Phaseless evolution

Chapter 171 The Monk Becomes a Demon
Hudi, yellow sand, cold wind, cold moon.

This was the whole night of the Bianzhai. Almost all the disciples of the Beggar Clan who had just had a big drink around the bonfire fell asleep, only Clan Leader Qiao and Elder Song, who had relatively deep skills, were still conscious.

Qin Changfeng and Xu Zhu, the two monks who substituted tea for wine, were naturally not drunk.

Qiao Feng pointed to the Yipintang officer who was tied to the stake and said, "Junior Brother Huiyu, I don't know why you insist on keeping this Xixia tartar alive?"

In fact, Xuan Ku once had a strict order for him not to reveal his relationship with Shaolin, but since Qin Changfeng had already revealed it when they met, he naturally didn't need to cover it up.

Qin Changfeng glanced lightly, seeing the elders of the beggar gang and Xu Zhu looking at him, he said with a smile: "The poor monk is planning to use him to wipe out Xixia Yipintang!"

"What?" Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

Elder Song, the elder who passed on the practice, even asked, "I don't know what trick the master has?"

Qin Changfeng shook his head lightly, "It's not yet time, this matter will not be accomplished overnight, if someone sends a letter to your sect to ambush Yipintang in four or five years, it should mean that the poor monk's plan has succeeded."

"Junior Brother wants to sneak into Yipin Hall in disguise?" Qiao Feng said in a deep voice.

Qin Changfeng smiled, "Senior brother is as clear as a candle."

Elder Song looked serious, "Master, do you know that Yipintang is a place where Xixia masters gather, and it's not different from a dragon's lake or a tiger's lair?"

Qin Changfeng said calmly: "The poor monk has traveled westward since he came out of Shaolin, and he has met so-called masters of the rivers and lakes, but it is difficult to have an opponent. I may not be able to hide in the dragon pool and tiger lair of Yipintang, but if I want to leave, Xixia Who can stop the barbarian?"

At this time, looking at the young monk with a calm expression, everyone was speechless.

What did you say, monk, are you too confident?
In fact, although confident, but really, let alone arrogant.

The Vajra in the late eighth stage is not bad, plus level four flying arrows, two level Mount Sumeru palm strength and phase advance, if he wants to leave, even Li Qiushui may not be able to stop him in person. If he is annoyed, he might be able to fight back to the limit.

After all, in this world, who has ever seen Thunderbolt Tianwei?

Scared you to death!
At this time, Qin Changfeng showed a look of disappointment, and continued: "The poor monk went up the mountain since he was a child, and he has practiced hard in Shaolin for more than ten years. He originally thought that he would become a white-clothed river and lake after learning something. The mountains are high and the water is long. It is not in vain to practice in this life. However, what I saw along the way was the hardships of the people and the tragedy of the war, which really made the poor monk feel uneasy. I often think about my generation practicing martial arts, why? It was not until today that I suddenly realized the answer."

Several people nearby who were still awake immediately looked solemn, even Xu Zhu, who had always been afraid to interrupt, couldn't help asking: "Why?"

Qin Changfeng looked like the Buddha holding flowers, and smiled leisurely: "According to the humble opinion of the poor monk, the little chivalrous ones see injustice and help people in distress; , The heart is for the common people, for the country and the people! With this understanding, I saw the Xixia Yipintang Tartars attacking by force today, and I came up with the previous idea."

When he said this, Qin Changfeng had displayed all his understated acting skills, so the words were sincere and sincere, and everyone was shocked when they heard them, especially when they saw Qin Changfeng's expression that although tens of thousands of people would go for him His calmness can't help but be awe-inspiring.

Qiao Gangzhu, who is famous for his generosity and heroism, all clasped his hands and sighed: "After listening to the words of my junior brother today, I feel that this life is suddenly clear and there is no confusion. It is worth living ten years less."

"Senior brother is absurdly praised", Qin Changfeng said calmly at this time: "A monk should not be in love with the world of mortals for a long time. This time, the poor monk asked the master to allow him to go down the mountain to practice, and he would have to return to the mountain for at most three to five years. I thought about it. If the year is wasted with a snap of the fingers, he will inevitably regret it when he thinks about it in the future, and he thinks that if he can do something great for the people of the Song Dynasty during this period, it will be a worthwhile trip."

As he was acting, Qin Changfeng showed a look of compassion and compassion. He was really involved in the play. It is conceivable how other people's feelings are... This is the first time that the words "a hero is for the country and for the people" appear , The shock it brings to people is unparalleled.

Elder Song stood up and cupped his hands, "Master Gao Yi, you are indeed a role model for us..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly coughed loudly, followed by severe pain in his eyes, unable to open them, tears poured out continuously, followed by numbness of limbs, most of his strength disappeared immediately.

At this time Xu Zhu shouted even more: "No, there is something in my eyes, I can't open them."

Even the beggar sect disciples who had been asleep suddenly woke up, their eyes were stinging, tears flowed, and they couldn't open their eyes, and the disciple who was watching the night had already shouted loudly.

This military stronghold hidden in the border valley is actually just an abandoned station of the frontier army, so there are only dozens of beggar gang disciples staying here tonight. The discipline of the beggars is limited, and it is already in chaos.

But when they heard the sound of "gudong" and "ah yo", the group of beggars fell to the ground one after another.

Qin Changfeng also had the same symptoms as the others, so he quickly checked the military rank log, only to see the most recent reminder that read it impressively.

"Reminder: Trialist No. 333, you have been poisoned by the sad breeze, and you will enter a weak state within half an hour. Your basic attack, defense, and physical strength will decrease by 60%, and your internal strength will be sealed by 60%. This state is against priority level 4!"

