Xiaohua, who was standing on Wan Lin's shoulder, suddenly saw three people from the side rushing towards Wan Lin and Feng Dao in the firelight. Even the tiger stood up suddenly and exposed its big teeth. A blue light suddenly shot out of its eyes, and it raised its head.
The head angrily let out a deafening roar of a leopard, and then jumped out from Wan Lin's shoulder.
Amidst the ear-splitting roar of a leopard, a ferocious howl of wolves suddenly sounded in the dark mountains outside the wall, and then there was a "clang, clang, clang" collision sound from the temple gate, and the dilapidated wooden door was violently collided.
It was crumbling. There were also slaps on the wall. The dark mountains seemed to boil suddenly, and the woods around the temple echoed with the terrifying howling of wolves.
Wan Lin saw the angry blue light in Xiaohua's eyes. He quickly raised his left hand and held down Xiaohua who was about to burst out from his shoulder. He then raised his head and imitated Xiaohua's "Ouch!" and let out a deafening roar of a leopard.
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Wan Lin's leopard roar when he raised his inner strength shook the surrounding areas, and the surrounding mountains, which were like ink shadows, echoed in waves. It was as if there were countless ferocious leopards roaring in the entire mountain.
The howling of wolves in the woods outside the courtyard suddenly disappeared into the darkness, and the crashing sound from the gate suddenly became quiet. The mountains, where the deafening howls of wolves had just been echoing, suddenly became silent, except for the roar of leopards from Wanlin.
reverberating.
Amidst Wan Lin's ear-splitting roar, the old monk swayed and appeared in front of the three rushing disciples like lightning. He stretched out his right hand, stopped the eldest disciple rushing in front and roared: "Stop!"
His eldest disciple grabbed the old monk's arm and shouted: "Master, they broke into the temple trespassing, let me deal with them!" The two surrounding monks also took a step forward suddenly, staring at the people in front of them with wide eyes.
Wan Lin and the Wind Knife.
When the old monk saw the three disciples stepping forward, he opened his arms to stop the three of them, and then took a deep breath. His slightly closed eyes suddenly opened wide, staring at the little flower on Wan Lin's shoulder in astonishment.
Said: "No wonder there are wolves gathering around. It turns out that the legendary mountain king has arrived!"
As he said that, he threw away his eldest disciple who was grabbing his arm, a flash of light suddenly flashed out of his slightly closed eyes and he shouted: "Get out of the way, the one who can control the Mountain King must be a real master, the three of you are still weak.
, are not their opponents yet, stand back!”
The old monk followed and strode up to Wan Lin Hefeng Blade in the flickering light of the fire. He stopped and took a deep breath, and the monk's robes on his body suddenly bulged outwards.
He clasped his hands together, stared at Wan Lin and Feng Dao in front of him, raised his energy and said word by word: "The two donors are indeed experts. No wonder they dare to bring this magical mountain king to our barren mountains to look for you.
accomplice."
He then sneered and said: "Hey, the old monk tells you that your bastards have already splattered with blood on the spot. If you have the ability, come and do it!" As he said that, he slowly raised his hands, and his eyes shot out coldly.
He looked at Wan Lin and the two.
The old monk's words were not high-pitched, but the sound carried by his inner strength made the mountains buzz with a buzzing sound. The commotion of the wolves in the woods outside the wall immediately became quiet again.
Wan Lin was overjoyed when he heard the old monk's deafening words. He immediately understood that the three red foxes that had slipped through the net had indeed appeared here. Although they shot and wounded the old monk's two apprentices and the ferocious fox
Tiger, but those three boys must have been restrained by the extremely powerful old monk in front of them.
Now, when they saw the two of them coming with guns, they must have had a misunderstanding in their hearts, thinking that they were the accomplices of the three boys.
He secretly raised his inner strength and thought to himself: "No wonder these monks, who are supposed to be kind-hearted, are so hostile to two strangers like me!" Wan Lin then opened his mouth to explain his identity.
At this time, Feng Dao, who was standing aside, had already raised his inner strength and said loudly: "Senior, you have all misunderstood, we are..." Before he could finish his words, the great disciple standing behind the old monk had already taken another furious step forward.
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The great disciple's furious roar followed: "Master, they broke into the temple with guns. They are the accomplices of those three bastards. Don't talk nonsense to them. I'll kill them!" In the midst of the roar, he raised his right palm and ran straight to it.
Wan Lin struck hard in the chest.
At this time, Xiaohua saw the opponent attacking Wan Lin. A blue light suddenly flashed in its eyes, and it kicked Wan Lin's shoulder hard to rush out. Its closed mouth suddenly opened in rage.
Wan Lin saw that this reckless monk not only refused to listen to his explanation, but also directly attacked himself without any explanation. He raised his left hand angrily and pressed the little flower on his shoulder hard, and raised his right hand to meet the opponent's powerful palm.
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Just now, Wan Lin listened to the names these monks called each other and already knew that the irritable monk was the old monk's great disciple, and the old monk had extremely high skills, so he thought that the old monk's great disciple must also have good skills.
Therefore, the right palm he struck out had already contained internal energy in anger.
"Pa", with a crisp sound of applause, the charging monk flew backwards, and a stream of red blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth.
The old monk behind saw his disciple rushing up desperately. He was shocked and was about to reach out to grab the disciple, but his reckless disciple had already rushed past him. He then saw the disciple lying on his back.
Flying over, there was already a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
He reached out and grabbed his arm, then lightly patted his apprentice on the back with his right palm, outputting a burst of infuriating energy to protect his apprentice's heart. He then pushed the apprentice behind him and shouted: "Everyone.
Stand down, the old monk wants to meet this young master in person!" He then took a half-step towards Wan Lin.
Wan Lin saw the monk in front of him being struck out by his own palm. He did not expect that this eldest disciple, who was more than ten years older than him, would be so different from his own in skill. The force of his own palm had already injured him.
The other party then had a look of regret on his face.
He looked at the flying figure of the other party and was stunned for a moment. Then he saw the old monk angrily stepping towards him. He quickly waved his hand and said: "Old senior, I'm so sorry. Please listen to my explanation...".
When the old monk saw that his eldest disciple was injured by the opponent's palm, he was furious. He didn't listen to Wan Lin's explanation at all. In anger, he raised his right palm and struck Wan Lin in front of him with great force.
A fierce palm wind rushed to Wan Lin's chest in an instant, and the old monk's roar sounded at the same time: "You bastards, you are indeed the accomplices of those foreign devils! Well, since you dare to come to this temple to seek revenge, I will greet you.
Come with us, Mountain King, I, the old monk, want to see what you, the accomplices of the foreign devils, are capable of!"