Chapter 195

Hearing Zhuo Xianrong's words, the four monks all cast bad eyes on Yi Xiaofeng.

So arrogant?

Yi Xiaofeng is speechless, but now he can't explain.

Losing Zhuo Xianrong's face in public not only offends Zhuo Xianrong, but also offends Zhuo Bingtian.

Zhuo Bingtian looked at Yi Xiaofeng and said with a smile, "you are worthy of being a disciple of Zhou Gua. You are confident enough."

Yi Xiaofeng turned his back to Zhuo Bingtian and didn't look back.

The father and daughter sing together. What can he say?

"In that case, you four will fight pan an." Zhuo pintian smiled.

The four princes went outside the Dragon Pavilion and prepared to watch the war.

Yi Xiaofeng five people move forward and keep a distance from Longting.

Yi Xiaofeng turned and faced the four monks.

The four monks took out their own magic tools. Two held swords, one held a knife, and another held a folding fan made of black iron.

Yi Xiaofeng didn't take out his sword and was ready to fight with his bare hands.

He put his hands together and took a deep breath.

His body surface turned gold at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Exorcism gold body!

Everyone was stunned.

Zhuo Xianrong's eyes brightened.

Yi Xiaofeng raised his palm and said, "Seven Star Dan city, pan an."

Four monks were bluffed. Is this guy really an expert?

Zhuo pintian squints and thinks.

"Exorcism gold body! How can this boy learn the unique skill of the King Kong Buddhist Academy? "

Zhuo Bingtian was surprised. He was not vigilant.

The Vajra Buddhist temple is a holy land, far away from the state of Wu, and there is no hatred against him.

He simply wondered why Yi Xiaofeng learned this unique skill.

"Go!"

A man in black suddenly shouted and cut at Yi Xiaofeng with a knife.

The other three followed.

They are agile. Instead of directly casting spells, they fight close.

These people fight for a long time. They not only know Taoism, but also martial arts.

Yi Xiaofeng dodged quickly and cleverly avoided the attack of the three.

He took his finger as his sword and quickly waved his arm. The sword Qi was vertical and horizontal, raging the open space.

The four monks retreated in fear.

Boom!

Zhuo pin Tian glimpsed a long crack in the wooden column of the Dragon Pavilion cut by the sword.

The sword is very angry.

At least two hundred years of Taoism!

The four princes were frightened. Unexpectedly, Zhuo Xianrong didn't talk big. Yi Xiaofeng was really powerful.

A white haired monk took out a piece of Rune paper and pasted it on himself. Then his flesh was pulled up and quickly became a giant.

The sword in his hand disappeared and was replaced by a giant hammer.

He roared and hit Yi Xiaofeng with a hammer.

Yi Xiaofeng was frightened.

What spell is this?

He hurried away.

Boom!

The ground was hit with a big hole, as if it had been hit by a shell.

Whew! Whew! Whew

Before Yi Xiaofeng landed, he heard the sound of breaking the air behind him. Several flying swords pierced his back, but they were blocked by his hard body.

Rao is so, Yi Xiaofeng still feels pain.

He turned and waved his arm, killing with five sword Qi.

The man who attacked him just now immediately waved the black iron folding fan in his hand. The strong wind rose and wanted to disperse the sword Qi. As a result, he was easily penetrated by the sword Qi.

Puff times——

The folding fan man was swept by the five swords, and his whole body was bleeding.

He twitched all over, and then he fell straight down.

The other three were frightened, but they were not afraid, but cast the spell together.

The surging flame came from the left, and Yi Xiaofeng jumped away. As a result, the thorns rose one by one, cutting his legs to bleed, and he jumped up again.

Yi Xiaofeng was completely angry.

He took out a sword and rushed to one of them.

The man also used the sword and was proficient in some sword formula. He waved and cut a cross sword Qi.

Yi Xiaofeng stabbed away.

Match sword!

The sword tip was shining with cold light and easily broke the cross sword Qi. He rushed all the way. He was very fast. He saw that the man's throat was about to be pierced by Yi Xiaofeng.

"Well, that's it!"

Zhuo Bingtian's voice came, and Yi Xiaofeng stopped with him.

The other two monks also stopped and dared not attack again.

Yi Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the battle was not long, he was also wounded.

His strength was greatly limited when he could no longer use the sword, the Millennium cold sword, the world sword technique and the golden eye.

The four princes looked ugly.

Yi Xiaofeng is stronger in this war.

If they continue to fight, their confidants may be killed.

The seventh Prince quickly ran to the fallen friar to check his injury.

Zhuo pintian stood up.

He walked out of the Dragon Pavilion and said with a smile, "Pan an, come with me."

Zhuo Xianrong quickly followed up.

Yi Xiaofeng sealed the wound on his body with his spiritual power, and then followed up.

He didn't understand why Zhuo Bingtian called him.

He had to be cautious.

What if Zhuo pintian wants to kill him while he is injured?

The other four princes did not follow. Except Yi Xiaofeng and Zhuo Xianrong, only six palace guards who looked very strong followed.

Zhuo Xianrong bounced around Zhuo Bingtian, looking very happy. She kept bragging about how powerful Yi Xiaofeng was.

Zhuo pintian also likes this Zhuo Xianrong, and the smile on his face has never been broken.

Yi Xiaofeng followed silently.

Ten minutes later.

They came to a great hall.

The hall is resplendent, but empty. There are no tables, chairs or decorative screens.

"This hall is the ancestral hall of the royal family of the state of Wu. It is also the place where the old ancestor was sleeping at the end of his life."

