads and leave, and ignored the meaning of Zixiamen at all.

As soon as he turned around, the people of Zixiamen were half-deadly angry.

Around this Putian Temple, if it is not the Putian Temple and the newly arrived Qingyun Sect, their Zixia Gate is the largest force in this place. They have always been high, looking down at the people coming and going. Their lives are quite fluttering. Why have they ever been ignored like this?

The young master of Zixiamen could no longer pretend to be elegant. His face turned gloomy and he drank: "Hold."

But no one would pay attention to him. The little fox walked straight, leaving only six tails wagging.

Zhao Qingyu, the young master of Zixiamen, was really angry and said loudly, "Bold, how dare you despise our Zixiamen. You don't want to leave here safely. You all go up and catch them."

Before, Zhao Qingyu did not do it directly, but he was afraid of getting into trouble with people, but under repeated contempt, his reason was immediately swallowed by anger, and he could no longer control so much.

Hearing Zhao Qingyu's words, the people of Zixiamen flocked up like wolves and tigers.

The surrounding monks exclaimed and tried their best to retreat to avoid being involved.

"Especially that woman, take off her veil and let me see it." Zhao Qingyu's frivolous words came from the shouting.

Ying Yu's face immediately sank when he heard the words, left the little fox like lightning, turned around and rushed into the crowd of Zixiamen.

The highest cultivation among the people in Zixiamen is not a Taoist state, which poses no threat to him at all. He showed the initial fusion of empty steps and flowing cloud body, and his figure was completely illusory to capture. He easily passed through a group of people, which made them very frightened.

Ying Yu appeared directly in front of Zhao Qingyu, which shocked the other party, and then he punched fiercely.

"Bum!" With screams, Zhao Qingyu, who was not good at it, was bombarded far away and hit a rock, shaking the whole rock apart.

The people in Zixiamen were shocked and turned around and rushed to the rain.

When Yun Qingwu saw this scene, he smiled gently, and the light at the corners of his eyes was extremely charming. Fortunately, now people's attention is focused on fighting and they don't see her look, otherwise maybe a group of people stare out.

"Ah...do you know who I am? Unexpectedly... How dare you take the initiative against Ben Shao like this. Zhao Qingyu got up from his face very reluctantly, covered with dust, with a blue nose and a swollen face, and an embarrassed look.

Ying Yu didn't say a word. He was like a phantom and continued to rush up. His fists were stirred, rolling up the sand and stones away, hitting Zhao Qingyu continuously.

With a scream, everyone in Zixiamen's faces turned green. Fortunately, they finally rushed to the front, but it was not a good thing to greet them.

Under the stunned eyes of a group of monks, the disciples of Zixiamen screamed and were thrown out far away, crossed the sky and hit various places on the mountain. The image was not embarrassing, which made more and more monks pay attention to these things, and the impact was getting bigger and greater.

"FUCK!" With a shout, the middle-aged man in the red robe in Zixia Gate rushed over and lingered with purple gas, showing the strongest must-kill attack.

Ying Yu's eyebrows were slightly cold, and he had no good impression on this arrogant person at the beginning, and directly displayed the colorful dragon seal!