When Yang Xingzhou came to his senses, he found that he had stood on the edge of a small town. There were rice fields around, a small river not far away, and boats on the river. It looked like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River in a picture.

At this time, a red sun bursts out in the east, and a slight cool breeze blows, which makes people feel refreshed. It is actually early morning.

When he was meditating and adjusting his breath in his house, it was actually already midnight, but in the blink of an eye, he was somewhere, and even the time was different from the time in Heifeng Village.

"Where have I come?"

Yang Xingzhou was surprised for a moment and then came to his senses: "How did I get here?"

Yang Xingzhou came to the main road and walked forward, planning to go to the town ahead to ask someone to find out what kind of world this was.

As soon as I reached the intersection of the small town, I heard a scream: "Help! A thief is killing someone!"

Yang Xingzhou was stunned, and froze slightly. He looked forward following the sound, and saw a yellow figure suddenly rising from a house not far away. This figure crossed the high wall and landed lightly on the road.

, amidst the barking of dogs, ran towards the town.

As he ran closer, he discovered that the yellow figure was holding a woman across his side. The man was thin and tall. As he ran, his yellow shirt was flying, and his whole body was like a yellow cloud, floating quickly towards the town.

Just this light skill opened Yang Xingzhou's horizons.

In the Black Wind Village, he learned Qing Kung from the old village master, and he almost reached the highest level of Qing Gong taught by the old village master. However, compared with the man in yellow, he was probably still far behind.

What's more, the man in yellow is holding a person in his arms, and his body skills are so light. This seems to be a bit deeper than Yang Xingzhou's skills.

Just looking at this man's behavior, he must be the traitor that the villagers just called him.

Seeing him running towards him, Yang Xingzhou stepped forward gently and faced the man.

The man in yellow had a black cloth on his head and a woman in his arms. His body was like wind and lightning. He ran in front of Yang Xingzhou in an instant. When he saw Yang Xingzhou blocking the way, he shouted: "Get away!"

While yelling and scolding, he held the woman with his left hand and quickly slapped Yang Xingzhou's chest with his right hand: "Death!"

Yang Xingzhou raised his palms to greet each other and said with a smile: "You want me to die? But that's not necessarily the case!"

boom!

With their palms intersecting, their bodies swayed at the same time. The black cloth covering the head of the man in yellow flew out with a strong force, revealing his bare head. There was an incense scar on the top of his head, but he was a monk.

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However, Yang Xingzhou's arms were sore and numb, and his chest was slightly stagnant. He took a few steps back before releasing the palm of the yellow-robed monk.

At this time, both of them were shocked.

The monk in yellow threw the woman in his arms away and looked at Yang Xingzhou: "What a powerful palm!"

Yang Xingzhou said calmly: "Your palm skills are not bad! How could a monk commit such a crime of raping and robbing women?"

The monk in yellow sneered: "That's all the Buddha wants, it's none of your business!"

Without waiting for Yang Xingzhou's reply, he quickly retreated. As he was retreating, his right hand reached towards his waist. A sword suddenly appeared in his hand. After pulling out the sword, the monk's retreat suddenly stopped and he suddenly rushed forward.

The sword turned into a ball of white light and shone over Yang Xingzhou's head.

"What a slutty monk!"

Yang Xingzhou was startled and hurriedly ducked away.

The monk in yellow retreated and advanced quickly. His movement skills were really astonishing. He was as straight as a ghost and had a bit of a strange evil aura. However, it looked strange and had a miraculous effect when used in actual combat. When Yang Xingzhou was about to catch up with him, he

But instead of retreating, he advanced and launched a counterattack against Yang Xingzhou. The monk's sword skills were strange and exquisite, and the sword never left Yang Xingzhou's chest and neck, so he was too busy dodging to pull out the long sword behind him.

The sword in the monk's hand was slashing faster than the last. Yang Xingzhou lost the opportunity and was enveloped by his chain of sword skills. He couldn't help but retreat. He tried to pull out the long sword from behind several times, but it was difficult to do so.

The monk in yellow is already a little bit better than Yang Xingzhou in his skill, his sword skills are also extremely good, and his experience in fighting enemies is far beyond ordinary people. At this time, he has the upper hand. With the sword in hand, the sword will not leave Yang Xingzhou's vitals. As long as Yang Xingzhou

A little negligence will lead to disembowelment.

At this moment, Yang Xingzhou suddenly opened his mouth, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm with a "poof" sound, and went straight to the door of the monk in yellow clothes.

The monk in yellow clothes was startled and hurriedly dodged away, and the sword in his hand naturally eased a bit.

In fact, it was just a mouthful of thick phlegm. Even if the monk did not avoid it, Yang Xingzhou's mouthful of phlegm could not do anything to him. However, it is human nature to avoid filth. Usually when encountering people spitting, they would avoid it and feel sick.

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When the monk saw Yang Xingzhou spitting, he dodged without thinking. It was an instinctive reaction. It was not that he was inexperienced in martial arts. He really didn't expect that in a life-and-death duel, someone would actually use the spitting move. Therefore, when dodging, he stopped using his sword.

There was an inevitable slowdown.

What Yang Xingzhou wanted was this slow movement. When the monk in yellow dodges, he used his legs hard and stepped back suddenly. He reached behind his hand and with a flash of cold light, he pulled out the long sword and pointed the tip of the sword at the monk: "So lewd."

Monk, tell me your name!?"
Chapter completed!