Who said I practiced the exercises incorrectly?

Chapter 167: So this is how Senior Brother Meng used it! (Please give me a monthly ticket)
It's getting dark and the weeds are growing thickly.

The breeze blew through large patches of pale red weeds, making a slight whimpering sound.

In the weeds, a group of three people trudged along the barely visible mountain path.

Ning Yan took the purple star sand and other luggage, turned his head and looked towards the other side of the foot of the mountain, and said in surprise:
"Brother Wu, why do I feel like there are screams coming from over there?"

"Have it?"

Wu Xuantian carried Meng Kun on his back and thought for a moment.
"Maybe it's the cry of a ghost?"

“If a warrior who unfortunately met with misfortune in the wilderness holds deep resentment and has sufficient Yin energy, he will easily turn into a lonely ghost, wailing and howling. If you go over to check, either he will save you or you will save him.

In the past, if the wailing sound was melodious, crisp, or coquettish, I would usually go over to see if there was anything I could do to help, such as letting them enjoy bliss after death and pass away peacefully in bliss, which is also a kind of merit. "

"But that voice just now..."

Wu Xuantian thought about it and replied:
"From what I heard, it seems that he was a 30-something with average cultivation who was accidentally killed. He has no wife to visit his grave and no brothers to pay respects to him. He can only howl in misery in the wilderness, hoping that passers-by will show some kindness. It's better not to go."

Ning Yan nodded in agreement.

He just felt that the voice sounded a little familiar, but since his senior brother said so, there was no need to be obsessed with it.

The group of three left the Xiongshou Mountain and entered the wilderness completely.

In the dark night, they soon encountered a problem - they were lost.

"Where to go next?"

Ning Yan looked at the dark jungle around him, his face completely bewildered.

Wu Xuantian also frowned:
"The path was destroyed by the battle between monsters. It seems that we went in the wrong direction. How about we go back now?"

"I think it's better to stop and wait for daylight."

Zhu Kexin suggested:

"It's dark at night. If you act rashly, you'll easily encounter evil spirits and monsters, or even end up trapped in the wilderness."

"But this is obviously not a good place to rest. If you stay here, you might still run into trouble."

"That's much better than acting recklessly. At least we can get enough rest and reserve a lot of energy, which will make it easier to deal with unexpected situations."

Seeing that the dispute was not resolved, Wu Xuantian turned around and asked:

"Brother Ning, what do you think?"

"I think you both have a point."

Ning Yan said in a deep voice:
"Since both make sense, let's combine them. Double the truth must be more correct."

"So we should find a safe place to rest, what do you two brothers think?"

"Where is the safe place in this remote place?"

Zhu Kexin said helplessly.

"Not necessarily."

Wu Xuantian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the faintly flickering light in the distance:
"Where there is fire, there should be people. We can go over and take a look. If they are friends, then it will be safer for us to stay together. If they are enemies, then it will be safer for us to kill them."

"set off!"

The group immediately followed the faint firelight and shuttled through the woods.

Soon they were out of the deep and secretive forest.

When we came to the outside of the forest, we saw a dilapidated temple. When we got closer, we saw a bonfire burning in the temple.

What was surprising was that there was no one around the campfire, and looking at the charcoal inside, it seemed to have been burning for a long time.

"There are indeed many kind-hearted people in this world. When they left, they even thought of leaving a bonfire to serve as a guide for those who came later. How thoughtful."

Ning Yan said happily, placing the luggage next to the campfire.

Zhu Kexin looked at the scene in front of him and always felt that something was wrong.

The wilderness, a ruined temple, a bonfire, no one, and two small packages piled in the corner.

Don’t those people take their luggage with them when they leave?
As he was thinking, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Wu Xuantian:

"Junior Brother Ning is right. Since our predecessors have taken this into consideration, we should also learn from them, guide the later generations to this safe spot, and continue to pass on this fine tradition."

"Brother Wu, Brother Zhu, look what I found? There's actually a kettle here!"

Ning Yan picked up a large pot and shook it. It sounded like it was filled with a lot of water.

After leaving Xiongshou Mountain, they had been walking for several hours and were quite tired. Now that they had the water, Ning Yan immediately prepared to drink it.

"Wait!"

