Chapter 183 The First Man of Fake Ancient Martial Cultivators

"Amitabha." with the sound of Buddhist prayer, a monk was standing guard in front of Jin Yang and the others.

E Guantian struck his palm fiercely against the monk that suddenly appeared. A muffled "bang" sound of his body hitting the ground was heard, and he uncontrollably retreated a few steps back with a "thump thump" sound before he managed to stabilize himself.

He was greatly terrified. What kind of expert could strike him like this? How could there be such an expert in the city?

The moment he steadied his feet, he was anxious to see just who it was. When he saw clearly who was standing in front of Jin Yang and the rest, his hairy face twitched. It was hard to believe that the person who had forced him to retreat was actually such a person.

Standing opposite him was an old monk that was as thin as a dried up branch. Standing in the night wind, he made people wonder if he would be blown away by the wind.

Yet, such a person managed to push back the famous E Guantian. Was this true?

If not for his own experiences, E Guantian simply could not believe that one day he would be forced to retreat by someone with such a thin body.

Actually, not only E Guantian, even those a few people from the Jinwu Sect found it a bit hard to believe that the person who had saved them and beat E Guantian back was such a skinny old monk, which really overturned one's common logic and concept.

"Who are you?" E Guantian glared his wide eyes with doom at the monk and roared fiercely.

"Amitabha, I, Withered Leaf, hope that you could show mercy and keep these people alive." Withered Leaf said the Buddhist prayer, and pleaded with his elderly voice. Actually, with his strength, there was no need for him to beg for anyone. He could just kill the two of them directly, but he was a monk. The obsession in their minds was not something ordinary people could understand.

"Master Withered Leaf, you're the one known as the first person in the Fake Ancient Martial Cultivators, Dragon Soul Temple's Master Withered Leaf?" the people from the Jinwu Sect exclaimed. Withered Leaf was known as the first person in Fake Ancient Martial Cultivators, and his reputation had long ago spread throughout the entire Fake Ancient Martial World. Even though they hadn't met the real person, they had already heard of his name.

"You are the Withered Leaf?" Both Smile and Savage Evils' faces changed color. As the first person in Fake Ancient Martial Cultivators, Withered Leaf was also extremely famous in the half-ancient martial sects. In the past, Withered Leaf had been to half-ancient martial sects to pursue the highest realm of martial arts, and there were even rumors that he had been to the real Ancient Martial World.

No one knew what his current level of strength was. They only knew that he was very, very powerful.

Since it was Withered Leaf, both Smile and Savage Evils didn't dare to act rashly. They didn't understand how come the old monk had come here and interfered in their matters.

"Master Withered Leaf, we have no enmity with you no matter in the past or at present, why did you come to interfere in our matters? I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. " E' Guantian said with an unfriendly tone.

"Amitabha, Almsgiver, one should be easy on people. Jinwu Sect had a good affinity with me before, I hope that you can give me some face and let them live. "

Hearing that, everyone understood, no wonder the old monk suddenly ran out to save those people of Jinwu Sect, so it was because they had been friends.

It was dozens of years ago when Withered Leaf and Jinwu Sect made friends, at that time Withered Leaf entered the half Ancient Martial World to pursue martial arts. He was unlucky and got injured, and when his life was at risk, he met Jinwu Sect's Sect Leader Jin Muyun who saved Withered Leaf's life, and from then on, Withered Leaf and the Jinwu Sect formed this good relationship.

A few days ago, Jinwu Sect's Sect Leader Jin Muyun received a message sent through sound transmission stone from one of his subordinates which said that Jin Yang messed up things. Jin Muyun understood his son's character and was worried so that he used the Sound Transmission Stone to ask for help from withered leaf, so Withered Leaf could take care of Jin Yang.

Withered leaf was always memorizing Jin Munyun's help, and did not dare to neglect the entrustment of his savior. It was only now that he, who had disappeared in this world for more than ten years, appeared and began to search for the traces of Jin Yang and his group.

Coincidentally, he found the people from Jinwu Sect tonight and saved Jin Yang and the others' lives at the critical moment. To put it in the words of a monk, this was a chance that had been arranged for Withered Leaf to pay this debt of gratitude.

Jin Yang and the others had never seen Withered Leaf before, so they naturally didn't know who he was, but Withered Leaf was very familiar with Jin Yang. When Jin Yang was young, Withered Leaf had seen him, and had given him a Buddhist bead as a one-year-old gift. And now this Buddhist bead was hung on a string around Jin Yang's neck.

This bead was not an ordinary Buddhist bead, it contained a unique Spirit Qi, which was connected to the spirit of Withered Leaf. So, as long as Withered Leaf was within a certain radius around the Buddhist bead, he would be able to feel the aura of it, thus was able to rush over to save Jin Yang and the rest quickly.

Needless to say, this was indeed a great opportunity and luck.

"What if we don't?" E' Guantian did not care about the relationship that had formed between withered leaf and the Jinwu Sect. To him, if the people from the Jinwu Sect were saved by an old monk today, it would be a shame.

Ever since his debut, no one had been able to rescue people from his hand. He, E Guantian, was not called it in vain.

