High-level martial arts: Start with a grueling grind for the Golden Bell Shield.

The blond-haired man didn't pay any attention.

Unexpectedly, in the afternoon, just as Huang Mao finished preparing the venue menu and other things, a large group of monks rushed to Clearwater Bay.

They didn't look like monks; they looked more like bullies who monopolized the market.

They come here and start hitting people, cursing people, overturning stalls, smashing shops, hitting and cursing anyone they see.

This really angered the blond guy.

He had already regarded the Clearwater Bay area as the third squad's trump card and foothold, so how could he tolerate these bald monks causing such destruction?

He immediately went up and gave them a good beating; the monks fell to the ground with a series of thuds.

Two of them were elderly and died on the spot.

The monks immediately became enraged. Many of them were martial monks, and in a fit of anger, they demolished nearby shops, causing numerous casualties among their followers.

Huang Mao wouldn't tolerate their bad temper; he'd kill anyone who dared to lay a hand on him.

In the heat of the moment, the guy took off his shirt.

Blonde hair, flamboyant; back pattern, evil spirit.

The monks got scared and started to flee, spreading the nicknames they had given Huang Mao everywhere.

"Blonde demon."

"That sounds interesting."

Lu Lin didn't care about killing the monk.

He came into contact with Fanli of Laisheng Temple and met a group of people, including the fat monk of Cangjin Temple. He learned that the monk was just a bandit with a different hairstyle.

"Lu Lin, what are you laughing at? I've already found out that these monks come from major temples nearby, such as Pudu Temple, Wanfo Temple, Baolong Temple, Baiyan Temple, and Jingfa Temple. When they go back this time, they will definitely gather more skilled fighters. At that time, I'm afraid our Qingshui Bay will be completely destroyed."

"Brother Huang Mao is right. We can't let the battlefield fall on our waterfront bay, so I've decided to take the initiative and fight our way out."

"Fight back?!"

Huang Mao thought Lu Lin was going to negotiate with the monks or find someone to mediate, but he never expected Lu Lin to have this idea.

"Yes, it just so happens that our Clear Water Gang has merged three gangs. Without some external pressure, it would be difficult to truly integrate into one. We need a thoroughly enjoyable battle."

As Lu Lin spoke, he couldn't help but get excited, "Brother Huang Mao, use the communication stone to ask if there are any other members of our third team nearby. Let's come and have some fun together."

"Okay, I'll ask."

Lu Lin then ordered the two deputy gang leaders, eight guardian elders, and twelve hall masters to gather all their martial artists over.

The group accepted the order.

"Lu Lin, Third Brother and his little follower will be here soon. The others probably won't be able to make it in time."

"Okay, two will do, but it's fine if none of them come."

Soon, the gang members gathered.

Late at night, the gang members, each holding a torch, followed behind Lu Lin and Huang Mao without saying a word.

They didn't walk very fast, and it took them more than an hour to reach the first house.

Pudu Temple.

At this moment, Pudu Temple was completely silent.

Lu Lin led several hundred people to surround the temple.

"Lu Lin, how should we fight? Should I go up and challenge them first?"

"A challenge?"

Lu Lin laughed, "Brother Huang Mao, this isn't a battle between two armies, so what's with the 'formation'? Just light a fire, burn it. Kill any bald guy who runs out of the temple, don't ask questions, don't talk to him. Once we're done, we'll move on to the next one."

So ruthless?

Even the blond-haired guy was stunned.

Lu Lin waved his hand, and the gang members behind him naturally took out various tinder, while others collected some withered vines and branches from the vicinity.

"set fire!"

"burn!"

At a single command, Pudu Temple was engulfed in flames.

The firelight flickered, illuminating everyone's faces.

A monk ran out of the front door, and a member of the gang immediately slashed him with a knife.

Blood and fire intertwined in the dead of night.

It was like the sounding of a song of life.

After waiting for a while and seeing no one else come out of the temple, Lu Lin led everyone to continue forward.

Next stop, Wanfo Temple.

There are masters within Wanfo Temple.

Three experts who had mastered the Five Internal Organs rushed out. Just as Lu Lin was about to make a move, he was stopped by Huang Mao.

"Those were just small fry. I was getting itchy to grab them. Give me these three, don't try to take them from me."

After saying that, the blond-haired man rushed up to an old monk.

The group fought fiercely.

It flew around on the rooftop.

An old monk noticed that Lu Lin seemed to be a leader as well, so he wanted to find Lu Lin.

Before he could make a move, the blond-haired man grabbed him.

The gang members were dealing with the ordinary martial monks in the temple.

It takes three, four, five, or even six people to get a single monk.

He killed someone in the blink of an eye, and his companions complained that he killed them too quickly, so he had to go find the next one.

Lu Lin, on the contrary, became the most idle person.

With a sudden thought, Lu Lin remembered the Finger Flicking technique he had practiced diligently all day.

Blood clotting, silk binding, ejection.

The first finger brushed past an old monk's ear, startling him.

The second point is that the intended target was the one in the yellow robe, but the blow landed on the one in the gray robe.

Although these two attacks did not cause direct injury, they did draw the attention of the old monk who was engaged in battle.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the blond-haired man slapped an old monk on the head with a loud crack, like a watermelon, causing juice to splatter.

"Lu Lin, what kind of kung fu is that? Can you even aim properly?"

The blond-haired guy joked, "Don't hit me later."

"understood."

Lu Lin was also a little nervous.

The third finger hit the mark.

It was just a little off-target; Lu Lin clearly intended to hit the shoulder, but ended up hitting the thigh instead.

Although it was off-target, at least it hit the mark.

The old monk stumbled, and the blond-haired man seized the opportunity, smashing his Adam's apple with a punch.

Immediately afterward, before Lu Lin could prepare for his fourth attack, the last old monk was also killed by the blond-haired man.

"Hahaha, that's great! These old bald monks still wanted to gang up on me, hehe, luckily Lu Lin helped them out, and they were caught off guard by a sneak attack."

"Let's move on to the next place."

The blond guy was clearly getting excited.

Next stop, Baolong Temple.

There are seven experts in the temple who specialize in refining filth, but only two of them have mastered the third level of filth refining; the others are beginners.

With Huang Mao and Lu Lin working together, Baolong Temple held out for even less time than Wanfo Temple had previously.

After leaving some people to clean up the battlefield, Lu Lin continued on his way.

As Lu Lin walked along the road, he looked back and saw that there were more than 500 people who had come out with him, but now there were less than 100 left.

Some were wounded in battle, while others stayed behind to scavenge for supplies.

However, the remaining hundred or so people are enough.

Inside Baiyan Temple.

Fanli and Fanning happened to stop here.

In the dead of night, with no one to deliver a message, both men, being highly skilled in martial arts, had a vague sense of foreboding.

"Senior brother, I'm feeling a little unwell. How about we go for a walk?"

Fan Ning thought so too.

The two opened the door, climbed over the wall, and saw a fiery dragon winding its way towards them in the distance.

Fan Ning's expression changed drastically. "What's going on? How did the imperial court know we were hiding here?"

"Could it be that that old bald monk Jingchen betrayed us?"

Fan Li nodded. "It's possible, Senior Brother. This afternoon, I saw two young novices from the Jingchen Sect go out. Before they left, I whispered a few words in their ears."

"Damn it! After these imperial soldiers leave, I will make them wish they were dead."

Fan Ning's words were squeezed out from between his teeth, and then the two disappeared into the forest behind Baiyan Temple.

A moment later, Lu Lin arrived with his men.