Zhu Kexin stretched out his hand to interrupt:

"This is water left by someone else. You can't drink it carelessly. What if it's poisoned?"

Ning Yan thought about it and nodded:
"Brother Zhu is right."

"Let me check it out."

As he spoke, he took a handful of thin needles made of different metals and inserted them into the water. When he took them out, the needles did not undergo any changes.

Ning Yan prepared to drink again.

"Wait!"

Zhu Kexin stopped him again:

"Some toxins cannot be detected with just a metal needle."

"What should I do?"

Ning Yan said helplessly:
"You can't hold this water in your hand and not drink it, right?"

"I have an idea."

Wu Xuantian immediately replied:
“Why not let Junior Brother Meng drink first?
Firstly, Junior Brother Meng has fallen into a deep sleep, so if he is poisoned we will be able to observe him quickly.

Secondly, Meng Kun was originally a member of the Blood God Cult, and the Blood God Cult was also good at using poisons, so they would be able to detect immediately if something went wrong.

Thirdly, if Junior Brother Meng is really poisoned, we can call Meng Kun out to bear the pain for him. This will not affect Junior Brother Meng and can further torture Meng Kun. "

"So this is how Senior Brother Meng used it."

Ning Yan suddenly realized.

Zhu Kexin thought about it and felt that this method was feasible.

So the three of them asked Meng Kun to drink the water first.

After careful observation, he was indeed fine.

Then the three of them divided the remaining water in the pot.

After resting for a while, Ning Yan suddenly asked in surprise:
"Why is there a monk sitting on this throne?"

Wu Xuantian and Zhu Kexin looked over together.

Then I saw a monk in black sitting cross-legged on the throne enshrined in the temple.

His face was full of flesh and his expression was fierce. He held a rosary in his left hand and an axe in his right hand. He looked like a strange creature no matter how you looked at him.

As the firelight flickered, the expression on his face became brighter and darker. If it weren't for the rough stone luster on his body, he would look like a living person.

"Normally, temples enshrine Buddhas or Bodhisattvas. At the very least, they enshrine guardian deities or local gods. Could this monk be a god that was originally circulated among the local people?"

Zhu Kexin asked doubtfully:
"When you came here, did you see the name of the temple written on the plaque?"

Ning Yan shook his head:

"I discovered earlier that this temple didn't have a plaque at all. I don't know if it was rotten or burned by firewood."

"I always feel that the image of this monk is related to Huaning Temple."

Wu Xuantian looked at the monk and replied while thinking.

"Huaning Temple? Where did this temple come from?"

Zhu Kexin asked.

"Huaning Temple is not a temple."

Wu Xuantian explained with a smile:
“Like the Taotie Sect, the Huaning Temple should be considered a force in the wilderness. It became famous a hundred years ago, when the Taotie Sect had not even established its foundation.

It is rumored that Huaning Temple was founded by a martial monk who returned to secular life. His name was Fake. The reason why the temple was built in the wilderness instead of in the city was to save the countless evil creatures in the wilderness.

Inspired by Master Fake, many powerful people joined Huaning Temple, holding Buddhist instruments in their left hands and sharp weapons in their right hands, and made great aspirations to clean up the wilderness.

There were once countless evil creatures in the wilderness that were hunted and suppressed by him. Later, the place where he built the temple developed into a small town, and there was a hint that a new city was about to be built.

However, this originally thriving and lively scene was completely destroyed overnight."

Wu Xuantian told the story slowly and leisurely. As the flames flickered, the expression of the black-robed monk on the throne seemed to become even more ferocious.

"Why did Huaning Temple fall?"

Ning Yan asked doubtfully.

Wu Xuantian sighed and said:

“Although the Huaning Temple is powerful, the top warriors in the temple are only at the Ru Jin level. In the depths of the wilderness, there are many evil spirits with strength comparable to that of the Ru Jin level. It is difficult to wipe them out with their strength alone. Some evil creatures have extremely fast recovery speeds and can only be suppressed in the temple.

As time went by, more and more evil creatures had to be suppressed in the temple, and even Master Fake felt that he was unable to cope with it.

In this situation, if something unexpected happened and the evil creatures in the temple escaped, it would definitely cause an unimaginable disaster.