Furthermore, Withered Leaf was just a Fake Ancient Martial Cultivator. If two powerful half-ancient martial artists handing over someone just because of a few words from a Fake Ancient Martial Cultivator, where else could they place their face? Wasn't this humiliating the reputation of the Smile and Savage Evils?

Besides, the old monk was powerful, but the Smile and Savage Evils were not weak either. If the two of them cooperated, the old monk might not be absolutely invincible. They were from the Tian Han Sect, which was one of the three big sects of the Half Ancient Martial world. How could they be afraid of a Fake Ancient Martial Cultivator?

When Withered Leaf saw E Guantian's expression and heard his tone, he knew that the matter today would not be solved peacefully. Furthermore, he had also heard of the famous "Smile and Savage Evils," if they wanted to kill someone, no one dared to prevent them easily, or he would get killed.

However, Withered Leaf still wanted to try his best. "My two benefactors, heaven has the virtue of cherishing life. Why do you have to kill them all?"

"Old bald donkey, I don't want to waste my breath on you. Since you want to get into this muddy water, then follow the old rules. Go and die with them." After saying that, with a "shua" sound, E Guantian took out a black flute from his back which was his weapon.

It was hard to imagine that something like the flute, which was a symbol of literature and elegance and something only elegant people would like to use, would be used as a weapon by a wild and rough man, who looked like a primitive evil man.

Of course, the weapon was not important. What was important was that since he took out his weapon, it meant that the fierce battle was about to begin.

"Hehehe, Savage, don't be impulsive. If there's anything, let's sit down and discuss it peacefully." The smiling tiger on the other side walked over.

"There's nothing to talk, old bald donkey. If you want to die, I'll grant you your wish. Take this." E Guantian roared wildly and getting up suddenly and fiercely. His huge figure rushed into the dark night sky, and along with the sound of his flute ripping through the air, he smashed it towards the head of Withered Leaf.

In fact, with his smiling face, Smiling Tiger and E Guantian's minds were already linked. When E Guantian attacked, he also attacked, the steel ruler in his hand striking towards the back of Withered Leaf's head. The joint attack of the Smile and Savage Evils had an extraordinary momentum.

"Amitabha." Withered Leaf calmly chanted a Buddhist prayer, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness. At this moment, even if he did not want to hurt people, he could only force himself to do so. Before the Buddhist chanting even faded away, they only saw the skinny hand raise up, and the Buddhist beads around his neck rise into the air to meet the incoming flute and iron ruler.

In the next moment, the Buddhist beads collided with the flute and the Iron Ruler.

The battle between the three super experts was no small matter. The sounds of the fighting spread far and wide. Fortunately, it was night, and the place was rather remote. Otherwise, there was no guarantee what kinds of chaos they would stir up.

… ….

"Little Monster, did you smell anything?"

At this time, not too far away from here, Qin Hao was asking the Little Monster to search for Shi Bingying's aura.

From the moment they got off the plane, Little Monster had brought Qin Hao to this place after smelling the scent left behind by Shi Bingying.

Initially, Little Monster had a very keen sense of smell. However, after arriving in this area, the smell of sausages attracted the attention of Little Monster, causing it to have problems with its sense of smell, so it smelled along the way and arrived here.

Qin Hao looked at this remote place as well as the short and old and shabby houses around him. He was a little doubtful, why would Shi Bingying come to this kind of place?

However, he was still very confident in Little Monster's sense of smell. This was because the previous practice had proven that Little Monster's sense of smell couldn't be wrong. Maybe Shi Bingying was here.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Suddenly, Little Monster raised its head and let out a continuous "huhu" sound. It was so excited that it was even drooling.

Qin Hao's heart was immediately filled with joy, looking like she was in the house in front of them.

Indeed, with a "whoosh" sound, Little Monster rushed into the house in front of them. Qin Hao immediately chased after it.

Inside, there was a small meat processing factory. For some reason unknown, there was not a single person in the factory. On some of the shelves and poles, there were sausages of varying lengths. Little Monster pounced on the sausages and happily started to eat with a "kacha-kacha" sound.

"The heck!" Qin Hao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He really wanted to charge forward and strangle this buddy to death.

"I say, Little Monster, I wanted you to find someone, did I ask you to find sausages? What the heck!" Qin Hao roared and rushed over, reaching out his hands to grab the fur on the neck of Little Monster, which was just a cat size.

Little Monster ignored it and continued to wolf down the sausage, half of which had already been eaten up. It seemed it hadn't eaten sausages in eight hundred years.

Qin Hao was so angry that when he swept his mind, all the sausages on the shelves around him disappeared magically, all of them being sucked into his spatial ring.

"Huhuhu." After eating up the sausage, the little Monster's eyes widened. Seeing that the sausages were gone, it knew that Qin Hao had put it away, and started yelling at Qin Hao. It looked at Qin Hao pitifully with its eyes, as if it was saying: "Have mercy on me, give me something to eat."

Qin Hao glared at it, and just as he was growling at it, he heard a battle coming from afar, attracting his attention.

"Someone is fighting? Let's go look."

With a "sou" sound, Qin Hao scurried out. He could feel that it was not a fight between ordinary people, but a fight between Martial Cultivators.