At first, Yan Qi was not sure, and was able to confirm that the evil energy on Zhu'er could suppress Zi Jinling's most evil energy. However, after successfully melting the blood, the evil energy did not retaliate, so he felt relieved.
The purple light of the purple gold bell began to merge with the red light on Zhu'er's body. After a moment of appearance, it gradually darkened.
Yan Qi let out a long sigh.
At this moment, the fat monk suddenly shouted softly, "Amitabha, I congratulate the female donor!"
This abrupt low shout made Zhu'er, who was fully focused, suddenly become confused. In a shock, the purple gold bell's evil aura suddenly became violent and frantically turned backwards towards Zhu'er's body!
"Spider!" Yan Qi's expression changed drastically. He shouted and rose up and rushed towards Spider. Spider was born with an evil body. Even if he was backfired, he would not die suddenly. As long as he could save him as soon as possible, he would still have a trace of vitality!
"Amitabha!" The fat monk threw one hand and two golden iron whips rose into the air, pressing over like Yan Qi who was flying rapidly.
Yan Qi's pupils instantly shrank into a dangerous needle-shaped shape. If he was placed on weekdays, he would not be afraid of this fat monk with his strength. But now the time is urgent. If he does not save Zhu'er as soon as possible, the consequences will be unimaginable. The fat monk's iron whip was hanging on his head. Yan Qi gritted his teeth and gave up any defense. He held the silver-white snake-shaped sword in his hands and rushed towards Zhu'er straight. In this way, even if the iron whip was hit on him, he could save Zhu'er first.
The fat monk was slightly stunned. It was exactly the same as Xu Cunyun's guess. At this Jianghu Ceremony, Buddha Mountain had no intention of giving up the Zijinling, but he wanted to use this guise to demonstrate the strength of Buddha Mountain and maintain its status in the Jianghu. Although no one in Buddha Mountain could make this Zijinling recognize his master, Ren Buli is a treasure of the world. In the future, he found a suitable candidate and gave up the Zijinling to harm the world. At that time, Buddha Mountain would kill him with the Golden Ring Vajra Tin Pestle at the right time. Without knowing it, he could still enjoy the benefits of a fisherman and become the only force in commanding the heroes in the Jianghu.
However, they were smart in their abacus, but they never expected that a woman who was born with an evil body would appear today. The fat monk had no intention of letting Zhu'er successfully recognize the master of Zi Jinling from the beginning, but it was not easy to obstruct him in front of the heroes of the world. Therefore, this was the worst case. When Zhu'er reached the last step, he suddenly made a sound and disturbed his mind.
Now that things have come to this point, there is no need to worry about anything. Naturally, Yan Qi, who is coming to save him, will not succeed. The white and fat monk smiled slightly, and his single palm suddenly pressed downwards. The two whips suddenly accelerated and chased Yan Qi's body that had been bypassed.
The fat white monk still had a smile on his face and was very confident in his "star-chasing whip", and it was when the other party was unintentional and full effort to face him.
Yan Qi, who was flying rapidly, felt a murderous attack coming backwards.
"Spider!" Yan Qi cried in his heart. He knew what the consequences were to be caught up with the two iron whips, but he didn't care about his life and death. He was a few years older than Spider. He still remembered the scene where the Virgin of Huajian brought Spider back from. At that time, Spider was still in his cradle and could only swear. He burst into tears and smiled when he saw him at the first sight.
Then he grew up with Zhu'er and practiced the battle soul together. Zhu'er regarded him as his brother, but why didn't Yan Qi, who was also an orphan, regard this cute little girl as more close than her sister?
In the eyes of others, they are a pair of childhood sweethearts, but only they themselves know that they are open and honest, and only have a brother-sister relationship that is deeply rooted in their bloodline.
"Brother, will you protect me for the rest of your life?"
This is what Zhu Er said when she was three years old. She fell down in the valley and was lost, climbing on Yan Qi's tender back.
"Well, my brother will protect you for the rest of your life." Yan Qi was only a nine-year-old child at that time. That time, he walked in the valley with a spider on his back for three days and three nights. When he was found by the disciples of the Huajian Sect who came to look for, he was so exhausted that he couldn't even speak.
The fat monk is very well maintained. His skin is fairer and smoother than that of a woman. He always looks like a gentleman with a smile. His face is filled with pink and soft fat, and his small eyes are narrowed. Others can never see whether the mercy or viciousness flows in his eyes.
"Ami..." The fat monk was halfway through the Buddhist name, and suddenly his face narrowed and he suddenly leaned back.
Two invisible and silent flying knives slashed over his face with fat, and instantly drew an arc and turned around again. However, the fat white monk who had already come to his senses did not have to be so embarrassed this time. He pointed it lightly and a golden shield appeared out of thin air, easily blocking the two flying knives that could only be felt.
But because of this, his two iron whips lost the control of their soul power and their speed slowed down. Yan Qi felt the pressure behind him and instantly took a break. He concentrated his mind and quickly accelerated his body skills. The silver-white snake-shaped sword instantly turned into thousands of lights and shadows and enveloped Zhu'er.
"Spider!" Yan Qi hugged Zhuer away. Seeing that Zhuer was exhausted but had not suffered any damage, he felt relieved and turned around and glared at the white fat monk.
