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Feng Qi snorted coldly and said, "I also know that your Jade Pipa Art is unrivalled in this world. It's just that you missed a blow. If you want to hurt someone, I'm afraid that you'll have to trouble yourself even more."

As soon as his voice fell, Feng Qi smirked. His right hand moved, and a "Si" sound rang. A large shadow of a sleeve, as fast as the clouds covering the ceiling, was sent towards the old monk.

Monk Chu Yun sat down and also took out one of his sleeves.

With a "heh" sound from the old monk, his huge body suddenly flipped backwards and then pierced straight through.

Mr Feng Qi didn't hesitate even more as he closely observed the other party's body and rose into the air.

On this moonlit night, he was like a crane.

Phew ? ? Phew ? ? They were still standing face to face.

The night wind was blowing. The moonlight shone on the glazed roof tiles beneath his feet, flickering with streaks of silver light.

"Old monk, since you can't surpass me, it's all up to me."

In the cold wind, Mr Feng Qi was wearing a long robe embroidered with a giant phoenix. Sometimes he would roll up his sleeves and make fluttering noises. At this time, his body looked more and more fat.

Monk Chu Yun had already experienced the other party's strength and was extremely shocked. Of course, he knew that the legendary person was a strong person. Only now did he realize that he was much stronger than he had imagined.

In fact, he seemed to have already known that today would be the victor. However, unless it was the Yellow River that was unwilling to give up, he had to prove it first before he could give up.

"Amitabha," Daoist Priest Chu Yun held his hands together and looked at him, then murmured, "This old monk has a three handed job, if Benefactor Lu can count it all, this old monk will leave immediately. If I can't take it ?"

"Tonight's matter shall be written off in one stroke. Not only that ?" Feng Qi sneered and raised his two right hands. "Old monk, I also left this arm for you to bring back as a confession to the Buddha."

"Benefactor Lu, you're being too serious ?"

The old monk's words were extremely painful to hear.

Although he wasn't a martial artist, he had long since jumped out of the Three Realms. As long as he was a martial artist of some seniority, everyone would feel respect towards him whenever he was mentioned.

For decades, no one had dared to look down on him ? the words of Feng Qi before him had truly hurt his heart.

There was no need to say anything else. Let's just see who was stronger and who was weaker!

The old monk stepped forward three steps in a row, and then his body suddenly bounced down like a silver ball.

In the moonlight, the body that was floating in the air suddenly turned upside down.

It was an extremely beautiful style, 'Swallow Clipper'. The old monk crossed his hands and pressed them down on Feng Qi's shoulders.

Feng Qi had been waiting for him.

Top experts like them rarely had any tricks in their moves. It had to be a battle of strength.

When the twenty fingers came into contact with his opponent's body, the old monk suddenly somersaulted in the air. The two palms that were extended outwards suddenly retracted and slapped towards his opponent's waist instead.

Feng Qi's hands were still there to meet him.

The old monk snorted. His body spun in a whirlwind as he flew a few feet away.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Mr Feng Qi couldn't let him go.

One flashed while the other chased ferociously. The two fought back and forth, coming together for the second time.

The old monk wanted to take advantage of the situation. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to use the next assassin ? "Thousand Hands Tathagata".

In the palm images that filled the sky, Monk Chu Yun had already covered Feng Qi Mister with his palm. All of a sudden, Mr Feng Qi broke through the curtain of palm shadows and rushed towards the monk like a gust of wind.

"Pa!" "Pa!" "Pa!" "Whoosh!"

A series of four crisp applause rang out. It was the sound of two palms touching each other. The tempo was so fast that it was as dense as a pearl. From this, one could see how fast both parties were attacking.

The next moment, the sound of the fifth palm strike rang out. The old monk also leapt up with the sound of this palm strike, but he only rose seven to eight feet before landing gently on the ground.

Despite his graceful landing, in reality, he had already lost. His huge body shook twice, and the sound of "Hua La" was heard from beneath his feet. Two pieces of glazed roof tiles were shattered in a row.

Feng Qi said with a smile, "Big monk wants to give in."

Old Monk Chu Yun felt his face heat up, but his heart was beating very fast. Then, his body swayed a bit, and he took a step back and said, "Amitabha, Benefactor Lu, you've won. This old monk's skill is inferior to yours ?" "Indeed, he is overestimating himself. I can only go now."

