Although they were all righteous monks, the atmosphere at the scene was obviously tit-for-tat. Several people, led by Wang Laoliu, had angry faces and a tendency to fight if they disagreed.
Lin Mingyuan frowned. Anyone with a discerning eye could see the movement trajectory of the beast tide. Even if he and others did not appear, this ruins would still be attacked. Wang Laoliu was being too unreasonable.
But of course Lin Mingyuan is not someone to be trifled with. You respect me a foot and I will respect you a foot. At this time, we should work together to face the incoming beast tide. Since you don't know good from evil, he doesn't mind teaching this Wang Lao Liuyi a lesson.
Fan.
The green sword came out and faced several monks who had already taken out their magic weapons. Lin Mingyuan exuded a fierce sword intent, which instantly attracted the attention of Wang Laoliu and others.
They only thought that Qing Ling and Ning Hen were the leaders. Unexpectedly, Lin Mingyuan, who had been inconspicuous at the rear, suddenly burst out with strong power. Seeing that the weapon and magic weapon he was holding was actually a famous swordsman, his face turned ugly at that moment.
"Boss, what should I do? Do you want to do anything?"
The younger brother behind him asked Wang Laoliu in a low voice. He was just a little guy. He only had the cultivation level of the Seventh Heavenly Foundation. If he hadn't been attached to Wang Laoliu, he would have been killed in the tide of beasts.
"Talk too much!"
Wang Laoliu's expression was ugly. The aura from the opponent's body was enough to knock him down, let alone take action. But at this moment, the arrow was on the string and he had to shoot, and he was not willing to weaken his own face.
"Wait a minute!"
When the atmosphere on the field was at a stalemate, a voice came out, and a monk jumped between the two, and a soft spiritual power dispersed the tension in the air.
The person who came was a monk in green robes. He looked very young. He wore gloves of unknown material on his hands, which glowed with a fascinating light.
"You two, the beast tide is about to attack. Instead of fighting in our dens, it is better to conserve our strength to resist together. This way we will have more chance of survival."
Wang Laoliu seemed to be very afraid of this monk. After cursing a few words, he took back his weapon. He knew in his heart that he was no match for Lin Mingyuan and others. He naturally walked down the steps and disappeared into the crowd with his younger brother.
middle.
The green-robed monk nodded and walked to Lin Mingyuan with a kind smile on his face.
"Dare I ask that my friend is a disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect?"
Lin Mingyuan also put away the green sword, he did not want to lose his strength because of such trivial matters.
"Yes, you are in Lin Mingyuan, Xia Shu Mountain. I wonder who you are?"
The visitor looks dignified in appearance and extraordinary in temperament, and is incomparable to Wang Laoliu and his gang.
"Lin Mingyuan? Senior Brother Lin!"
The green-robed monk looked very surprised. He took a step forward and said with his hands in hand.
"I am a disciple of Xuantian Sect, Duan Po. I often hear Senior Brother Xiaoyao mention your name, but I didn't expect to see it in the eyes of the Demon today!"
Lin Mingyuan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the person in front of him was a disciple of Xuantian Sect and was familiar with Ren Xiaoyao. No wonder he looked so distinguished.
The two of them met and smiled, not sure whether it was lucky or unlucky that they met in such a dangerous situation.
"By the way, the people behind me are Kunai from Foyin Temple, Ning Hentian from Powan Immortal Palace, you must have heard of them, and Fairy Qingling from Shushan Mountain."
Duan Po nodded repeatedly, greeted everyone behind Lin Mingyuan one by one, and then sighed.
"Senior Brother Lin, seniors, I won't say any more polite words. Now the beast tide is coming fiercely. We monks gathered here. Although we can save a life for the time being, it is not a long-term solution."
The broken face was dignified, and there were obvious injuries on his body. Lin Mingyuan could see that the corpses of many monks near the ruins were lying horizontally. No one went to collect the corpse for them.
Then, then
Everyone followed the ruins to enter the ruins. Instead of saying that this is a relic, it is better to be a small town of one party. The stones are piled up. The surrounding walls are not high. It seems that there are signs of human activities in ancient times.
Lin Mingyuan embarked on the city wall, and his vision became open instantly. From here, it can be seen that it is not just the direction of four people. There are beasts that are running in all directions.
But angry.
Following the closest animal tide behind Lin Mingyuan, it has been on the verge of the city.
"Every Taoist friend, hold on, just wait until the end of the practice time, the Lord of the forest will come to pick us out!"
The broken soul shouted loudly, and many monks who were resting in the city stood out. They were scarred, but their faces were full of perseverance.
A large number of monks went to the head of the city one after another. Men and women, there were old and young, and they gathered beside the broken side. Obviously, he recognized him.
"Broken brothers, you can rest assured, everyone listens to you, only if we work together, we will be able to live!"
"That's right! Everyone has a spirit, the number of beasts is not large, we can survive it!"
"The old man hasn't killed the magic repair yet, how can you die in the hands of the monster!"
The sound sounded from the surroundings, and the crowd nodded, raised his hand, and his trap shone in the cold light.
"Yes, now there are four Taoist friends with seven major fairy doors, we will be able to keep it!"
A large number of monks looked at Lin Mingyuan's four, showing a joy in their eyes. Obviously, Lin Mingyuan and others' joining was very morale.
However, there are still different voices that come from the corner, and it seems very decadent.
"Little deceived people, how can we be able to stop the beast tide!"
"Yeah, I think of your immortal disciples, just want to make us be a cannon fodder.
These monks lying on the ground crookedly, although there were scars on their bodies, they obviously had the power of World War I.
"Lao Liu, do you say yes, this group of Xianmen guys obviously coax us as fools, asking me to say that it is better to run each other, maybe there is still a way of life!"
"Yeah! According to me, I will scatter, and they are always better than this dead!"
Wang Lao Liu did not go to the city wall at this time, but instead stood in front of the monks who complained in the mouth below. The face was gloomy and obviously shaken.
The monks around me were unwilling to hear these words. They originally complained about Wang Laoliu's hearts, and they didn't work. They were still cholera at the critical moment.
"Wang Lao Liu, if you want to run, no one stops you! Less about the wind and cool words here!"
"That's right! Resisting the beast tide didn't see you, hiding in the back and stealing, you will roll!"
The monk around the broken soul was excited, and the long -accumulated conflict finally couldn't help but erupt.
Wang Laoliu was pointed by countless people, and his face was quite ugly. He did make it careful in resisting the beast tide and arranged for his men to hide in Tibet. He did not do his best. At this time, he was clicked out in public.