The Great Demon of Martial Arts

Chapter 191 Fair?My Daqin law is fair! (Fourth update! Please subscribe!)
"You dare!"

With a loud shout at close range, Ji Chuan's head seemed to be hit by a giant hammer, and his body lost control for a while, and he was about to stumble and fall.

"Humph!"

Ji Chuan let out a muffled snort, Dao Heart Demon Planting Dafa was running, and the power of Yang God instantly cleared away this negative influence, and a burst of coolness flowed over him.

In the next moment, Ji Chuan's eyes became clear.

What Ji Chuan didn't know was that this was a Buddhist technique, and the words were mixed with the Buddhist lion's roar technique.

At this moment, it was already impossible to get away, and the person behind came with the intention of killing, but they still asked him to stop?

A gloomy look flashed across Ji Chuan's eyes, he ignored the people behind him, gathered the true energy in his dantian, and condensed it in his palm.

At the same time, the seal of immortality was in operation, preparing to defuse the attacks of the people behind him as much as possible.

"Let's die together!"

Ji Chuan's face was indifferent, his eyes were fierce, and he slapped Qin Qing with all his strength.

"Oh!"

Seeing this, the eyes of the people behind him were about to burst, but they couldn't stop it, and both palms fell at the same time.

A stream of scarlet blood spat on Ji Chuan's body, and Qin Qing, who was dressed in plain white, fell off the roof and rolled down the roof.

Just as he was about to fall, he was caught by a monk in gray robes and slowly placed on the ground.

This person was Wu Zhen who came in a hurry, he squatted down quickly, sniffed his breath, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh, it's okay, okay!"

Wu Zhen looked rejoicing, if Qin Qing died, it would be hard to imagine how angry Emei would be.

Even if Qin Qing's life is not in danger, his body is still in a mess at this time, his injuries are extremely serious, and his muscles and veins are severely damaged. He needs to heal his injuries as soon as possible, so as not to hinder his future martial arts path.

"puff!"

Ji Chuan was under the palm force of Yuanshen Realm on his back, and even though most of the force was dispelled by the seal of immortality, he still felt a shock in his body, and there was a feeling of internal organs shifting.

Ji Chuan turned his head slightly, and a benevolent monk was glaring at him.

"Shaolin?"

Ji Chuan's gums were bloodshot, he swooped forward, and took a few leaps on the roof of the inn to release the force, he said gloomyly.

This person is Liao Fan.

"Young generation is presumptuous, why did the poor monk tell you to stop just now?" Liao Fan's voice was loud, playing tricks, the lion's roar was in his voice, many of the bystanders were low-level, and they covered their ears one after another, with painful expressions on their faces look.

One surprise attack can catch Ji Chuan off guard, and it is undoubtedly a dream come true to try to get cheap from Ji Chuan for the second time.

Ji Chuan wiped away the scarlet blood from the corner of his mouth, and mockingly watched Fan's clown-like performance.

Seeing this, Liao Fan uttered a Buddhist saying: "Amitabha, why did the almsgiver kill you just now? I know that woman is..."

"Uncle Fan, this is the person we are looking for."

Just when Fan was pretending to be righteous and ready to preach, Wu Zhen's words made Fan's eyes slightly narrowed, with a dangerous light shining.

Hearing the sound, Ji Chuan turned his head and looked down, Wu Zhen's eyes just turned around, and the two looked at each other.

Ji Chuan smiled coldly, his teeth were stained with blood, and his smile at this time was quite bloodthirsty.

This appearance made Wu Zhen startled, with a feeling of trembling.

"It turned out to be you, no wonder you are so cruel and merciless, the evil spirits and heretics can be punished by everyone."

Liao Fan yelled angrily, high-sounding, most likely pretending, but just to find an excuse for himself.

Ji Chuan remained silent, but he was thinking about how to solve this dilemma in his mind.

