Murong Bingyan's sudden appearance made the four members of the Youlong Sword Sect very embarrassed, but it was only embarrassing, because the Gusu Sword Sect had not yet been taken seriously by them, and even Murong Bingyan's future husband's family, Longhu Mountain, was nothing more than an embarrassment.
They are just as famous as their fellow disciples.
What's more, they are both eighth-level masters, and their cultivation levels are much higher than Murong Bingyan's.
"Hmph!" Murong Bingyan also knew that these four people were not easy to mess with. She snorted coldly, suppressed the anger in her heart, stood up and said to Fa Hai, "Senior brother, let's go!"
"Okay!" Fahai also felt that there was no need to be angry with these four disciples of the Wandering Dragon Sword Sect. It was just gossiping and eating tofu behind their backs. It was not a big deal. Just leave out of sight.
Unexpectedly, Fa Hai and the others chose to tolerate it, but the four disciples of the Wandering Dragon Sword Sect were a little reluctant.
Fa Hai and the others didn't even take two steps before they were forcibly stopped by the concave man with his sword scabbard.
"Junior sister Murong, don't leave in a hurry. The fact that we can meet at the western border can be regarded as meeting an old friend in a foreign land. Come, sit down together and introduce the little lover behind you to our brothers and sisters..."
"Yes! No wonder you have always been cold to our junior brother Conglong. It turns out that you have a unique taste and like monks, haha~"
"The young master of Longhu Mountain is pitiful. A cuckold can fly from thousands of miles away, haha!"
"Senior brother, why don't we take back this young monk who seduced the wife and send him to Longhu Mountain? I think that Luo Fengwu's expression will be very wonderful when he does it!"
Murong Bingyan was not good at talking, and she was ridiculed by the four people. She clenched her silver teeth tightly, almost bleeding, but the spiritual pressure of the concave-faced man that was faintly emanating from the body of the man suppressed her.
He was so stubborn that he couldn't even muster the strength to refute.
Fa Hai looked on with cold eyes, his face as usual, but his eyes were almost narrowed to a slit, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became deeper and deeper.
Fahai, who has read through "Wuya Notes", has a certain understanding of the Youlong Sword Sect.
The Youlong Sword Sect is located at the Yunyan Peak of Huqiu Mountain in the south of the Yangtze River. It is known as the No. 1 Sword Sect in Wuzhong, and is as famous as Longhu Mountain, one of the nine major sects of the Dao Sect. It is said that there are many masters of the Youlong Sword Sect, and there are three thousand flying swords in the sword pool inside the sect.
However, due to the uneven distribution of good and bad disciples and their arrogance and domineering, the sect has a very bad reputation. Although it is ranked third grade, it has never been able to enter the list of the nine major sects of Taoism.
Because of this, the Youlongjian Sect has always regarded Longhushan, who is in the same third rank but has entered the nine major Taoist sects, as a thorn in their side. They are always tit for tat and want to replace him at all times.
Originally, Fahai felt that Dalin Temple and Youlongjian Sect were on good terms, so there was no need for him to offend the disciples of Youlongjian Sect for a few words. However, seeing the situation of the four of them, he was not prepared to let Murong Bingyan go easily.
Longhushan's future daughter-in-law, incidentally, even he himself was labeled as seducing wives.
"Amitabha, everyone, please stop it! Don't use our tolerance of you as a source of arrogance." Fahai finally couldn't help but speak, stretched out his hand, and blocked Murong Bingyan behind him.
"What did you say?"
When the concave-faced man heard this, his smile suddenly froze, he raised his head and looked at Fahai coldly, as if a king was looking at a humble commoner.
As soon as the concave-faced man opened his mouth, Fahai suddenly felt a huge energy locking him tightly, and waves of spiritual pressure came in like a tidal wave.
It is the divine spiritual pressure emitted by an eighth-grade master!
If it were a monk with a weak will or a slightly weaker cultivation level, his legs would become weak and he would kneel down just facing this eighth-grade heavenly power.
However, for Fahai, facing the spiritual pressure deliberately emitted by the concave-faced man, it was like a breeze blowing on his face, without being affected at all.
"Huh? You are actually able to withstand the power of the eighth grade. I kind of underestimate you."
The concave-faced man was also surprised in his heart, and he couldn't help but pay more attention to Fahai. However, the arrogance that the disciples of the sect had built up over a long period of time could not help him give in. He held the long sword in both hands, smiled coldly, and said word by word, "Monk, you
Are you going to make an enemy of our Dragon Sword Sect?"
When Fahai heard this, he shook his head and was speechless. He even felt dumbfounded. What kind of gangster logic is this?
