Peerless Immortal Son-in-law

As the voice dropped, the faces of the monks behind Yuanjue changed, and the round sky was even more ugly. He walked forward as if there was a strong wind. He said coldly, "the Chen family has a great prestige. What do you want to do with people blocking the gate of White Horse Temple in the evening?"

"Master yuankong, please pay attention to your words." Chen Shaoan touched his nose and his face turned pale.

Standing beside him was an old man in a black robe. At the moment, he took a half step forward slightly, and then he relaxed the vigorous wind brought by yuankong. Then his hoarse voice came out slowly: "old monk yuankong, if you dare to do anything again, don't blame me for asking for advice."

Hearing this, yuankong's face changed slightly and bit his teeth. When he was about to open his mouth, he saw master Yuanjue gently waving his hand and saying, "yuankong, step back."

"Abbot, I'm..." Yuankong bit his teeth, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yuanjue's waving hand, "OK! Step back

"Cough, cough I know what Mr. Chen said. But the White Horse Temple has been standing here for hundreds of years. If I really move away, I'm afraid I will not be able to face the elders of this temple any more. "

"So Please forgive me for not being able to make the same request as Mr. Chen. " Master Yuanjue shook his head helplessly, looked at Chen Shaoan and said, "if Mr. Chen insists on doing so, then I will have to fight for the risk of destroying the temple and break with the Chen family."

Hearing this, Chen Shaoan, who had never opened his mouth, suddenly began to laugh. He put his hands in his pocket and let the cloth of his overcoat sway in the wind. His eyes gradually became cold. He shook his head and said, "master Yuanjue, I don't think this is a good decision."

"But now that master Yuanjue's attitude is clear, I don't think we have anything to talk about." At this point, Chen Shaoan's eyes suddenly showed a strange light. He slightly looked at the old man hidden under the black robe and said, "Mr. Ping, please help me to watch master yuankong."

"Since the little Lord has opened his mouth, I haven't moved my muscles and bones for a long time. Let's do as the little Lord wishes today." The voice dropped, and the black robe hat fell down, revealing an old man with white temples. He stepped lightly on the ground, and then stepped forward. In an instant, he appeared in front of the round sky.

Seeing the old man Yuanjue's face changed, he immediately yelled: "Chen Ping, as a big elder of the imperial Martial Arts Alliance, are you not afraid to be ridiculed by the world when you fight in my white horse temple?"

"What do you think?" The old man gave a cold smile, and then he suddenly looked at the round sky. The palm of his hand was like an eagle claw, which had already grasped the round space.

Boom! A momentum burst out from the old man. Five fingers were like steel claws, and they clawed hard at the round neck. This scene scared the monks, and many of them stepped back.

The camp on the white horse temple side was immediately dispersed. Yuankong stepped back a few steps, and then he could barely escape this claw. However, yuankong was also the strongest of the martial monks in the White Horse Temple, and his strength should not be underestimated.

At the moment, the two men were fighting behind the gate of the White Horse Temple. They were fighting each other for a while. They were fighting with each other. It was estimated that there were not hundreds of rounds. I'm afraid they could not win or lose.

The old man's moves are vicious and cruel, which others may not know. But Ding Yi standing in the rear can see it at a glance. He can't help narrowing his eyes and muttering: "Eagle Claw skill, I'm afraid the master yuankong is not his opponent."

Hearing this, Jin Wudao also nodded and said solemnly: "although this old man is only the peak of martial arts master, but his strength is not worse than the average half step master. I didn't expect that the imperial capital was really a place full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. When I first came here, I met two strong men with the strength of half step master."

"Master, do you want me to help master yuankong?" Looking at the old man in black, Jin Wudao obviously has some skills.

When he was in the south of the Yangtze River, he did not meet any rivals in the same realm. Except for those who had never been born among the Gu family and the Lu family, the strength of the whole Jiangnan area was really not comparable to that of the imperial capital.

Ding Yi shook his head and motioned to Jin Wudao not to act rashly. Then he walked towards Yuanjue.

"Brothers, since the White Horse Temple doesn't give us the face of the Chen family, today we'll give them some lessons to let them understand the strength of our Chen family." At this time, Chen Shaoan suddenly gently waved his hand, and then he continued to speak: "go up to me and point out the Sutra Pavilion of Baima temple. If anyone can do it, I will reward him with five million yuan in cash!"

As the saying goes, there must be brave men under a heavy reward. Originally, these people are the thugs of the Chen family. They are used to bullying the weak and afraid of the hard. Now they have the temptation of heavy money. Who can resist it and rush forward immediately.

"Let's all rush forward. We must finish what master Chen told me!"

"Go ahead, give me some of the Sutra Pavilion!"

"Ha ha ha ha, tonight the whole empire Kyoto will see the fire here!"

A group of people with a ferocious color, rushed to the White Horse Temple!

Master Yuanjue's face was ugly. Looking at yuankong, who was entangled in the distance by the old man in black robe, he sighed helplessly and yelled: "listen, today is the life and death of Baima temple. No one can shrink back and drive these bandits out of the temple!""Yes, the abbot!" The monk of the White Horse Temple immediately nodded in a deep voice, and blocked the door in a hurry. No one stepped back.

A group of monks, led by Hun min, who had not practiced martial arts very much, looked at the fierce Chen family, and their hearts trembled one by one. They did not dare to step forward and all of them hid behind and did not dare to come out.

Master Yuanwu, who taught them, didn't even show his face and didn't know what to do.

Seeing all the martial monks blocking the door, the black warriors of the Chen family stopped. Both sides were furious and looked at each other. The atmosphere gradually solidified, and there was a certain momentum of fighting when there was a disagreement.

At this time, Ding Yi and Jin Wudao come over.

"Great Chen." Ding Yi stood beside yuan Jue, patted yuan Jue on the shoulder, indicating that he didn't have to speak a lot. Then Ding Yi looked at Chen Shaoan who was standing behind him and said faintly, "Mr. Chen, is that right? What do you want to do when you bring people to Baima temple in the evening?"

"The Chen family, as one of the five big families in the imperial capital, actually acted in a small temple and was not afraid to be ridiculed." Ding Yi, with his hands on his back, stood beside master Yuanjue and looked directly at Chen Shaoan. He said faintly, "I am very curious. What is the purpose of the eldest young master of the Chen family that he has to take this place as his own?"