The old bald donkey in front of him should be a martial artist in the first state of primordial spirit. Although it is difficult to escape, it is not impossible to pay a little price.

As for Ye Qingming, Mu Jue, and Liu Meier, they can only ask for blessings.

"Since when did Shaolin like to meddle in other people's business?" Ji Chuan looked around and said coldly.

Fighting against Yuanshen Realm, as long as Ji Chuan is not stupid, he will naturally not do such a thing.

"Amitabha, Master Qin's nephew belongs to my Buddhist lineage, and it is only natural for poor monks to help me, so why bother meddling in other matters.

On the other hand, the benefactor is cruel and ruthless, he disturbed my Shaolin affairs last time, and this time he has killed my disciples of the Emei School of Buddhism.

Today, the poor monk wants to do justice for the sky, and seek justice for my Buddhist sect by the way. "

Liao Fan calmed down his anger, held up his palms, and performed a Buddhist ceremony, without a trace of fireworks.

Even so, Liao Fan Yuanshen had already locked onto Ji Chuan's qi machine, and even the slightest movement could not escape his grasp.

"justice?"

Suddenly, a rough voice said in a loud voice.

The tone is questioning, but the attitude is more like a questioning.

"God Transformation Realm!" Liao Fan's expression changed, and he quickly recovered.

"Amitabha, it turned out that the emissary of Yang Zhen came here, and the poor monk is disrespectful!" Liao Fan bowed slightly and said a Buddha's words.

Yang Ting didn't even shake him, staring at Fan and asked in a deep voice, "You said just now that you want justice?"

Immediately, without giving Fan a chance to argue, he shouted: "In Ningzhou City, the laws of the Great Qin are justice, and I am justice.

When will Shaolin seek justice from the imperial court?Is it true that the imperial court will listen to Shaolin in the future? "

Big hats were put on Shaolin's head, even though Fan Fan had quite a status in Shaolin, he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

He couldn't admit such crimes, not to mention that the imperial court and Shaolin were in their honeymoon period, and it was not suitable for conflicts.

"Yang Zhenfu envoy can't do that slander. The poor monk is just angry that this son is cruel and cruel. He shows no mercy to my Buddhist disciples. He wants to kill my Buddhist disciples. Naturally, the poor monk can't let him do anything wrong."

Liao Fan quickly explained, leaving the relationship behind, and Yang Ting couldn't let the matter be confirmed.

Otherwise, after returning to the monastery, he would inevitably be scolded by the abbot for a while, and even be imprisoned.

"Oh? You mean this person?" Yang Ting was surprised, pointing at Ji Chuan and asked in doubt.

Liao Fan nodded and said: "That's right, it's this person, Yang Zhen Fu envoy Ming Jian.

I also hope that Mr. Yang will be lenient and let the poor monk take this thief to Shaolin to suppress, so as not to continue to cause harm to the world. "

Yang Ting sneered and remained silent, staring straight at Fan, making his heart shudder.

Liao Fan's heart sank, his brows frowned slightly, he didn't know what he said wrong just now.

Although he is not Yang Ting's opponent, he is not afraid. What he is afraid of is that the cooperation between the imperial court and Shaolin will be destroyed, which will be a really bad thing.

Therefore, he has never dared to conflict with Yang Ting.

Yang Ting said in a deep voice: "Master Liao Fan is really powerful. He actually wanted to escort my Jin Yiwei Ji Baihu to Shaolin, which really shocked Yang."

Liao Fan was startled when he heard the words, no wonder Yang Ting came so fast, no wonder he was always in a strange mood.

It's all because of Ji Chuan Nai Jinyiwei's hundred households.

If it is an ordinary person, even if Shaolin kills people in the city, it doesn't matter, the court will choose to turn a blind eye.

The big factions of the rivers and lakes have their own treatment. After all, every time a foreign invasion is critical, these great factions need to order the martial arts heroes to defend against foreign enemies.

(End of this chapter)