In order to break this dilemma, Master Falco went to the Shinra ruins to find some solutions.

When he came back, the entire temple celebrated for three days. No one knew what he brought back from the Shinra ruins, but from then on, the faint wailing and roaring in the temple completely disappeared, as if all the evil creatures had been successfully suppressed.

More than a month later, when Master Fake was walking outside, his body suddenly collapsed and turned into pus and blood.

And those members in the temple, from the powerful ones to the ordinary people who were burning incense, all went crazy and fought indiscriminately, and finally turned into statues.

The entire Huaning Temple was completely destroyed, and the small town was also turned into a desolate place."

"Later, Jian Ji Sect sent people to investigate, but they didn't find anything. Even the evil creatures that were originally imprisoned in Huaning Temple disappeared, and their whereabouts remain a mystery."

When Ning Yan and Zhu Kexin heard this, their expressions became solemn.

They knew that the area outside the city was always very dangerous, but they had never expected that the force formed by the top-level warriors would be destroyed so easily.

Although the destruction of Huaning Temple seems to be related to the things brought out from the Shinra ruins.

But if Huaning Temple was built in a city like Qingcang, even if Master Fake brought back some evil things, they would definitely be suppressed by the Suppression Stone and would never cause such a great harm.

"I guess this statue of the black-robed monk was carved by someone imitating the image of a disciple of Huaning Temple, and a temple was built here specifically for worship. Unfortunately, after the person passed away, the temple was abandoned and has become what it is today."

Ning Yan looked at the statue of the monk on the throne and felt quite emotional.

Zhu Kexin took a look and asked in surprise:

"Was the axe blade of the statue facing us just now? I remember it was the back of the axe."

"Then you must have remembered it wrongly."

Wu Xuantian said confidently:

"The members of the Huaning Temple use Buddhist weapons to discuss the Dharma, and use sharp weapons to transcend. The extremely lethal side of the sharp weapons must be shown to the outside world."

“Is there such a rule?”

"of course!"

Wu Xuantian said with certainty:
"An old lover of mine was nearly arrested, and that's what she told me."

"I'm afraid your old lover is a bit old."

"If species isn't a problem, how can age be a problem?"

Wu Xuantian clenched his fists, his eyes burning:

"The power of love can transcend everything!"

"Junior Brother Zhu, you don't understand love."

Zhu Kexin rolled her eyes cutely, too lazy to argue with him.

Ning Yan sat on the ground and said:
"Two senior brothers, I have obtained a lot of skills in the Taotie Sect before. Let's share them. It's a good opportunity to see which ones you want to practice."

"Hey, speaking of this, I think that 'Zhenyun Leg' is pretty good!"

Wu Xuantian replied excitedly.

Ning Yan laughed and said:

"Senior Brother Wu and I think exactly the same. Among so many martial arts, I think the Zhenyun Leg and the Xingyue Magic Needle are the best.

"Star Moon Divine Needle" is very suitable for Senior Brother Zhu to practice. As for "Zhenyun Leg", the three of us can study it together.

Are there any other techniques you would like to learn?"

"Forget about the rest. The leg techniques and acupuncture techniques are enough. I can't chew too much. I know my limits."

Zhu Kexin smiled slightly.

Wu Xuantian also nodded and said:

"I will also practice this leg technique first. After all, I still have the Bull Demon Body that I need to comprehend. Once I have mastered these two, I can practice it later if I want."

"Okay then, let's study this leg technique first."

Ning Yan directly took out a blank booklet and wrote down "Zhenyun Leg".

But what he wrote was not the original version of "Zhenyun Leg", but a new version that he had specially optimized.

The optimized "Zhenyun Leg" is not only more powerful, but also easier to practice.

As the three were discussing and contemplating excitedly, the statue of the monk sitting on the stage slowly raised his right hand holding the axe.

"You two can discuss this first. I'm going to pee."

The movement of the monk statue suddenly stopped.

Ning Yan stood up from the ground and walked straight to the back of the temple.

Passing by the statue of the monk, he scratched his head in surprise.

"We are not evil spirits, why are you raising your axe towards us?"

As he said this, he slowly pressed back the right arm of the monk statue.

Seeing the statue of the monk sitting peacefully, Ning Yan immediately felt very satisfied.