Feng Qi stood upright in a corner of the tall roof's eaves, a slight sneer on his pale, thin face.

A kind of triumphant conceit, brimming with him... For the past few days, he had been feeling satisfied and happy to see all those martial arts Elders who were strong enough to be his equal and all of them being defeated by him!

Thousand-Hands wanted to capture Qin Zhe, so he went to the Buddhist Hall in the backyard. He wanted to ask the old monk for permission for the last time. The sky was turning bright, and it was already the time of the west.

The windows of the buddhist hall were wide open, and the wind was blowing from all directions. Seven or eight windows were opened and closed in the night wind, producing a creaking and hoarse sound.

"Eldest Master ?"

Standing outside the door, Qin Zhao coughed. He couldn't hear the old monk's reply, so he was quite surprised. After a moment of surprise, he quietly walked to the door.

"Old Master, are you here?"

There was still no sound. The wind blew through the windows, creating a creaking sound.

There seems to be something amiss... The old monk had always been the most quick-witted. How could he not hear me?

He wanted to turn around and leave, but when he thought about it, when would he be able to see him again?

The old monk had acted bravely, drawing swords to help him, planning and planning, and he could be considered a benefactor to his line of work!

If she didn't say goodbye to him now, when would she be?

As he calculated in his mind, one of his legs could not help but step into the barrier.

The temple was dark, but it was not like 'I can't tell my fingers from my fingers' ? there seemed to be something wrong, but it was hard to say.

Thousand-Hands' Divine Catcher, Qin Zhe, touched the blade on his waist with one hand and the Thousand Li Fire with the other.

"Pa Ta!" With a sound, the flame lit up. It was not him who had hit the light, but rather the other corner.

This shock made Qin Zhao shiver in fear. The thousand li of fire in his hands almost fell to the ground.

The person in the fiery light had a miserable, pointy white face. His forehead was perky, his eyebrows perked up, and he wore short black clothes. He had a pair of strange triangular eyes as he gave Qin Zhao a cold smile.

What frightened Qin Zhen wasn't all this person, but something else.

The triangle-faced man was holding the paper in his hand. Under the light of the fire, he saw a beautiful young girl sitting upright in a chair.

The triangle-faced man, on the other hand, was standing right next to the young girl's seat. From the looks of it, she was just an attendant and a follower.

The room was so dark that it seemed to be filled with people. Qin Zhao didn't have time to examine them one by one. When he saw that something was wrong, he turned and left.

He leapt up and out of the hall, and the girl's soft voice rang beside him.

"Take it down."

Although this soft shout was not loud, it had quite the intimidating aura.

With this soft shout, a series of swishing sounds could be heard as three or four figures jumped out of different windows at the same time. Their speed was so fast that they couldn't cross each other's path.

Qin Zhao never thought he would have such an ability. He hadn't even seen the other party's appearance clearly before he was surrounded by a large group of people.

In his panic, he stretched his hand towards his waist. Before his saber could come out, a malevolent looking man reached out his hands and grabbed his shoulders as fast as lightning.

It was obvious that this man's arm strength was extremely great. Under the force of his two hands, it was as if an iron hoop had been placed between Qin Zhao's arms. He couldn't even think of moving an inch.

The next moment, his lower body tightened as he caught the legs of a slightly shorter friend.

This was good. He grabbed one in each hand and snatched Qin Zhao up. He then turned around and entered the buddhist hall.

If Thousand-Hands really did have Thousand-Hands, then it would be great. Unfortunately, he only had two hands, but he was forcibly carried inside.

When he entered earlier, the buddhist hall was still pitch black, but this time it was different. It was already glowing brightly.

Three or four lamps were lit, and even the two long candles on the altar were lit, and for a moment the light was bright.

Surprised and indignant, Qin Zhao looked around and found that the beautiful young girl he had just seen was still sitting upright in her teacher's chair. The triangle-faced man he had seen earlier was still tightly guarding her.

Apart from these two, there were a lot of other people in the room.

Other than Qin Zhao, the five people holding their heads and raising their feet, as well as the girl and her servants, there were three other people in the room. They were clearly sitting in a position close to the wall.

The three of them looked quite old.

