The fifth thousand three hundred and fortieth chapters howling fire
The thick night covered the entire mountain. The old monk did not answer when he heard the apprentice's cry, but reached out to stop the three furious apprentices. A flash of light burst into his eyes, and he looked at Wan Lin and the other two intently.
Following the little flower on Wan Lin’s shoulders, he looked at the little flower.
At this time, he saw clearly in the torch held by his apprentice. The black shadow that had just passed by lightning just now was actually an animal as big as a cat. Now he was lying on the shoulders of a young man in front of him, staring at him fiercely
The tiger beside him.
He focused on the two young men and the fierce little animal in front of him. His eyes flashed, he looked down at the tiger that was shrunk into a ball, full of fear, and suddenly a look of astonishment appeared on his face.
At this time, Wan Lin also looked at the monks standing in front of him. He had already seen that the old monk in front of him was the masters of the three young monks. They were indeed martial arts practitioners, and they were also exquisite.
A master of internal skills.
He pressed Xiaohua on his shoulder hard, then raised his hands and clasped his fists, bowed and said, "My masters, I'm so embarrassed..."
Before he finished speaking, the old monk standing in front said coldly: "It turns out that the two little donors are indeed masters, otherwise they would not have visited sneakily late at night. It seems that they are looking for your foreign companions.
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He followed the little flower on Wan Lin's shoulder and said, "If I'm not wrong, the kitten on your shoulder is the legendary little hill king. You also brought the wolves outside the temple, right?"
Before the old monk finished speaking, the three apprentices standing beside him took a step back in shock. The little monk then took another step forward. He raised his hand and pointed at the little flower on Wan Lin's shoulder, widened his eyes and shouted: "
Master, that's the legendary little hill king? Did they really bring those wolves?"
In the flashing fire, the old monk raised his hand and pulled the shocked little disciple behind him. He stared at Wan Lin's eyes without saying a word. His wrinkled face was as gloomy as water, and only those slightly closed eyes,
A flash of light flashed in the flashing fire.
Wan Lin felt a little moved when he heard the old monk's question, and immediately understood that before he and the two of them came, the three uninvited guests of the red fox had indeed come here, and they had a conflict with the monk in the temple, otherwise this person would have looked like he was.
The kind-hearted old monk will not speak so rudely.
Wan Lin realized that the other party might have had a misunderstanding, so he quickly clasped his fists again and replied with a respectful expression: "Sorry, we are not those three..."
Before he could finish his words, a young monk with a torch on his face and bearded behind him suddenly threw the torch in his hand towards the side wall. A roar like thunder broke out in his mouth: "You are indeed those
Come on, the bastard’s accomplice!”
The torch made a "whim" sound in the air. It rolled and flew towards the side wall. The dark wall followed by a "whim" burning sound, and a dazzling fire lit up from the wall. The dark temple courtyard
The middle followed by a red flame.
Amid the thunderous roar and howling firelight of the young monk, Wan Lin and Feng Dao stood in the yard without moving, staring at the angry monk in front of them, but their eyes were already clearly seen in this moment, and there was a wall around them.
A dark torch.
Among the flying torches, torches inserted obliquely on the wall were lit one after another, like dominoes, bursting out clusters of red flames. The dim temple compound was instantly filled with a piece of
A red flame is shrouded in!
In the blazing fire, the old monk looked coldly at Wan Lin and Feng Dao standing in front of him. He then took a step back and shouted at the tiger in front of him: "Tiger, retreat!"
Amid the old monk's shout, the tiger looked at Wan Lin and Feng Dao viciously, then looked at the blue light flashing in Xiaohua's eyes, shrank his head, and limped backwards.
It followed him lying beside the old monk, staring at the wind knife on the side without moving, and his eyes tried his best to avoid Xiaohua's blue eyes.
At this time, the young monk with a beard had already strode to the old monk. He opened his eyes wide and stared at Wan Lin in front of him and let out an angrily roar: "Put down your broken cat and come and die!"
The old monk standing behind heard the roar of his disciple. His face changed drastically. His body shook and rushed forward. His right palm was raised and he swung forward vigorously. His shoulders followed and the apprentice in front of him to the side.
I understand, how can such a magical object in the mountains be easily insulted?!
At this moment, a blue light had already shot from Wan Lin's shoulders, and the little flower lying on Wan Lin's shoulders flew up with a "whimper". In the red firelight, a blue light rushed straight to the head of the young monk in front of him. Xiao Huayang
With a few rays of cold light on his right claw, he rushed straight to the young monk's bare head and patted it.
Wan Lin was shocked! He didn't expect that the young monk in front of him was so reckless that he called Xiaohua a "broken cat" without knowing that Xiaohua was the king of the mountain. This invisibly violated Xiaohua's taboo. No wonder Xiaohua
Will be so furious!
His body shook, and his figure rushed towards Xiaohua like an arrow, shouting in his mouth: "Xiaohua, that's a friend, come back!"
As Wan Lin roared, his right hand also raised at the same time, and a fierce true energy came out of his palm. The fierce palm wind directly met the palm force that the old monk waved towards Xiaohua.
At this time, the little flower had already pounced on the head of the monk in front of her. As the roar of Wanlin, the blue light in its eyes flashed, and the sharp nails on its claws suddenly shrank to the heart of the claws.
As soon as the young monk roared, he saw a black shadow silently, and a blue beam of light had already flown to his head. He opened his mouth in shock, and with the force coming from his master's shoulder, he was shocked to the side.
Save.
But the black shadow above his head was like a shadow, and with a strong wind, he still flew over his head, and a gust of wind followed him and took a picture of his head! The two monks behind him were also shocked and rushed forward with their feet.
He exclaimed in his mouth: "Senior Brother, be careful!"
At this time, Xiaohua had already pounced on the monk's head. Its two front legs with only strength kicked the monk's bare head in front of her and rushed back like lightning.
It landed on the shoulder of Wan Lin that was rushing towards him, and at a glance, Wan Lin hit him forward. It pushed Wan Lin's shoulder suddenly and was about to rush forward again, and a blue beam flashed in its eyes again.
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At this moment, the two palms of the air were like two fierce hurricanes, colliding hard in the air. A deafening palm sounded suddenly in the quiet temple, and two fierce palms of the air were
The force scattered and rushed towards the surroundings.
The flashing fire on the wall suddenly flew upwards in the incoming airflow. The dark torch made a "sharp" burning sound, and clusters of whistling upwards.