"Amitabha, I just saw that the donor was about to go to danger. I was afraid that the donor would be retaliated by the evil spirit of the purple gold bell, so I had no choice but to make this decision. I hope the donor would not be disgusted." The fat monk had thick flesh on his face and his skin was proportional. He had no trace of guilt and embarrassment, but instead looked grand and compassionate.
Yan Qi almost bit his teeth and suppressed the anger in his heart. He didn't know the white fat monk's intentions, but although it was extremely dangerous at that moment, it was all in the flash, so people naturally could not see the clues. In addition, the shameless words of the white fat monk made others think that the white fat monk was really trying to save people.
This is Fodon Mountain, and it is another grand ceremony in the martial arts world. Yan Qi was not impulsive to fight the white fat monk on the spot, and Zhu'er looked fine, so he had to suppress his anger, glared at the white fat monk fiercely, and then carefully supported Zhu'er and turned around and left.
"Amitabha." The fat monk looked at Yan Qi's back and smiled, looking kind and kind. In fact, he was also controlling his emotions. He was about to succeed just now, but two fighting souls flew from somewhere to make trouble. Although the woman with a natural evil body was backfired by Zi Jinling, she was forcibly rescued by the powerful eight-star battle soul at the first time, and finally successfully made Zi Jinling recognize her master.
Once the external war soul recognizes the master, it will no longer be able to escape from its original body. Even the external war soul has no choice but to have it. Now that things have come to this, the white-fat monk has to give up angrily and only think about how to form a relationship with the Huajian Sect in the future and cultivate it into a puppet of Buddha Mountain.
"The female donor was retaliated against by the evil spirit of Zijinling, but if there was no major problem, there was a top return air scattered in Mount Buddha. I will send someone to him later..."
"I'll give it to you!"
At this moment, a thin and dry figure rose into the air and landed three feet away from the fat white monk. He glared at the fat white monk and said angrily: "You bald donkey is so vicious that you deliberately interrupt others, almost killing people's lives. Finally, you tried to stop me. If I hadn't been quick-eyed and quick-handed, I would have probably two more corpses here!"
The white monk looked at the future and said calmly: "I think this donor must have misunderstood the monk. Just now, the monk only had the intention to save people, but had no intention of harming others. The monk was just happy for the female donor and congratulated him from the bottom of his heart. Later, he was worried that the male donor was backfired by the evil spirit of Zi Jinling, so he made a move. Is there any problem?"
"Don't let it go!" Ding Xiaodou angrily rebuked, "Even if you are happy for others from the bottom of your heart, do you need to congratulate them with the power of the war soul? Also, you said you are afraid that others will be backfired by evil spirits, so you will be blocked by you. Do you need to use such great force? If I hadn't stopped you just now, I'm afraid that the man would have been slapped into a meat paste by your iron whip!"
"Are Douya crazy?" Su Mu roared in a low voice. He only focused on Yan Qi and Zhu'er, but never expected Ding Xiaodou to help, and he did not expect that this kid would stand up and expose the fat white monk in person.
Although the fat white monk is abominable, everything Ding Xiaodou said is true, but they have no friendship with the Huajian Sect, so there is no need to openly become enemies with Buddha Mountain. After Ding Xiaodou's fight, this kind of gangster would probably have formed more or less.
"Douya, die for me!" Su Mu was in a hurry and yelled at Ding Xiaodou.
Ding Xiaodou ignored Su Mu and continued to point at the fat monk in the white and scolded, "You bald donkey, you have no good intentions since the beginning. I believe you have known the consequences of the backlash of the evil spirit of the purple gold bell, why is it still here that people die in vain..."
The fat monk's mouth twitched slightly, barely controlling himself and not taking action to kill the guy who made him hate him. The man in front of him had a fuss at the gate of the mountain today, and he didn't care much at that time. If he had expected that he would not have let him go!
"Amitabha!" The fat monk used his fighting soul power to yell the Buddha's name. Ding Xiaodou felt a strong momentum and his chest felt stuffy.
"Those who believe in me do not need to make excuses. Those who do not believe in me will let him go. My Buddha is merciful, everything is empty, and the clouds and smoke of the past..."
"I'm past the clouds and smoke!" Ding Xiaodou calmed down and two invisible flying knives shot towards the fat white monk.
The fat monk waved his cuffs, and a powerful energy instantly drove away the two flying knives and rushed towards Ding Xiaodou. Ding Xiaodou felt a stuffy chest, as if he was hit hard by some heavy object. His throat became sweet, and he spewed out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.
"Xiao Dou!" Xu Lei shouted loudly, took out the demon sword and flew over.
"I'll go!" Su Mu and others also sacrificed their war souls and flew over.
The fat white monk snorted coldly, and his two whips flew into the air, and his sleeves spread out. The pair of iron whips instantly surged several times in the air, pressing towards Xu Lei and others with a thunderous momentum. After instantly, the attacks of Xu Lei and others were easily dispelled, a pair of huge iron whips continued to press down.
"Stop!" With an angry shout, Xu Cunyun didn't care too much at this time. She was a little single, her body jumped up lightly, and the jade sword came out of her hand. With just one sword, she forced the fat monk's swelling double iron whip back.