Three minutes later, Ning Yan came back after peeing.

Seeing the monk statue raising the axe again, he couldn't help but frown slightly:

"What's going on? Is this arm made of elastic material? It bounced back when I wasn't paying attention?"

He grasped the axe handle and tried to pull it out of the statue's hand.

I pulled it out, but it didn't come out.

I pulled again, but still couldn't pull it out.

"Oh, you still have some strength."

Ning Yan immediately shouted:

"Brother, come and help me!"

Wu Xuantian and Zhu Kexin stood up from the ground.

Before he even got close, he suddenly shouted:
"Brother Ning, please get out of there!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge axe came down on his head.

At this moment, the stone axe was as sharp as a piece of iron, penetrating into the ground like a knife cutting tofu.

The statue of the monk on the stage actually came to life on the spot.

"I've seen something wrong with you!"

Ning Yan got up from the ground and pointed at the statue and cursed:

"Is there any statue in the world that has nose hairs carved out of it?!"

"It looks like this statue was made by a former member of the Huaning Temple. Everyone must be careful!"

Zhu Kexin reminded immediately.

Wu Xuantian rushed straight forward, and he and Ning Yan met the monk statue on the left and right.

One of them punched and the other slapped, both hitting the statue's body.

Amid a deafening thud, large pieces of mud and powder fell off the statue's body.

With a "huff".

The giant axe swept across the waist, and the sharp wind even swept away half of the campfire in the distance.

"Come again!"

Ning Yan and Wu Xuantian stepped forward again.

After a series of fierce attacks, more and more mud and powder fell from the statue.

However, what was extremely shocking was that as the mud powder fell, his strength was actually getting stronger.

It looks like it’s even comparable to Ru Jin.

"What the hell is this?!"

Wu Xuantian was knocked flying by the statue's punch, smashing the broken wooden frame on the ground. He felt as if his body was about to split apart on the spot, and he was unable to get up for a while.

Seeing the statue being chopped down with an axe, Ning Yan hurriedly stepped forward to block the opponent's attack, and Zhu Kexin took the opportunity to drag Wu Xuantian away.

"No! Something bad will definitely happen if we continue like this!"

"Brother Zhu, quickly take Brother Wu away! I'll lead this guy away first!"

Without waiting for a response, he immediately attacked the statue and chased it madly out of the temple.

At the same time, from under the throne where the monk statue was originally sitting, another statue that looked exactly like the monk crawled out and rushed towards Zhu Kexin and the other person.

Zhu Kexin's expression suddenly changed. While leading Wu Xuantian and Meng Kun to retreat, he shouted to Ning Yan from afar:

"Junior Brother Ning, let's meet up under the ancient pine trees near the Bear Eagle Gate!"

……

The next morning.

The grass near a dirt road suddenly began to shake.

Then, Ning Yan, covered in dust, crawled out from inside.

Compared to when he came down the mountain, he looked much more miserable now. His clothes were cut in many places, the hair on the left side of his head was shaved off, and his feet were black and dirty from being trampled on the ground. "Damn it, it chased me for nearly two hours. If you didn't know, you would think I stole his wife."

Ning Yan sat down on the side of the road, picked up a handful of weeds and wiped his feet with them, thinking to himself that it was bad luck.

The statue of the monk was extremely strange and became stronger the more he fought against it. He had never encountered such a thing before. It felt like the clay statue was its external seal.

So much so that in the end he didn't dare to fight back and could only run away.

Fortunately, he bumped into the habitat of the Mud Claw Wolf during this period and was able to barely get rid of it. Otherwise, he might still be being chased by that thing.

Ning Yan took a look at the few remaining beast meat balls, but was reluctant to swallow them. Instead, he sat on the side of the road to meditate and recover.

By the time the vitality in his body had recovered to about 50%, it was already bright.

He changed his clothes and put on a new pair of shoes, then trimmed his hair with the palm-wide bronze sword. When he shone his light in the light of the translucent blade, the hairstyle looked pretty good, and he looked like a master.

After finishing some chores, Ning Yan looked at the path in front of him and began to think about how to reunite with his three brothers.