Seeing Fa Hai's silence, the concave-faced man thought he was intimidated by the name of the Dragon Sword Sect, and couldn't help but smile proudly, "Our Dragon Sword Sect is a large sect in Yunei, and we have always convinced people with our virtues. Today you just have to kneel down and give me
Let’s kowtow and then let this girl be taken away by us. We will pretend that what happened today never happened.”
"How can that be done? Senior brother, I think this little monk has strong bones and good cultivation. Why don't you let me take him as a sword slave and bring him back to the sect for training?" A woman behind the concave-faced man said.
"Yes, being a sword slave of our Wandering Dragon Sword Sect and being protected by the sect is a blessing you have earned throughout your life. Young monk, why are you hesitating? Why don't you quickly kowtow and thank me?" the handsome young man said impatiently.
"Kowtow to thank you? Let me ask, this senior brother, were you thrown ten times when you were a child, but only caught nine times?" Fahai let out a long sigh and asked suddenly.
"What?" The concave-faced man was stunned.
Before the concave-faced man could react, Fahai continued, "How else could your face become like this, and you would also be brain-dead from the fall?"
"Bold! What did you say?" The concave man and the man and two women behind him could hardly believe their ears.
"I said you have a shoe-push face, so don't blame others for stepping on you!"
After Fa Hai finished speaking, his whole body's aura surged, and the spiritual pressure of heavenly power formed by hard-wired 365 sky thunders spread out immediately, and spiritual power surged from all directions, one wave after another, endless.
There was an endless surge towards the four disciples of the Wandering Dragon Sword Sect in front of him.
It is also the eighth grade spiritual pressure, but it is exerted by Fa Hai. Compared with the concave man, it is completely different.
The four disciples of the Wandering Dragon Sword Sect all froze. In the moment of stasis, Fahai raised his arms and slapped the concave-faced man in the face hard, sending him flying backwards and knocking him over.
A table and chairs.
In an instant, the restaurant was in a state of chaos, with people jumping on their backs and turning into a pot of porridge.
Although the other three disciples of the Wandering Dragon Sword Sect were suppressed by Fa Hai, they were all at level eight cultivation after all. When they saw the concave-faced man suffering a big loss, they immediately activated all their magic power and broke the restraints in one fell swoop.
Release the sword light and kill Fa Hai.
At this moment, he saw that Fahai had already led Murong Bingyan away a few feet away, his hands solemnly joined together, his face became holy and solemn, his lips were slightly raised, and he uttered the eight-character mantra word by word.
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately...Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately..."
The sound is loud, distant, and the vast Sanskrit sound seems to be coming from the horizon. It is ethereal and ethereal. Although the sound is not loud, it is clear to the ears in such a noisy environment. It is refreshing and makes people feel very useful. It seems to be able to cleanse the soul.
Sin destroys all delusions.
In an instant, the whole restaurant became pure and pure. No matter the waiter, the shopkeeper who settled the accounts, the drinkers who were dining, or the murderous disciples of the Wandering Dragon Sword Sect, everyone was mesmerized by what they heard, and even the fingers that were trying to figure out their luck were soft.
They hung softly to the side, with the solemn Fahai in their eyes and the infinitely beautiful Sanskrit sounds in their ears.
Only the concave-faced man with the deepest cultivation still resisted the voice of wisdom. He gathered his magic power to resist, and raised his hand to pierce his eardrum. Unfortunately, it was like a curse on his body, making his whole body itchy and filled with demons.
He was about to move, but he couldn't muster any strength. As soon as he raised his hands to his ears, they dropped down feebly.
"Fucked..." The concave-faced man felt despair in his heart.
If I had known earlier that this little monk had such profound cultivation...
If I had known earlier that this little monk could cast the Mahayana mantra...
if……
It's a pity that there is never an if in a master's duel.
A smile flashed across Fahai's eyes. With his three thousand years of cultivation, he was able to perform the supreme Mahayana magic such as the Eight Sounds of Wisdom and Heart, and he was calculating mentally and unintentionally. It was simply too difficult to deal with these monks who had been practicing for one or two hundred years.
It's easier.
Although he had the situation under control, Fahai did not stop. Instead, he gathered all his magic power to maximize the heart-cleansing and relaxing sounds of the Eight Sounds of Wisdom.
Heart-cleansing sounds, memory clearing;
The sound of relaxing, the mood collapses.
"Put down the butcher's knife...become a Buddha immediately...put down the butcher's knife...become a Buddha immediately..."
The Eight-Character Mantra, which contains three thousand years of mana, became more and more powerful. In the end, the sky above the entire restaurant was like thunder, deafening. Not only did the members of the Dragon Sword Sect gradually disappear, their consciousness lost control, their eyes widened, and their saliva flowed.
, like a fool, the sound of Sanskrit passed through the window to the outside of the building. Countless passers-by felt their bones and muscles were numb and fell to the ground when they heard it.