Zhuo pin Tian youyou said. He turned and looked at Yi Xiaofeng and said, "from now on, you will come here to guard at night."

Yi Xiaofeng was stunned.

Stay here?

Zhuo Xianrong glared at him and said, "I'm not happy yet. Thank your father and Emperor. This is a beautiful job. The leaders of the forbidden guards of all dynasties went out from here."

Yi Xiaofeng returns to his mind and quickly thanks Zhuo Bingtian.

Zhuo pin had a deep sense of heaven and said, "Pan an, the ancestral hall here is of great significance. I hope you can protect it and make the royal family and ancestors of the state of Wu happy."

After that, Zhuo Bingtian turned and left.

Zhuo Xianrong patted Yi Xiaofeng on the shoulder and said with a smile, "stay here these days and greet me later."

Her eyes were full of meaning, as if to imply something.

Yi Xiaofeng couldn't understand.

Soon, Zhuo Bingtian and others left the ancestral hall, leaving Yi Xiaofeng alone.

Yi Xiaofeng meditates on the spot and heals his wounds first.

Today's war seems tragic, but fortunately, it's all flesh and blood wounds.

In less than two hours, Yi Xiaofeng's injury healed.

It was getting dark.

evening.

Two small eunuchs carried a basin into the hall. They first saluted Yi Xiaofeng, and then began to wipe the floor with a rag.

The ancestral hall is still very big. It's very tired to bend down and wipe the ground.

A little eunuch looked around, carefully gathered in front of Yi Xiaofeng and asked in a low voice, "Sir, are you the forbidden guard of the new ancestral hall?"

Yi Xiaofeng opened one eye to look at him and nodded slightly.

"There is a strange sound in the ancestral hall at night. You have to be careful." The little eunuch warned.

Yi Xiaofeng felt his flattery and asked, "how long have you been working here?"

The little eunuch replied, "it's almost half a month. A guard will guard the ancestral hall every seven days."

Yi Xiaofeng was thoughtful.

"How about the guards who left?"

"I heard that, yes, some cultivation soared, and some were crazy."

The little eunuch said mysteriously.

Yi Xiaofeng glances at another little eunuch. He is still rubbing the ground hard and doesn't dare to get close to Yi Xiaofeng.

The two eunuchs have very different personalities.

Is this the player in front of you?

"How long have you been in the palace?" Yi Xiaofeng turned and asked.

"I've been in the palace for almost a month."

Sure enough!

game player!

Yi Xiaofeng asked seriously, "there have been assassins in the palace recently. Our guards have the responsibility to catch assassins, but I'm certainly not familiar with the palace as you are. You also have your own relationship. If you can help me make contributions, I won't treat you badly."

The little eunuch was overjoyed.

That's what he's waiting for!

"Don't worry, my Lord. If you know anything, I'll tell you."

"Well, just call me Lord pan. What do you call me?"

"The little one's name is Ye man."

“……”

Yi Xiaofeng was speechless.

Ye man said with a smile: "the little one is busy first. Once there is a situation, he must report to Lord pan."

Yi Xiaofeng nodded.

Ye Wen continued to wipe the floor.

Yi Xiaofeng thinks it's funny. Players can really play.

Pan an and ye man?

……

Half an hour later.

Two little eunuchs left.

Yi Xiaofeng continued to practice.

Late at night.

Cold wind gusts.

The door of the ancestral hall cannot be closed. Yi Xiaofeng can see the bright moon and stars in the night sky.

The night is like water, showing a cold beauty.

"Do you understand the meaning of living?"

An ethereal voice came.

Yi Xiaofeng listens and subconsciously looks around.

Lord God?

He thought he was auditory hallucination and continued to practice.

Before long, the voice sounded again:

"Do you like fame or profit?"

Yi Xiaofeng was puzzled.

Is it an old monster in the palace?

He got up and saluted towards the main hall and asked, "Sir, why don't you come out for a chat?"

The voice fell, and a figure appeared on the golden wall of the main hall.

This is a virtual shadow. It is a white haired old man. His image is very fairy. He caresses his beard and smiles like an immortal.

"Life is like a dream. Some people live for decades and do nothing. Some people live for hundreds of years and lose their life. The word fame and wealth in the world can't escape. Posterity, do you want fame or profit?"

"If you are famous, you will make unparalleled contributions, and fame will shake the world."

"Profit is the highest power and the most precious treasure in the world."

The old man with white hair said with a smile. I don't know why, Yi Xiaofeng was confused.

The old man's voice is poisonous!

You're bewitching him!

Yi Xiaofeng finally understands why some guards are crazy.

It turned out that Zhuo Bingtian sent him here to brainwash him!

The old man with white hair continued to say that his voice was misty and boundless, which made people involuntarily enter a wonderful artistic conception.

Yi Xiaofeng began to feel the earth spinning and staggered in place.

No!

If he goes on like this, he will faint.

Yi Xiaofeng became frightened. He quickly sat down and began to chant scriptures.

This is the Scripture of the King Kong Buddhist temple.

As soon as he recited the Sutra, his state changed for the better.

The old man with white hair narrowed his eyes and said, "is this boy still practicing Buddhism?"

He began to increase his bewitching power. Soon, Yi Xiaofeng began to faint again.

Madder!

Yi Xiaofeng was angry and in great pain.

Even if he wants to escape now, he can't find north.

"Let me swallow him!"

An excited voice sounded in Yi Xiaofeng's heart.

No sword!

Yi Xiaofeng immediately took out his sword.

Now I can't care so much!