Although he had never seen the ancient pine tree near the Xiongying Gate, he heard that it was very famous. There were often many warriors setting up stalls nearby, and there was even a crude teahouse for passers-by to take a rest. It could barely be considered a landmark.

It just so happened that their next step was to launch a surprise attack on the Bear Eagle Gate, so it was just right for them to meet up there.

The only question now is, where is the business path?
That's right, the path he stepped on was not a trade route. It looked very similar to the mountain trail opened up by the Taotie Sect. It should have been opened up by a certain sect, or it might have been located near a certain resource point and trampled out by humans.

Anyway, let's look for it along the way.

Ning Yan glanced to the left and strode forward.

Soon we saw a dense forest.

"Hey, why is there a watermelon growing on this tree?"

I saw a watermelon sitting on the branch of the tree, round and green, making a "dong dong" sound when knocked.

The weather is so hot, the watermelon comes at the perfect time.

Ning Yan picked it with joy on his face, broke it open with his hands as he walked, and ate the bright red flesh. All the heat in his body disappeared and he felt so refreshed.

Not long after, a tall and thin warrior wearing a martial arts uniform and a black cape, holding a mask in his hand, came out of the bushes, holding his stomach and cursing. When he saw that the watermelon on the tree branch had disappeared, he jumped up on the spot:

"Who stole my watermelon?!"

A quarter of an hour later, Ning Yan came back from the woods.

The woods were connected to a large lush grassland with a small path extending into the distance. Judging from the direction, it should be heading east. If we keep going all the way, we might be able to get back to Qingcang.

Ning Yan wisely stepped back and looked carefully at the other side of the dirt road.

If the other side is also not connected to the trade route, then he can only head west.

As they were about to leave the woods, Ning Yan saw a black cloak and a blood-patterned wood mask lying on a tree stump nearby.

He put the mask on his face and found it fit surprisingly well.

And that cloak looks quite impressive when worn.

"This forest is really strange. Not only are there watermelons growing on the trees, but there are also some strange things popping up from time to time."

"When you have free time in the future, you might as well come here and hang out more."

Ning Yan took note of it secretly and strode back along the same route.

Not long after, the tall and thin warrior, who was about to collapse, came out of the bushes with trembling legs, holding a stick. He was stunned to see that the cloak and mask that he had put down because he was too lazy to do so were all gone.

An angry roar suddenly sounded in the forest:

"Who the hell stole my cape and mask again?!"

Hearing the faint noise coming from the direction of the woods, Ning Yan, who was walking on the dirt road, turned back in confusion.

Before he could see anything, a figure with white hair suddenly walked out from the nearby bushes.

When Ning Yan saw this man, he was stunned, because this guy was just like him, with a cloak on his back and a blood-patterned wooden mask on his face.

Seeing Ning Yan, the man hurriedly shouted:
"You are such a fool. You have to run so far just to use the toilet. The coach is almost impatient waiting. Come with me now."

As he said this, he grabbed Ning Yan and went into the bushes.

Ning Yan followed him and explained quickly:
"I was looking for the way to the trade road and didn't go to the bathroom."

"You must have shit your brains out, didn't you? What business path are you looking for here? That broken road doesn't lead to a business path at all."

"Then how do we go about business?"

"Of course, the same route we took originally."

The white-haired warrior said calmly:
"There is a dirt road near the Great Leiyin Temple that leads to the business road. That should be the closest way."

"The Great Leiyin Temple?"

"Yes, we in the Cloak Sect feel grateful to the Hundred Flowers Sect for its kindness, and are now about to join our compatriots in the Temple Destroying Alliance to destroy the evil Great Thunder Yin Temple."

At this point, the white-haired warrior gave him a strange look:
"I can see that you didn't listen carefully before you set out. Fortunately, you met me. Otherwise, you wouldn't even know who the enemy is when you go to the battlefield."

As he was speaking, he pushed aside the grass and suddenly saw an empty space in front of him, revealing another dirt road.

I saw a lot of warriors gathered scattered on the dirt road.

Everyone is wearing a cloak and a mask on their face.

"Coach, everyone is here!"

The tall middle-aged man called "coach" by the white-haired warrior said "hmm" lightly.

He also wore a cloak, but it was blood-colored.

He also wore a mask, but the mask was made of jade.