Sad Crisp Breeze is a colorless and odorless poisonous gas. It is collected from the poisonous substances in the Huanxi Valley of the Daxue Mountain in Xixia to make water. It is usually stored in a bottle. Just like the breeze blowing on the body, no clever person like you can detect it, until the eyes are stinging, and the poisonous gas has rushed into the brain.After being poisoned, tears flow like rain, which is called "sorrow"; the whole body cannot move, which is called "crisp";

In the original plot, this thing appeared for the first time in the Xingzi Forest four or five years later, and captured all the elders and disciples of the Beggar Gang without any effort.

But now it has appeared ahead of schedule!

After Qin Changfeng took a deep breath, he couldn't help looking at the Xixia officer who was tied to the pillar. The reason for the accident was probably that he grabbed this big nose... Could it be that he is really an important person?
Since returning to the military camp, there has been no time to interrogate him, so Qin Changfeng still doesn't know his identity until now.

The toxicity of this sad crisp breeze was obviously extremely overbearing. Although the powerful Qiao Feng was still trying to support himself, his body began to sway involuntarily.

Only Qin Changfeng was a little better. Due to the physique of the trainee, although his state was also greatly suppressed, he still retained a certain amount of fighting power.

At the same time, the sound of horns was suddenly heard not far away in the dark night, followed by the faint sound of a large group of horses' hoofs coming from several miles away.

In a moment, when you saw the sound of horseshoes approaching, by the moonlight, you could see a black mass of human heads, probably no less than a few hundred, standing outside the gate of the village less than half a foot high, full of murderous aura.

Elder Song's complexion changed drastically, "No, it must be that the Xixia people poisoned us first, and then the army came to kill us. We can't use our strength now, don't we want to let them slaughter us?"

Qiao Feng, the leader of the gang, said with a dignified expression: "Elder Song took all the brothers and Shaolin friends and hid in the cave at the back first. I will stop the Tartars here."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he staggered and almost fell down... Manpower is sometimes poor, let you be a hero, once you are poisoned, it is like being bound hands and feet, and it is difficult to display your monstrous abilities.

Qin Changfeng stood up at this time, and while walking slowly towards the gate of the village, he said, "You all retreat into the cave, and the entrance of the cave... the poor monk guards it alone."

"What?" The beggar gang disciples were stunned.

"Master Uncle, you..." Xu Zhu looked terrified.

"By the way..." The monk stopped suddenly, everyone thought he had figured it out, but he said, "Help me take that prisoner with me, this is a big fish."

After speaking, the monk's shoes rustled on the yellow sand and continued to move forward.

Everyone looked at his back, even though there were thousands of words to say at this moment, there was no chance to say any more, because the monk was already standing at the gate of the military village, under the cold moonlight, four hundred horseshoes were restless, and a hundred steel knives were unsheathed !

The commander of the Xixia Army was a strong man carrying a spear two feet long. Under the dark moonlight, he looked like an iron tower. With a wave of the spear, he sneered, "Monk, you Han people have an idiom called a mantis arm as a chariot, do you know it?"

The monk clasped his hands together and said nothing.

"Pretending to be a ghost, shoot him to death for me!"

The big man on the iron tower roared, and dozens of arrows shot at him immediately.

The monk seems to be going to die calmly, letting the sharp arrow approach him.

Pooh!A flower of blood splashed.

The monk said lightly: "Seventy..."

Pfft...two blood flowers.

"Two hundred and three..."

"five hundred……"

Nine Blood Flowers...

"one thousand!"

When the last number came out, he suddenly raised his head, like an angry lion waking up from a deep sleep!

"The Vajra Bodyguard is passively triggered, and all negative states are removed... The priority level of confrontation is seven, the weakness and poison are removed, and the attributes return!"

"The power of subduing demons is activated, and the basic attribute attack, defense, and life are increased by 50%!"

"Take the holy blood, the five basic attributes of basic attack, defense, life, and spirit are increased by 20%, the speed of life recovery is increased by 3 times, and the speed of energy recovery is increased by 3 times..."

The moment Qin Changfeng drank the blood bottle and pulled out the long arrow in front of him, a monstrous momentum erupted from his seemingly thin body.

In the dark night, his monk's robe fluttered, and the hem of his clothes rattled.

The big man on the iron tower felt a strong sense of crisis when he saw it, and the monk suddenly gave him a feeling that he was not a human being. Frightened, he rode his horse and galloped forward, and at the same time blasted out the iron spear in his hand like a poisonous dragon drill.

When the tip of the spear felt the real feeling of touching his clothes and flesh, the big man felt certain.

However, at the next moment, there was a loud bang, and the iron spear seemed to hit the bronze bell, and it couldn't make an inch of progress!
The iron tower man's complexion changed drastically, and he was about to abandon his spear and leave without any hesitation.

But the monk had already held down the horse's head with one hand, and pressed hard, and the strong horse immediately knelt down with its front legs bent!

Qin Changfeng raised his other hand, squeezed it in the void, and then gently pushed it forward.

With a bang, the strong man was sent flying more than ten meters, and his head exploded into a paste in the air.

A large pool of red and white things sprinkled on Qin Changfeng's white monk robe.

"There is also an idiom in the Han people called 蚍书打树."

The monk remained expressionless, but looked up at the remaining Xixia warriors.

"kill!"

A pair of snow-white slender palms stretched out, tearing a Xixia warrior from his chest.

In the dark night, blood is flowing, and monks become demons.

(End of this chapter)