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Yang Xi'er closed her eyes and coquettishly said: "I'm asleep!" Jun Lin Yue smiled as he hugged her and laid her down slowly.

The next morning, the sparrow landed on a branch and chattered as it woke Yang Xi'er up. However, she didn't find any trace of Jun Linyue.

There was a hubbub outside the door. It was unknown when it had happened, but Yang Xi'er only felt a little pain in her head. Thus, she sat up and slowly got off the bed.

There was no one outside. The noise must have come from outside the temple. Although he couldn't make out what was going on, it seemed as if the debate was extremely intense. Yang Xi'er walked towards the door step by step, vaguely saw that the sun had already risen, shining through the branches, onto the everlasting Little Buddha Temple.

Beyond the screen of the temple was the gate. At this time, the door was opened, and the sound became clearer and clearer. Outside the door, at the foot of the steps, was a stone pillar with the words "Little Buddha Temple" written on it. On the east side of the small temple, under a row of trees, was a row of monks. Yang Xi'er was a little shocked, this person really did come here.

Along the walls of the temple, one could faintly hear the voice of the Monarch's Profound. Jun Juanxuan floated in the air, a devilish smile on his face as he said, "Fellow monks, I am not going to make any enemies of you. As long as you hand over the two young men who stayed with you last night, I will no longer disturb you!"

Jun Lin Yue clasped his hands together and spread them out in both directions, as a surge of power slowly gathered. He said fiercely, "I won't be polite!"

With that, a strong gust of wind blew towards them.

A row of monks stood against the wind, their robes fluttering. Each of them had their left hand placed on their chest, while their right hand held a stick. Half of their shoulders were exposed, and not a single trace of fear could be seen on their faces.

At this time, the old man in the middle said, "Benefactor, there is no need to make things difficult for these two young people. Since they have come to the Little Buddha Temple, they are my guests. As long as they wish to stay, the old monk will not interfere. In addition, I do not have the authority to speak up for them. If you really want to take someone from me, I can only tell you that this is impossible! "

"Hmph, old monk. I see that you are already old and you do not wish to fight." If I kill you later, don't blame me for being ruthless! "

Old Man Wushang said, "Amitabha, this is an important Buddhist place. Let's not talk about killing. If you want to force this old monk to kill you, don't regret it. "Amitabha."

"Hmph, so long-winded!" In a fit of anger, Jun Juanxuan leaped up, intending to jump into the small temple not too far away from where he stood. However, Old Man Wushang was sitting in the air. With a tap of his golden finger, a Buddhist Eight Trigrams Tai Chi appeared out of thin air and then disappeared. The eight trigram diagram rotated, and a beam of golden light flew out, drawing a line in front of Jun Juanxuan's eyes.

It was too late for Sovereign Profound Realm to dodge, a cut was made on his chest and face. At that moment, the front of Jun Sacred Profound's clothes tore apart, and a little blood leaked out of the wound on his face.

With a flip, Monarch Sacred Xuan landed on the ground, as he glared at the old man. That golden light was not just a single ray of light, but it carried a powerful mana. This mana had gone through the opening of the Buddha, and its power was boundless. It was also related to the depth of the old man's own cultivation.

Elder Shang said, "Amitabha. Be it cultivation of the profound or cultivation of the Dao, you must never forget that there is a third type of power in this world, and that is Buddha! "

With that, a golden Buddhist formation appeared in the air, like a huge net that was erected in front of the old man. Under the rotation of the Taiji eight trigram diagram, the huge net was filled with branches of heaven and earth that were slowly moving, and an invisible force was slowly gathering.

With a push of a single hand, a gust of wind blew behind him. No matter if it was his beard, or his robes, or the clothes of others, they were all blown backwards.

At the same time, a surge of powerful energy also flew towards the direction of the Monarch Sacred Profound. At the same time, a surge of powerful energy also flew towards the direction of the Monarch Sacred Profound.

However, Jun Juanxuan was not someone who would just sit still and wait for death. If he were to dodge like that right now, he would inevitably be battered and exhausted, and it would be completely useless. At this time, Monarch Sacred Profound released a mysterious technique, a single hand covering the sky. A muffled sound echoed in the air not too far away from his head, "Boom!" It was like a giant thunder had struck his ears, causing fear in others who heard it, and the sound shook their hearts and minds. The surrounding trees began to tremble, and even the stones on the ground began to jump.

The two forces were like two gusts of wind, confronting each other from top to bottom in the air.

At this time, Jun Juanxuan smiled. He slowly began to adapt to the power of the ten monks in front of him, and pushed his other hand forward with a formidable strength.

Instantly, the air between the two exploded, and with a "hong long" sound, another explosion occurred. White smoke came out, and an invisible wave surged out in all directions. The surrounding trees, flowers and plants all snapped and fell. Even the outer walls of the small buddhist temple were almost split open.

Jun Juanxuan turned around, and then flew down from the sky, landing on a branch, while at the same time, a row of monks was unable to withstand this power and began to retreat. They became unsteady, and fell to the ground, blood flowing from their nostrils.

But luckily he had the Heart Protection Art. The few of them immediately sat down and started meditating. One by one, they began cultivating and slowly adjusted their bodies. Old Man Wushang smiled, his beard blowing in the wind, his robes fluttering in the wind. He slowly landed on the ground.

Suddenly, with a "pu" sound, old man Wushang choked up a mouthful of blood. His internal organs had already suffered a great deal of damage. The disciples all stood up with worry, supporting their injured bodies, they shouted: "Master! Are you alright? "

Elder Wu Shang waved his hand.

On the other side, Jun Lin Yue burst into laughter, "Hahaha …" If even my profound strength can't block it, what is there to fill it up for? Hand over those two! "

Yang Xi'er saw all of this. He didn't understand why the old man was so protective of them, but the best thing to do at this moment was to get out of here as quickly as possible. But at the same time, there was no trace of Jun Lin Yue. Helpless, she could only continue watching.

At this time, if Jun Sacred Profound knew that they had already left, he definitely wouldn't have made things difficult for this old monk anymore, right? With this thought in mind, in order to save this old monk, Yang Xi'er opened her mouth and was about to shout: "I'm here, come catch me!" However, a person behind him covered his mouth.

She called out 'oh' and turned her head. It was none other than Jun Linyue. She whispered, "Where did you go? In order to protect us, the abbot was injured."

Jun Linyue didn't have time to say anything. He carefully examined the surroundings and said, "The abbot's power is behind his back, but is he actually no match for my uncle?" Then even more so, I am no match for him. "