Looking at the thirty or so cloaked warriors scattered on the field, the coach said in a deep voice:

“Although our Cloak Cult was founded on the word ‘cool’, we also place great emphasis on gratitude and righteousness, which is itself a part of our coolness.

The Baihua Sect has helped us a lot in the past, and many disciples in the sect should have drunk the Baihua Wine made by the Baihua Sect.

Now that the Baihua Sect is in trouble, it is time for us to lend a helping hand, conquer them with our handsome side, and let them sing praises.

This is the first shot of our Cloak Cult making a name for itself in the wilderness!"

Hearing these inspiring words, many disciples became excited.

Before the excitement could grow into cheers, someone suddenly asked:

"Master, there are so many forces that rescued people this time. Even if the Hundred Flower Sect wants to express gratitude, it will only thank the entire Temple Destroying Alliance. If it is divided equally, each force should not get much gratitude, right?"

Everyone looked at Ning Yan who had spoken, and the atmosphere became a little heavy for a moment.

"well said."

The coach looked at Ning Yan and said:
“Although we are also members of the Temple Destruction Alliance, there is one most significant difference between us and other forces.

What is the difference?
That is, we are more handsome than them!"

The coach raised his right hand, his blood-red cape fluttering behind him, and his tone became more sonorous and powerful:
"Have those leopards in the wilderness ever seen such a handsome cloak? Have they ever seen such a handsome mask? Have they ever seen such a neat team?

This in itself is extremely handsome!
Even if we do nothing during the war, our mere presence is enough to attract the attention of those big thunder girls, causing them to make mistakes in battle and be easily captured by our comrades!
How can such an achievement be matched by ordinary forces?
If the people of Baihua Sect saw this, wouldn't they be so grateful that they would pledge their love to him?!"

The many Cloak Sect warriors present immediately responded with a roar.

Many people's earlobes turned red with excitement.

"More!"

The coach retracted his right hand and continued:
"I am very close to Wang Baihua, the Grand Elder of the Baihua Sect. It is no exaggeration to say that we are a perfect match. I will give you some examples to show you how good our relationship is."

The coach said with a smug look on his face:
"Once, Xiao Baihua wanted to eat the sweet cake from Mingyuanzhai in Fulong City. I spent two days crossing the wilderness and queued in front of Mingyuanzhai for a whole day. Finally, I succeeded in buying it. When I handed the sweet cake to Xiao Baihua, you should have seen how sweet her smile was and how crisp her words of thanks were.

Another time, Xiao Baihua was frowning and said she was worried that her family would get hurt during the long journey. I melted down four dark bronze swords without saying a word, borrowed another 200,000 taels of gold to buy other materials, and asked a famous craftsman in the city to make a piece of thousand-tangled bronze armor. Until recently, she would thank me profusely whenever she mentioned this matter.

Of course, don’t think that I’m the only one who’s giving. Xiao Baihua is also very good to me!
Have you seen the cloak I am wearing? One-thirtieth of the stitches on it were embroidered by her herself. Every time I wear this cloak, I feel full of strength.

Not to mention that the strongest of those Thunder Girls is only at the peak of Violence. Even if they have reached the peak of Strength, I still dare to fight them head-on!
This is the power that Xiao Baihua brings to me!

Can you feel the strong bond between us? !”

Hearing this, everyone on the field suddenly stood in awe.

Ning Yan was full of admiration and couldn't help but ask:

"Since the Grand Elder and the Instructor are in perfect harmony, you two should get married, right?"

"Marriage or something... As children of Jianghu, we don't care about this at all. As long as our hearts can fit each other, we will be the most intimate lovers in the world."

The coach's eyes were full of longing.

"Since she has said that she loves you, then all your efforts will be worthwhile."

Ning Yan said with emotion.

"This... This has never been said before."

The coach was a little embarrassed, and then quickly explained:

“But there are reasons for this. I am shy by nature and I am embarrassed to say such things.

Sometimes when I went to see her in the evening, she said she was going to take a shower and go to bed. Just think about it, going to bed early before it gets dark and not planning on meeting anyone, how shy she is!

It's just too shy!
So I completely understand her feelings. She definitely loves me, but she is just too embarrassed to say it.

But I am already in my seventies and have been single for so long that I feel a little restless.

