Dafeng's Night Squad

After the message was sent, there was a faint hostility.

“Please lead the way!” Hengyuan lowered his head.

Under the guidance of the gatekeeper monk, they passed through the front yard and the main building and arrived at the backyard.

A middle-aged monk was standing in the corridor under the eaves. He was wearing a monk’s robe that was easy to walk in. His face was round and his earlobes were thick.

He looked at Hengyuan with a blank expression.

“Hengyuan of Azure Dragon Temple?” Monk jingchen looked at Hengyuan with a sharp gaze.

“Yes, I am.”

Monk Heng Yuan was also scrutinizing Jing Chen. At this point, he had realized that this group of fellow disciples from the Western Region harbored a vague hostility toward him.

Hengyuan did not know what this hostility was about. After all, the two sides had not come into contact before.

“Monks don’t lie!” Monk jingchen said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Hengyuan felt as if an alarm had been rung in his ears. He could not lie and had to answer honestly.

“Yes, I am.” Hengyuan put his hands together and said honestly.

Monk jingchen fell silent.

He had just used the power of a rhymist and could confirm that this monk who claimed to be Hengyuan was not lying, unless he was also a rhymist and could change the precepts on his own.

The problem was, if the person in front of him was Hengyuan, then who was the one just now?

What was his motive?

Jing Chen carefully recalled the conversation and was shocked to find that the other party had come for sang Bo’s sealed artifact.

In that case, the nature of the matter was not as simple as impersonating Hengyuan. It was related to the devil monk, so he had to treat it seriously.

the monk just now also knows the Buddhist lion’s roar. Even if he isn’t Hengyuan, he must be a Buddhist ... Even if the person in front of you is really Hengyuan, is he really here just to visit and have no other intentions?”

All sorts of thoughts flashed through monk Jing Chen’s mind. He immediately made a decision and pointed at Heng Yuan, shouting, “”Take him down!”

Immediately, two monks in blue robes stepped forward and pressed on Hengyuan’s shoulders.

Bang! Bang!

Hengyuan’s Qi movement shook and the two monks were easily sent flying.

In the corridor, monk jingchen formed a hand seal and chanted, “”I can’t move my body, I can’t move my hands, I can’t speak.”

As soon as he finished speaking, golden ripples appeared on the handprint and swept across Heng Yuan gently but firmly.

In that instant, Heng Yuan felt as if he was trapped in a quagmire. Other than his mind still working, he had lost control of his body.

“Bang Bang Bang ...”

The air around Heng Yuan exploded like small fireworks.

He was using brute force to resist the precepts, trying to break out of the quagmire.

Jing Chen frowned. The monk who called himself Hengyuan was stronger than he had expected. “Take him down quickly!” He couldn’t help but shout.

A few more warrior monks, mages, and Zen masters rushed out of the room. The latter two had low combat power and had to rely on the warrior monks to catch them.

However, Heng Yuan broke the ” precept ” before the warrior monks could surround him. He pounced on monk Jing Chen at an extremely fast speed, leaving behind an afterimage.

Hengyuan was angry and wanted to teach this fellow disciple from the West a lesson.

At this moment, a figure stood in front of Jing Chen. It was the little monk Jing si, who was wearing a blue robe and had a delicate face.

He looked at Hengyuan calmly and struck out with his palm.

There was nothing unusual when the palm force was first raised, but in the process, a little bit of golden paint split from the palm and quickly covered the palm and arm, and then the whole person became like a golden sculpture.

Clang!

His palm happened to push Hengyuan’s chest, and the latter flew out as if he had been hit by a siege wood. He broke through the wall of the inner courtyard and the main building.

The post station’s soldiers were all scared to death. They hid in their rooms and trembled, not daring to come out.

If this group of monks started fighting as soon as they moved in, wouldn’t they tear down the rest station in a few days?

“Cough cough ...”

With a painful cough, monk Hengyuan walked out and stared at Jing si without saying a word.

“You stay at the station. When uncle master du ‘e returns, he will have something to ask you,” Jing Chen said.

“Alright,” Hengyuan nodded.

At the end of the word ‘good’, he once again turned into an afterimage and pounced over fiercely. However, his target was not Jing Chen, but Jing si.

Jing si, whose body was giving off a metallic feeling, raised his hand again and slapped Hengyuan. This time, he did not hit Hengyuan. Instead, Hengyuan caught his arm joint and his huge fist continued to hit his face, making loud clanking sounds.

Jing si, who had suffered a blow to the face, knocked Hengyuan away with a headhammer. After the two of them exchanged more than ten moves, Jing Si was once again suppressed.

Heng Yuan grabbed his wrist and growled in a deep voice. He threw Jing si over his shoulder and smashed him onto the ground.

BOOM!

The black bricks that were laid in the courtyard were instantly blasted into the sky, and the ground cracked.

Hengyuan’s knee was on Jing SI’s throat, and his right fist turned into a shadow as he smashed his head again and again.

Clang clang clang clang ... Like the sound of a bell being struck, the sound waves mixed with the air currents wreaked havoc in every corner of the courtyard.

...

The tiles fell off, the flowers exploded, and the Willows broke ... In an instant, it was a complete mess.

Jing si had no ability to resist and could only cover her face and bear the blow.

“Enough!” Jing Chen said in a deep voice.

Only then did Hengyuan stop. He swung his bloodied fist and stared at Jing si coldly.”It’s just thick skin.”

At this point, the monk’s temper was finally over.

Xu Qi ‘an had always misunderstood Hengyuan. He thought that the other party was a simple and gentle ” Lu Zhishen, ” but in fact, Hengyuan was a thug wearing this simple and honest coat.

A person with a good temper would not break into the residence of count Ping Yuan at night, kill someone, and then leave.