Chapter 85 Gagging

"Roar!" The faint dragon roared loudly and resounded through my ears.

Ying Yu's hands are imprinted, mysterious and complex, and the streamer flashes on his ten fingers, which is a lifelike dragon-shaped, with colorful colors.

The middle-aged man in red robe rushed in Zixiamen, with an angry expression and a brilliant glow all over his body, pressing down like a sky, shaking the space rumbling and roaring endlessly.

This person is a Taoist man with the highest and strongest strength among the Zixiamen at present.

Ying Yu's eyes were cold, and his hands were seven-colored, and he suddenly bombarded the front. The powerful power spewed out, faintly as if there was a real dragon flying in the air, shaking its head and tail to shock the other party, with colorful light and majestic.

"Boom!" The attack of the two sides collided with great power, and the surrounding earth immediately sank for more than a few feet, and the sand and dust rolled.

Before the dust and smoke dissipated, the people who watched the war outside saw the middle-aged man in red robe of Zixiamen emerge from the dust like fallen leaves. He crossed an arc and fell into the crowd, fell heavily to the ground and almost hit people.

I saw that he was stained with blood and his body was distorted. I don't know how many bones he had broken, and he looked like he was about to die.

In the dust and smoke, Ying Yu came out unharmed, and even the hem of his clothes was not wrinkled at all, with a cold face.

Zhao Qingyu, the young master of Zixiamen, was found lying in a big pit after the smoke and dust dispersed. The pit was almost full of blood and fishy smell. Zhao Qingyu's whole body was blurred, and it seemed to be more miserable than the middle-aged man in red robe. It is hard to know whether he was alive or dead.

"I remember that he is Mr. Yu Yingyu!" Such a cry suddenly came from the crowd and quickly spread out.

In the Xuanji Garden, Ying Yu also appeared, especially on the night of defeating the Nether Envoy. In the end, many people saw him and wrote down his appearance. Nowadays, the storm here in Putian Temple has attracted many people in the world. Naturally, there will be people who have appeared in Xuanji Garden, and it is normal to recognize Ying Yu.

This time, the crowd is obviously noisy, and the reputation of some young masters in today's world is like thunder, and almost everyone knows it.

Ying Yu returned to Yun Qingwu's side, did not look at the beautiful woman's eyes, and continued to go to Putian Temple.

At this time, a golden light flashed in the distant sky, forming a bridge-like light curtain. Ten disciples of Putian Temple came over, with their clothes fluttering and elegant.

Although this is not within the scope of Putian Temple, it is formed because of Putian Temple anyway, and it is so close. When there was a fight, Putian Temple naturally came out to manage it.

The leader is an elderly old monk, with a straight body like a pine, wearing a yellow wide robe, white eyebrows, a shining body, and a dusty temperament. He stepped on the golden light, which is quite extraordinary.

"I sensed the battle of Taoist practitioners here. I don't know what happened?" The old monk asked, and his eyes fell on Ying Yu and the others.

Looking at the appearance of these monks, it is obvious that the people of Wanmo Mountain are thinking of five elements jade, and the group of Putian Temple disciples rescued by Ying Yu have not returned to report the news.

But think about it, what is the speed of the little fox? It is much faster than the disciples of Putian Temple, and it is normal to arrive so much earlier.

The bustling crowd next to him heard the old monk's words and immediately said one after another, and then told the beginning and end of the matter. There was no difference.

Ying Yu originally wanted to leave directly and did not want to attract the attention of the people of Putian Temple. After all, the purpose of their coming was obviously against Putian Temple. However, he found that Yun Qingwu's eyes at the leading old monk were a little strange, with a solemnity, and his heart was immediately awe-inst and did not act rashly.

Master Tianjue came forward with a heavy look and put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I'm really flattered to see my old people visiting."

The people around calmed down and looked at this scene strangely, with curiosity in their hearts.

Especially those who knew the identity of the old monk were even more surprised and looked at Ying Yu and his party in surprise. They didn't understand who the other woman was besides Mr. Yu.

Ying Yu was also silent. He knew that the other party was talking to Yun Qingwu, not him.

"How is Master Tianjue doing recently?" The cloud danced slowly, and the sound was ethereal and intoxicating.

As an old monk of the Tianzi generation, Master Tianjue and the abbot Tianchan Master are masters of the same generation. Even if they do not have the powerful Taoist practice of Tianchan Master, they are also extraordinary. They are the 32nd strong people on the list of immortals!

He said with unchanged when he heard the words: "As always, the ruthless fairy appeared here, which surprised the old man."

The people around immediately became an uproar when they heard it, and the people were shocked and their hearts jumped wildly.

As a woman who has occupied the first place in the list of fairies for nearly a hundred years, Yun Qingwu's reputation is much louder than that of princes, sect leaders and so on. Few practitioners have never heard of her.

At this moment, Master Tianjue's words, all the people present, men and women, old and young, are enthusiastically staring at Yun Qingwu, as if they want to see through the beauty behind the veil.

Yun danced softly and whispered, "I just brought people to the Bodhi tree to understand the Tao, and I hope I won't disturb your temple."

As soon as this sentence came out, Ying Yu felt countless jealous eyes staring at him, and his whole body was a little uncomfortable.

He is the only one standing next to Yun Qingwu. People naturally know who Yun Qingwu is talking about and envy his blessings. At the same time, many people who saw Ying Yu and Yun Qingwu riding the little fox together earlier were almost crazy, and their eyes turned red, and their jealousy burned brightly.

Master Tianjue looked at Ying Yu in surprise and then said, "It doesn't matter. Why don't you let the old man take you in so that there won't be any more twists and turns."

At this time, the people of Zixiamen didn't know where they had gone, and they couldn't see any of them. When they heard the name of Mr. Yu, they began to retreat, and when they heard the name of the ruthless fairy, they ran away.

Yun Qingwu is not only a peerless beauty, but also represents such a powerful force as forgetfulness. No one wants to offend her.

For Master Tianjue's words, Yun Qingwu did not refuse and said, "In this way, there will be Master Tianjue."

She nodded to Ying Yu, and the two beasts followed Master Tianjue towards Putian Temple.

Many monks here looked at the two figures, with inexplicable feelings in their eyes. It was not until several people left the city that people made noise again.

"Who can tell me how the ruthless fairy was born? Doesn't she always stay in forgetfulness?"

"Who can tell me what's going on with the ruthless fairy and Mr. Yu?"

"I want to fight with Mr. Yu!" A man obsessed with dancing said frenzyly.

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A few words of surprise or jealousy resounded through the city for a long time.