Later, I thought about it seriously, and suddenly remembered that Xiao Baihua once said that she particularly liked handsome warriors.

For this purpose, I specially founded the Cloak Cult, which takes being handsome as its secret. Every move, every word and every deed, try to be as handsome as possible.

Today, I feel that I am handsome enough, and I have cultivated followers like you who are second only to me in handsomeness.

This time I lead the team to rescue the Baihua Sect. Little Baihua will definitely be impressed by my handsomeness and express her feelings in front of everyone. We will be in harmony and create a good story together!"

"Then congratulations in advance, coach!"

Ning Yan quickly clasped his fists and said.

Other believers around also spoke up:
"Congratulations, coach! Congratulations, coach!"

"We have the coach's wife!"

"Coach, you must be happy!"

……

Listening to the congratulations from many believers, the coach couldn't stop smiling.

"Alright, alright, these are all things that haven't happened yet, why are you talking so much? It's better to think about where to hold the wedding banquet and how much gifts to collect from outsiders. I won't touch a single cent of this gift money, and I will use it all to rebuild the Baihua Sect.

You may as well show your handsome side in front of the many female disciples of Baihua Sect. This is an opportunity I created for you. Don't say that I, the coach, didn't think of you!"

The cloaked warriors immediately responded in unison, excited to the extreme.

"Okay, enough idle chatter. The Great Leiyin Temple is just ahead, and the Temple Destroying Alliance should be here soon. This is the most dazzling stage, so don't let me down!"

"understand!"

Everyone responded in unison.

The coach waved his hand:
"set off!"

The group hurried towards the direction of the Leiyin Temple.

……

"Hiss! Damn it! How could this statue hit me so hard? My arm was almost cracked by it."

On a slope covered with green grass, Wu Xuantian held his left arm, looking annoyed.

Meng Kun was lying on the ground, unconscious, as if nothing had happened.

On the other side, Zhu Kexin was meditating to heal his wounds. His face was pale and his breath was very weak.

Along the way, they tried to get rid of the monk statue several times, but bumped into it again several times, feeling completely confused.

After fighting and stopping all the way, we finally escaped here and barely got rid of it.

After a while, Zhu Kexin finally recovered and his face looked a little more red.

Looking at Wu Xuantian exercising, he couldn't help but ask:
"Brother Wu, I saw that the statue hit you on the chest several times before. Are your bones okay?"

"good."

Wu Xuantian said proudly:

"My chest is different from my arms. It's not like it's unprotected."

As he spoke, he lifted up his clothes, revealing the close-fitting inner armor underneath:

"This is the Thousand-entangled Bronze Armor given to me by the Supreme Baihua of the Baihua Sect. If I didn't have this thing, I would have been killed countless times outside."

At this point, Wu Xuantian's voice lowered again, and he said with some emotion:
"Among the three Baihua in Baihua Sect, only the Supreme Baihua is my favorite. Not only because she is the most moisturized among the three and washes the sheets every night, not only because she knows the most and knows how to change positions after patting her butt, but also because she is the most considerate.

When I accidentally mentioned that I missed Mingyuanzhai’s sweet cakes, I returned to my room a few days later and saw her lying naked on the table, with her body full of sweet cakes for me to taste. So it is said that older sisters understand people’s hearts better and are more considerate of others. It is only when you lose someone that you will feel more sad. "

When Wu Xuantian said this, he couldn't help but sigh, with a look of melancholy on his face.

Seeing this, Zhu Kexin couldn't help but say:

"This area is not far from the Baihua Sect. I heard that the Temple Destroying Alliance is planning to encircle and destroy the Great Leiyin Temple. Maybe your old lover is in that alliance. How about we go over and take a look? It's possible that your Supreme Baihua is not dead yet."

Wu Xuantian listened and suddenly hesitated:
"But we have an appointment with Junior Brother Ning to meet at the Bear Eagle Gate. Shouldn't we hurry over there earlier?"

"There's no rush."

Zhu Kexin smiled and said:
"We both shared the burden. It took us so long to get rid of the statue. Junior Brother Ning might have been chased by the statue somewhere. It won't delay us to go to the Hundred Flowers Sect now. Or do the three Hundred Flowers of the Hundred Flowers Sect only have this much weight in your heart?"

