He Lan Tianxia

Being a seasoned veteran, the abbot quickly recovered from his initial shock. He stood the staff upright on the ground, grabbed the end of the staff with his right hand, and spun it 360 degrees, thus avoiding Ling Yi's attack while also launching a sneak attack on Murong Junlan.

Killing two birds with one stone? Murong Junlan and Ling Yi quickly exchanged a glance. The snake and the human attacked the abbot from above and below. The abbot was attacked from both sides and was temporarily at a disadvantage.

While the two men and the snake were locked in fierce combat, the monk who had initially headed straight for the woman's room seized the opportunity to enter. Murong Junlan watched with growing anxiety. He wanted to abandon the abbot, but the abbot, seeing through his intentions, held him back. The abbot was even more worried that the abbot's body had been moved, so he fought even more fiercely, shouting loudly:

"Little King Kong".

Upon hearing this, the other four monks immediately abandoned their opponents and surrounded the abbot, shouting in unison, "All Buddhas return to our hearts—"

Swish, swish, swish. The four monks surrounded the abbot, united against the outside world, and instantly completed a four-fold protective technique of sword, fist, palm, and finger. My goodness, Murong Junlan's palm strike bounced back with a "bang," making my arm feel a little numb.

"A steel wall?" Luo Xie exclaimed.

Murong Junlan frowned as well. His attacks were like hitting a steel plate. The Little Vajra Formation was indeed powerful, and Murong Junlan was at a loss for what to do.

Luo Xie refused to accept this logic. After several unsuccessful attacks, he thrust his carrying pole forward. What move? The pole touched a monk's armpit, and the monk frowned. At this moment, Murong Junlan felt the airflow at the top of the formation reverse. He threw his thin rope and pulled it again, making a loud "bang" like striking a rock. Murong Junlan dared not be careless. His thin rope whirred as he attacked while observing the movements of the five people, but it seemed that even a fly couldn't get into the Small Vajra Formation.

"Lingyi, Luoxie, go!" Murong Junlan refused to believe that several people couldn't break through. The innkeeper, after watching for a while, didn't stand idly by and charged in directly. The small Vajra Formation, with four people attacking five, was evenly matched. The difference was that the four on the outside each used their own methods, while the five on the inside were of one mind. In a battle between experts, the difference was only a hair's breadth, and the small Vajra Formation had a slight advantage. What Murong Junlan and the others didn't notice was that, led by the abbot, the small Vajra Formation gradually moved towards the woman's door. By the time Murong Junlan realized it, the small Vajra Formation had already covered the woman's door.

Danger! Murong Junlan cried out in alarm. He used his desert lightness skill to fight his way through, but couldn't break into the Small Vajra Formation. Just then, the abbot forcefully extended his staff, slamming the door open. Murong Junlan and the others widened their eyes simultaneously, almost at the same time unleashing their most ferocious strikes at the abbot.

"Boom." The Little Vajra Formation shook, and the abbot was clearly taken aback. Murong Junlan was startled. It seemed to be someone inside. Who was inside? Yan'er? Had she woken up? As Murong Junlan was guessing, he saw a figure standing there.

The pale-faced scholar? Wasn't he in the room next door? When did he sneak into Yan'er's room? He was fighting and had been paying attention to the commotion over there, so how come he didn't notice? How long had he been in there? What did he do to Yan'er? Murong Junlan's heart was in turmoil.

With a hiss, another piece of Murong Junlan's robe was torn.

"Your Highness, be careful!" Lingyi saw the abbot's staff coming straight down and had no choice but to rush forward to block it. Murong Junlan came to his senses, drew a thin rope, and with a move called "Silver Circle Illusion," finally managed to stop the staff for a moment. Just as Murong Junlan was about to exert his strength, a thin rope suddenly lashed out from within, followed by a woman's delicate cry.

"Silver Ring Dream Shadow. Look at the rope... Hmm?" The woman tugged hard at the thin rope, but it got stuck. Who was playing such a big prank? The woman tugged harder and harder, but still couldn't budge it. Looking around, she saw that her thin rope was tangled with Prince Murong's, with a large staff fixed in the middle.