The old monk waved his hand to get in the way, and the monks all rode to the side of the road to make way.
Those Han people passed away with the carriage.
After they passed by, a fat monk in his thirties said, "This woman is very familiar. Now I remember that she looks like Mrs. Wang of the South."
A horse-faced monk asked, "Have you seen Mrs. Nanwang?"
The fat monk said, "I saw it once a few years ago."
The horse-faced monk said, "Yes, but I think these symbols of Han Peijian look like people from Jianfu in the south. Since this woman is a young lady, her achievement is Xiao Nanlin’s palm bead, not Mrs. Wang in the south, but an elephant."
The old monk reprimanded the two monks and said, "If it weren’t for the North Devil’s minions, who is it? We are the enemy now, and you are still trying to find out who she is!"
The two monks quickly apologized to the older monk.
No more words
Then the monks turned their eyes to the forest.
The monks have decided for many years that he said, "Leave two brothers here and the rest of you will follow me into the forest. Be careful. Maybe the North Devil’s minions are still hiding in the forest."
Except for two monks, the remaining monks are all horses.
Their elder monks led the display of lightness skill into the forest.
After entering the forest, a bunch of monks fanned out into the forest to search for Suolin, and the north wind blew on the monks with a horrible breath, which made them feel even more bitter and cold, and the fallen leaves kept beating his face.
They held the knife and stick tightly in their hands and were alert to the search.
When the search was almost in the middle of the forest, an object suddenly fell from a tree and slammed to the ground. The monks were taken aback and they hurried to the front of it.
It turned out to be a corpse.
If the body is torn by a wild animal, it is terrible. The wound and blood have been frozen.
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The monks were surprised and angry at the corpse.
This body is the body of one of the two missing monks.
At the same time, "Ah … Ha …" sounded in the forest.
This sound is as low as the wind from a distant place, full of magic, as a sleeping devil is awakened by them and yawns.
The sound echoed around them, making it difficult for a bunch of monks to tell each other’s position. Two of these monks were not too low to judge which direction the devil’s general sound came from.
Monks quickly set up their enemy formations.
I looked somberly and looked around.
But there are several eyes, like butterflies, falling leaves and not a figure.
The elder monk Lion Gong roared, "Whether you are the devil or the talons, killing my brother is my Shaolin enemy! Show up! "
His music echoed in the forest.
The leaves around him are constantly torn by his waves.
Miao Zi, an older monk, ranked second.
Jiaomiaohong
Brother Miao Xue, too.
Of course, his martial arts is difficult to cultivate. Compared with several eminent monks, he is also a first-class master in Jianghu.
The lion roared and no one responded.
But a figure flying with fallen leaves can’t see clearly what kind of person it is.
The fat monk roared, grabbed his hand from the formation, and split the knife at the flying figure.
The knife was right in the middle, and the man’s body was almost split in half.
The body also fell to the fat monk suddenly leng.