At this point, the person holding Qin Zhao's shoulder threw him into the hall and said, "Kneel!"

Qin Zhe fell to the ground with a thump. His bones ached from the impact.

He spun around on the ground. Gulp! He immediately jumped up.

He was born with a tough bone, how could he casually kneel to others?

He heard a swoosh. However, he was hit on the shoulder by something that looked like a horsewhip. He felt his whole body go numb for a while. It seemed that his acupuncture points had been hit by someone.

In his hand, he held a thin stick that resembled a blind man's "horse pole." However, Qin Zhao could feel that this stick was made of copper and iron, and when it was placed in the pit of his shoulder, it was extremely painful.

"Blind your dog eyes." "Miss Han of Golden Phoenix Hall is here, why aren't you kneeling and kowtowing to me yet?"

Before he could finish his sentence, Qin Zhao felt his legs go weak as he swung the iron staff in his right hand forward. He immediately fell to the ground, still unwilling to kneel down in front of the other party.

The sharp-eyed man raised an eyebrow. He was about to flare up again when Miss Han raised her hand to stop him.

"You must be the constable who gave us the silver this time, right?" Lady Han said as she coldly stared at Qin Zhao.

Although Qin Zhao was experienced and knowledgeable, he didn't know what the other party was referring to as "Hall of Golden Wind" or "Miss Han".

After hearing that, he could not help but let out a cold laugh, "That's right, I am that person. Who are you? Where did the old master who lived here go? "

As he spoke, he looked around the room. Where was the old monk? He could not help but feel puzzled.

As the sound of his voice faded, a figure flashed in front of his eyes.

It was the man who had grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him into the room.

This person was clearly a pockmarked man. He wasn't even 60 years old, yet he had a pair of strange, triangular eyes. It couldn't be said that he directly slapped Qin Zhao's face.

Qin Zhao hastily lowered his body. With a huff, a gust of wind blew past his head.

"Bastard!" The pockmark cursed for the second time.

Lady Han, who was sitting at the head of the table, coldly called out, "Xie Shan!"

It turned out that this pockmarked person was Shen Qiu, the Four Elders, and his three sworn brothers, Silver-crowned Zu Li Qi. His iron-like fingers could split mountains apart like dragons and kill Bao Wuchang.

The last three people were the three old men that were sitting silently.

This was the first time Shen Qiu and the other two Elders had gone online with Miss Han ever since they had pledged their allegiance to her. They were all prepared to show off in this operation.

Miss Han was full of tenderness when facing Wu Yuxue, but when she was with her subordinates, she was full of dignity.

Even the four elders of Shen Qiu, a thief who had spent half his life doing nothing, were obedient to her, not daring to go beyond the rules.

At this moment, he heard Miss Han call out in a low voice. Xie Shan immediately held himself back and dashed out of the room. He clasped his hands and said, "Here!"

"You don't have to scare him like that. I still have something to ask him."

As Lady Han said this, she turned her eyes to Thousand-Hands Godly Archer Qin Zhao's face. She nodded slightly and said, "Surnamed Qin, I know you have a loyal conscience. It's not common to see people like you at the yamen. That's why I came to you for advice. "

Thousand-Hands Divine Catcher, Qin Zhe, seeing the other party's beautiful appearance and knowing who she was, knew that there might not be any real martial arts. However, since their power was with the masses, they couldn't be looked down upon.

As he listened, he thought to himself. Hmph hmph, what's there to discuss? A weasel wishing a chicken a new year, what good will you do? However, since the other party had treated him with good intentions, he couldn't afford to be disrespectful.

At that time, Qin Zhao smiled coldly and cupped his fists towards Miss Han. "It's alright, Miss. I only know how to take public money and office care. I always put my conscience in the center when I do things. I don't care about anything else." If Miss has anything to look out for, please just say it. As long as I, Qin, do not break the law and do not go against my conscience, we can discuss anything. "

"Well said!" Miss Han said.

She smiled, revealing her pure white teeth, and said, "It's a pity that this matter is not up to you. Qin Zhao, you are a wise man. How much of this silver can actually reach the victims through the hands of the stolen officials? It would be better to just hand it over to us honestly, and let the girl bring it back to the snow mountain and arrange it accordingly. Instead, it would be beneficial for us, so just hand it over. "