"Senior also wants to go to the Zuodao to gather. Yes, of course, I am willing to recommend it."

Luo Hongyi was afraid that the old devil would kill him, so she hurriedly spoke.

“Where will be tomorrow?”

Chen Xuan smiled hoarsely.

"In the ancient pagoda temple outside the city, many left-minded people will be invited."

Luo Hongyi said hurriedly.

"Who have you all gone?"

Chen Xuan smiled casually.

"There are the 'Black Evil Palm' Situ Qing, the 'One-word Lightning Sword' Zhu Tianhai, the 'Poison Heart Doctor' Jiang Yelan, and the 'Eight-Armed Arhat' Zheng Taolun..."

Luo Hongyi quickly spoke the names one by one.

Chen Xuan nodded repeatedly when he heard this. He smiled after he finished speaking and said hoarsely, "Young people are pretty good. They can still speak so smoothly after being given a palm of my seven successes. It's rare. But next time, don't say bad things about me secretly. I have a problem, which is that my mind is too narrow and I can't stand others secretly talking about me, hehe..."

He smiled meaningfully, his clothes flew, and turned around and left.

Luo Hongyi's pupils shrank slightly, and she looked at the background of his departure and felt even more shocked.

This old devil just used seven success powers with that palm?

I almost broke up, but I didn’t have all my skills!

"Damn it, what kind of adventure did this old demon Han have in the past three years?"

He stood up from the ground with difficulty, supported his wounded body, and quickly left here.

Some of the healing pills in his arms were all under the other party's palm and were shaken into powder. He could only return to his residence to heal him first.

Fortunately, it was snowing heavily at this moment, and there were not many people on the street. If some other characters saw his current state, it would be difficult to guarantee that he would not have any vicious thoughts.

…

far away.

Chen Xuan deliberately went around and opened another room in another inn.

This is a strategy he came up with specifically to prevent being plotted.

Youdao is a mistake and a wisdom. After experiencing the incident in Jiangchengfu, he knew that if he wanted to keep his identity from being exposed, it would be best not to be exposed. So he opened two rooms, one for his current identity, "Vajra Hand", Han Yutianyong, and the other for the "Wind Catcher" Zhao Tongtianyong, the court.

After entering the inn, he immediately took off the Han Yutian mask on his face, changed into a new young face, and even changed all his clothes.

After looking in the mirror for a while, Chen Xuan smiled and was quite satisfied.

Suddenly, he picked up the white jade box on one side, opened it gently, and pinched up the thing like a bone inside, revealing his thoughts.

What exactly is this?

What a cold smell...

Every time I touched it in my hand, a faint harsh wailing sound could be heard in my ears, as if I was in a ghost world for a moment.

He shivered, put the thing back into the jade box again, stuffed the jade box solemnly into his arms, took out the sharp weapon [Chiyuan] from the package, and walked downstairs.

…

One hour later.

Location in the south of the city.

A relatively remote place on the hillside.

The heavy snow continued to fall, covering the entire mountainside, and a figure in a blue shirt appeared here.

Chen Xuan looked up and saw an inconspicuous small temple not far ahead.

This temple covers only one acre of area, with its gates closed, and the surrounding walls are mostly aging. Mud has fallen from many places. When you walk to the temple, you will see the three big words "Mingshen Temple" written on the plaque of the temple.

Chen Xuan smiled slightly, stretched out his palm, and gently knocked on the huge copper ring on the door a few times.

Bang bang bang bang!

The sound is dull and echoes in the darkness.

"Who? It's dark. If you burn incense and worship Buddha, you can come again tomorrow!"

A crisp little novice voice came from inside.

"I am the abbot's friend, and I will meet you if you have important things!"

Chen Xuan's voice came in.

"What? Abbot's friend, then donor wait a moment."

The little novice inside looked a bit surprised.

Then the sound of running in small steps sounded, the sound of monk's shoes stepping on the snow.

Soon, the thick vermilion door creaked and opened from the inside. A little novice monk, who was about twelve or thirteen years old, was shaking with heat, trembling with cold, and looked at Chen Xuan in confusion.

"This donor, are you really the abbot's friend?"

