There are thousands of monks in the world.

Embark on the road to eternal life and gain enlightenment in one thought.

Treasures from heaven and earth, grievances and hatreds.

It is inevitable to fight and fight, like warriors and military monks

Fighting between life and death is the most beneficial practice for both of them.

But few monks are willing to provoke sword cultivators.

Because these guys are always fighting to the death.

No matter how important it is, we must pursue a clear mind and a pure sword.

So I can't bear any anger.

As the saying goes, a swordsman who wields a sword does not need to act based on anyone's face, nor does he need to please anyone.

And Zhang Song is a pure swordsman.

Mr. Jinyi said coldly: "Get out!"

Zhang Song slammed the table and stood up suddenly.

He said very forcefully: "Get out of here!!"

After that, he held his own noodles.

He walked outside the door, squatted in a corner and started eating.

Li Pingan poured a glass of wine and took a sip.

I picked up a piece of meat and ate it slowly.

He commented in his heart: Congxin

Mr. Jin Yi snorted disdainfully.

The other people in the store also walked out of their own accord.

The name of Mr. Jin Yi is Li Zi'ao, and his father is an eighth-level Qi practitioner who masters a True Jade Tower.

The Li family is also a famous family.

Even if they dislike each other, most people are not willing to offend the Li family who controls Zhenyu Tower.

At this time, the purple-faced man put down his bowl and chopsticks.

"Thank you, I'm full! The person I was waiting for is here, thank you for your hospitality."

After that, he stood up.

"Li Zi Ao? I want to ask you for a few tips. Go outside and don't break the rules here."

Li Zi'ao glanced at the purple-faced man with his sharp eyes.

"Which onion are you?"

"Outside please!"

The purple-faced man didn't say anything to him and strode out.

Li Zi'ao smiled contemptuously and cupped his hands towards the landlady.

"Houselady, wait until I finish off this blind guy first, and then I'll be with you alone."

The landlady had a smile on her face.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

The purple-faced man and Li Zi'ao walked out of the inn one after the other.

It was a windless day, but a gust of wind suddenly blew up.

The strong wind blew in both directions, and a table near the door was blown to pieces, with sawdust flying.

The roof was even blown open and a five or six inch wide skylight was opened.

But before it could be scattered on the ground, the proprietress gently exhaled a puff of smoke.

Everything was restored to its original state.

"Amitabha." Monk Changqing recited.

Li Pingan gnawed on a chicken leg.

.......

After a while, the door of the inn opened again

The purple-faced man walked in safely and hugged Li Ping'an and Monk Changqing.

"Two brothers, we will meet again if we are destined."

After that, he left.

The remaining people in the store walked out curiously.

Li Ping'an and Monk Changqing also came over.

The mountain peaks in the distance have turned deep red.

When the mountain breeze blows, a pungent smell hits your face.

The top of the mountain seemed to have been bitten by some huge monster, and the powder of gravel was scattered in the air by the wind.

The atmosphere around him was as solemn as death.

"What a strong warrior! At least level six.

No, it should be stronger."

Zhang Song squatted at the door, holding the bowl of unfinished noodles.

He had just witnessed the battle with his own eyes.

Li Zi'ao is worthy of being a member of the Li family and has many magic weapons at his disposal.

All are treasured items.

It was a pity that he was facing a martial artist whose cultivation level was one level higher than his.

Not only that, but he was even pushed five steps closer by someone.

The opponent only used two punches to kill the proud prince.

Li Ping'an could clearly feel the power of this force, even though the battle had ended early.

But that powerful aura lingered in the center of the world and lingered for a long time.

Is this the strong man?

...........

night.

Li Ping'an lay on the bed in the inn, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

The battle during the day shocked him as much as an innocent little virgin who one day suddenly found a disc that his father had collected for a long time.

Li Pingan has seen many monks.

From the first Yang Kai who he killed at Yumen Pass.

Then to the capital, Zhang Deming, Zhang Dehai and the Zhang family brothers.

Li Ping'an actually didn't think there was anything scary about monks.

Maybe he was used to seeing the weak beings among the monks, so he ignored the truly powerful beings.

For example, those people in the inn today.

Not to mention the purple-faced man, or the arrogant Li Ziao.

Even the two young Taoist priests who were driven out by Li Zi'ao were no match for them.

Li Pingan turned over and realized that he was still too weak after all.

It's still a long way to go to Zhenyao Pass.

He secretly told himself that it was always right to be low-key.

There is no need to argue with anyone.

If you encounter something you can't see, if you can fight it, fight it; if you can't fight it, just pretend you didn't see it.

It's good to have a clear conscience.

That night, Li Pingan had no sleep.

After practicing all night, I continued to expand the Niwan.

With his current physical strength, days and nights without sleep are nothing to him.
To be continued...