Chapter 157 The Great Powerful Dragon

Time is midnight.

On the northern wall of Mengzhou, a group of soldiers were patrolling back and forth with torches.

The last person in the team suddenly felt a strange noise coming from behind.

"who?!"

"Chorus~"

The soldier was so fierce that he drew his sword and turned around.

When the others heard the shout, they quickly turned around and drew their swords.

Then he saw a gray shadow soaring into the sky from the inside of the city wall, and then he did not stop. He crossed the military road nearly three meters wide, passed through the female wall outside, and flew down.

The team of soldiers hurried to the outside female wall and threw the torch to the city to see the person clearly.

But the torch was still falling in the air, so they saw the figure falling across the moat and heading straight to the northwest through the moonlight.

There seemed to be something on his shoulder.

Flower-picking thief?!

The leader of the sergeant suddenly remembered the incident of the flower-picking thieves in the city these two days. He was about to give an order when the sound of clothes floating from behind him came.

Several people turned around in a hurry, but they did not see anyone.

"above!"

One of the soldiers raised his sword and pointed it upwards.

Only then did everyone see a man in white clothes, carrying his hands on his back, stepping on the void, and crossing their heads, and then landing directly outside the city.

After the man in white flew over his head and flew away a little, they realized that this man was a bald man, and the man in white was actually a monk's robe.

Monk in white?

Is this chasing the man in front?

"Go, report to Lord Sun and find the traces of the flower-picking thief!"

The sergeant stared at the figure who was moving away from the city and spoke.

"Boss, it's so late, let the brothers"

"If you want to go, don't be fucking nonsense!"

The sergeant suddenly stared at him and shouted.

But he thought in his heart that if he would not report at this time, he would wait for a while and who would secretly tell Shangfeng that I would not be able to eat?

The voices of the two people were spreading far away at night. Huang Lin, who had crossed the moat, heard it and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

This is the effect you want!

Otherwise, with his ability, the soldiers guarding the city would not be able to find traces.

Yun Zhonghe's light skills are rare in the martial arts world who can match him.

At this time, someone followed him tightly for more than ten miles, but he didn't notice it at all.

He was thinking in his heart that he was so happy and happy when he ran deep in the woods.

I was dreaming about the scene of a woman on her shoulder struggling to beg for mercy, but a sound suddenly came from the front.

"Amitabha!"

"The donor has been rushing with his people for so long, so he should be tired, right? Why don't I let me do it for my behalf?"

Hell!!!

He was still running fast, but the sound kept ringing three feet ahead, but there was no one there under the moonlight.

"who?!"

Yun Zhonghe's hair suddenly exploded.

He quickly stopped, put the person carrying him on his shoulders away, picked up his weapon and glanced around.

"The donor is indeed tired."

This time the sound came from the top of his head. He held a long-handled steel claw in each hand and looked up in a hurry.

Then he saw a white shadow sweeping past his head with his hands on his back. After a light click on the treetops, he turned around and put his hands together and slowly fell down.

This light skill?!

Yun Zhonghe's pupils tightened, tightened the steel claws in his hand, and said with a stern voice:

"This master, what's the reason why I chased you late at night? I, Yun Laosi, didn't seem to have offended Shaolin Temple, right?"

He couldn't think of anything else for a young monk with such high martial arts skills in the world except Shaolin.

"Amitabha. I am not a monk. I have seen the donor Yun."

Huang Lin held the Buddha string in his right hand and raised his left hand and nodded at Yun Zhonghe.

But he was regulating his breath in secret.

The injury has not healed yet, so this is a bit tired!

Wuhua? Not from Shaolin?

Yun Zhonghe had a hint of surprise in his eyes.

When did such a terrible young monk appear in other temples?

"Master Wuhua chased Yun late at night, but is there something wrong?"

The monk in front of him was so powerful that his internal strength and light skills were so strong that he did not dare to relax at all.

"Please go to death!"

Huang Lin, who had a little breathing adjustment, has already slowed down.

Before he finished speaking, the man had already swept upwards and drifted towards the crane in the clouds.

In the air, the man took the Buddha string with his left hand and stood up on his chest, his five fingers slightly opened his right hand and headed towards the crane cover in the clouds.

Big Nine Heavens Hand!

It was obviously just a flesh palm, but in the eyes of the crane in the clouds, it seemed to cover the sky and the sun, and it was covered all around it.

Can't hide!

He has never seen such a palm technique!

You can only cross a pair of steel claws in your hand to resist.

But when the other party's right palm was about to slap the steel claws, he flipped his palm and swept his fingertips towards the intersection of the steel claws.

Yun Zhonghe suddenly felt a strong force coming from the steel claws in his hand.

Then, the weapon was pulled open by the jade-like palm.

He was shocked in his heart and saw the other party stopping his fingers and punching him straight into the vital point of his chest!

Great Demon-Subduing Fist!

Too close! He had no time to think of other ways!

Fortunately, the feeling of being shrouded around had disappeared. Yun Zhonghe stepped under his feet and retreated in a hurry.

"Puff~"

Unfortunately, he was still hit by a fist.

Huang Lin frowned slightly. He didn't dare to use too much true energy, and this punch failed to hit the ground.

The other party was just slightly injured.

He couldn't kill Yun Zhonghe in a moment, and then saw the other party spitting blood and screaming, running away.

He felt unlucky and "snatched" a moment, Huang Lin lightly tapped his toes and chased after him.

At this time, Yun Zhonghe even lost one steel claw in his hand, and flew desperately with his strength.

This run took about ten miles.

But he never could distance himself from the young monk about ten feet away from him.

I complained in my heart.

Huang Lin was also angry. If it weren't for the injury of the meridians and he wouldn't dare to activate his true energy, he wouldn't have followed Yun Zhonghe and eaten ashes for so long.

You can see the Mengzhou city walls vaguely in front of you!

Both of them ran forward, and Yun Zhonghe was sweating profusely and his face was pale.

His internal strength is generally inferior to those of the same level. When he was fighting just now, his lungs were slightly injured. At this time, he ran so far away and his chest seemed to be burning.

Seeing the city wall getting closer, Yun Zhonghe showed a hint of joy on his face.
To be continued...