"Yes, little master, please hand this item over to the abbot."

Chen Xuan smiled slightly and took out a silver seal from his arms.

The little novice monk took it in his hand, glanced in confusion, and said, "Please wait for a moment if donor!"

He ran towards the temple again.

After about half a cup of tea, the little novice monk ran over again, his face flushed with cold, and he said, "Donor, please come in, the abbot is welcome!"

Chen Xuan smiled slightly, pushed the door and walked in.

The little shami stretched out her head and looked outside. When she saw that there was no one outside, she immediately closed the door and quickly followed Chen Xuan.

As soon as he stepped into the yard, Chen Xuan suddenly stopped, turned around with a smile, and said, "My little master, have you forgotten the thing?"

"Oh, right!"

The little novice monk reacted and immediately handed the silver seal in his hand to Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan took the seal talisman, and his fingers poked out like lightning, and with a bang, he tapped the point of the little shaman's chest.

At this moment, countless dense holes suddenly appeared on the walls on both sides of the courtyard. Then the sound of breaking through the air sounded, and crossbow arrows with poison were shot out from the small holes, turning into countless cold lights, and shooting towards Chen Xuan and Xiaosha Mi.

Chen Xuan held the little novice monk in his hand, his body flashed, and rushed towards the wall on one side.

His mental power wrapped around his body, and immediately his body became hazy and mysterious. His internal force poured into his eyes. His palm swept, shaking away all the poisonous crossbow arrows. Then, Chi Yuan suddenly pulled out his waist and swept hard towards the wall on one side.

puff!

The tough wall was cut open by a sword like a rotten wood, revealing a partition inside, and the wall collapsed.

The compartment screamed and blood gushed.

But a group of men in black were hiding here holding crossbow arrows.

Chen Xuan swept his sword and directly cut their abdomen open, his intestines pierced and his stomach broke, and his powerful force almost cut them in half.

Even though there were two people who were not hit by the sharp sword, Chen Xuan quickly cut off his hands and screamed in terrible tears.

They seemed to be a specialized death warrior. The wrists were cut and they immediately wanted to bite the poison bag in their mouths. But as soon as they made a move, the sharp weapon in Chen Xuan's hand had already passed by lightning again. With a thump, both of them were cut off in the jaws and fainted from the pain.

At this time, crossbow arrows were still shooting from the other wall, rushing towards here.

Chen Xuanteng leaped, his sharp weapon trembled, and the residual light flashed, and a large number of crossbow arrows shot out were all shattered by him.

His feet landed near the other wall, and with a force of his sword, he would directly cut the wall in front of him like before.

But unexpectedly, as soon as his feet fell, two hook-shaped blades suddenly popped out from the ground, flashing cold light, containing a very poison, so they wanted to hook to his feet, trying to cut off his feet directly.

Chen Xuan sneered, ignored him, and continued to slash at the wall in front of him.

puff!

ah!

The entire wall was cut open in an instant, the wall soil collapsed, screaming and blood splashed.

All the men in black hiding in the compartment were swept to death by him with a sword.

At this time, the two bent hook-shaped blades on the ground hooked Chen Xuan's feet hard, but made a crisp sound, as if they were cut on the iron, making it difficult to hurt Chen Xuan in the slightest.

The man hiding underground was shocked, but he was still waiting for him to react. Chen Xuan stomped his feet and a huge force rushed into the ground. With a bang, he shook him out directly, spitting blood, and smashing hard on one side of the wall, broken tendons and fractured, and extremely painful.

He was still not dead, so he hurriedly raised his palm to try to commit suicide, but as soon as his arm was lifted, a red light flashed by, his palm had broken to the wrist and fell into the snow, and his chin was cool, cut off directly, and blood gushed.

The man's eyes turned dark and he fainted.

Chen Xuan glanced at the little novice monk who was held in his hand. The little novice monk was full of horror on the surface and seemed to be frightened, but Chen Xuan sneered, threw him away, threw him into the snow, and picked up the long sword in his hand.

puff!

A human skin mask on the little shaman's face was instantly picked by him, revealing an ugly human face inside with a very ugly face full of big moles.

"hey-hey…"
To be continued...