"That's all."

Wu Xuantian sighed:

"Since I am a loyal person, I will go to Baihua Sect and visit the so-called Great Leiyin Temple!"

After the plan was finalized, the two of them took a short rest on the spot.

When Meng Kun woke up, it was confirmed that he had awakened the Meng Kun personality. Before he could explain, he was knocked unconscious on the spot.

Afterwards, Wu Xuantian carried Meng Kun on his back while Zhu Kexin carried the luggage. After they identified the direction, they headed towards the Baihua Sect.

Not long after they walked, they actually met a female cultivator who was crying.

Seeing that the female cultivator in green skirt looked quite sad, Wu Xuantian asked with concern:
"Girl, what happened to you?"

The female cultivator in the green dress looked at him with red eyes, then continued to cry bitterly.

Wu Xuantian was suddenly speechless.

Zhu Kexin urged:

"move."

As soon as the voice fell, the female cultivator in the green skirt suddenly sniffed and asked:

"Aren't you going to ask me what happened?"

Zhu Kexin: “?”

Wu Xuantian: “?”

The two looked at each other.

Zhu Kexin's mouth twitched slightly and asked:
"Okay, what happened to you?"

The woman in the green dress had a sad face:

"I was just about to join the Great Leiyin Temple, but the female magician said that my thunder was not big enough and refused to let me join. Do you think my thunder is not big enough?"

She leaned against Lei, looking unconvinced.

Zhu Kexin glanced at his chest, and a black line suddenly appeared on his forehead.

Wu Xuantian thought about it and replied:

"Generally speaking, papayas are not as big as coconuts and watermelons, but they are still bigger than pears and apples. From my experience, they can barely be considered big thunder. The judgment of the Great Thunder Temple is indeed a bit unfair."

"Right, right!"

The female cultivator in green skirt said quickly:

"Compared to her, I'm still bigger!"

There was another black line on Zhu Kexin's forehead.

Then he sneered and suddenly changed his voice to a male one:

"What's the point of you being older than me? Any woman should be older than me!"

The female cultivator in green skirt opened her mouth suddenly so wide that she could swallow Wu Xuantian's head.

"He, she, he, she, he, she..."

Wu Xuantian nodded and said:
"Junior Brother Zhu is right. You are older than him, so there is nothing to be proud of. If your confidence is based on this, I suggest you go back and reflect on it."

As they were talking, three female cultivators suddenly came over from a distance.

These three female nuns were all wearing mud-yellow gowns, with their long hair tied behind their heads. They looked ordinary except for their particularly voluptuous breasts.

After the comparison, Wu Xuantian and Zhu Kexin couldn't help but look at the female cultivator in green dress, and both shook their heads with regret.

The face of the female cultivator in green skirt suddenly turned red.

At this time, one of the three female cultivators in the distance suddenly asked:
"You are... Wu Xuantian?!"

Wu Xuantian was slightly stunned, then turned to look at the man holding the watermelon, and suddenly realized:

"I'm sorry, I didn't recognize your face just now."

"Although I still don't recognize it now, I still remember your Da Lei. I remember there should be a mole on the lower right side."

The watermelon nun was immediately furious:
"I served you for a whole week, and you actually abandoned me! If you weren't so unfaithful, why would I join the Great Leiyin Temple? Are you determined to kill all the unfaithful people in the world?!"

Wu Xuantian couldn't help but sigh after hearing this:
"What's the point of being unfaithful? If it wasn't because I glanced at another woman on the street, how could I have pulled away so quickly if you had just gone up and slashed her face?"

"There is no point in talking any more. Now that we have met, let's see who's the real deal!"

As she spoke, the Watermelon Female Monk rushed up with her two companions.

After a round of banging, all three of them fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the female cultivator in green skirt ran away in horror.

The watermelon cultivator's mouth was bleeding, and she managed to speak:

"You can't escape... The temple has already spent a huge price to invite forces such as the Changding Sect and the Maishen Sect. Anyone who comes here today, as long as they don't belong to our camp, will be defeated... Just wait for me..."

After saying that, she fainted.

Wu Xuantian and Zhu Kexin frowned slightly.

(End of this chapter)