Starting from Tianlong, Wudu Tianxia

Chapter 92 Penglai's Ultimate Skills

The highest-ranking monk at Dayunming Temple was a mere altar master who was posing as the abbot.

There are comparisons made with Guo Jie, Ye Hanbing, and others.

Gao Yuan had a rough estimate of the Zoroastrian leader's strength.

In any case, it won't be higher than Hong Zhaoren's.

After a moment's consideration, he began to walk silently among the various courtyards.

At night, members of the Zoroastrian sect disguised as warrior monks stand guard at Dayunming Temple.

The guards were lax, and they probably never imagined that someone would be so bold as to venture into this dangerous place alone.

"Cough cough cough!!"

A violent, suppressed cough echoed in a quiet meditation room of the temple.

"Master, please...please calm down!"

"Smack!"

Inside the meditation room, Jiang Hua, her face contorted with rage, smashed the third celadon cup!

"Cough! A bunch of useless trash. How many people are there in the Dongying Gang, including the gang leader and hall masters? Even if you let them catch hundreds of pigs standing still, they couldn't catch them all at once."

Yu Quan touched his bald head, his face dark, and said, "Wang Weizhi doesn't have the guts. He can't possibly take down Pu Shangnong and the other two, let alone with Master Qiu present. With the four of them joining forces, how can an ordinary person withstand them?"

"Investigate! Send people to investigate and find out who is backing Wang Wei."

Jiang Hua was panting heavily, her face contorted with rage.

"Don't report this to higher authorities yet. Wait until we've found the person, taken Wang Wei's head, and then report it to the leader!"

"Cough cough~!" Jiang Hua suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Master, are you alright? Who injured you?"

Yu Quan spoke anxiously, a hint of worry showing between his brows.

Grandma's.

Master, you must hold on! I cannot bear the blame for this all by myself!

"It's alright..."

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"Such powerful palm strikes! The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms truly live up to their reputation!"

Jiang Hua felt a little better after coughing up blood for the third time.

He let out a long breath.

"Those who wield the Fire Wheels are all good-for-nothings! The whole thing is a load of rubbish, a bunch of filthy beggars! Where did this kid who knows the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms come from? How hateful!"

That was a very dangerous situation.

If it weren't for the other followers fighting desperately, he would have surely died under that kid's palm in less than ten moves.

"Could it be that the Fire Wheel deliberately tricked our Drywood Wheel?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Quan immediately became anxious. The matter of the Green Mountain bandits had not yet been resolved, and now the Beggars' Clan had produced another nameless master.

"It's hard to say."

"Yan Beifeng and the Left Envoy have a long-standing feud, and our Wheel Master is a direct subordinate of the Left Envoy. It's not impossible that they deliberately withheld crucial information to trap us!"

He felt angry, as if he had been played for a fool.

Yu Quan said angrily, "These bastards, it's one thing to fight for power and profit all the time, but now they're treating the important affairs of the Holy Church like a joke. Do they really think we, the Drywood Wheel, are easy to bully?"

A fierce glint flashed in Jiang Hua's eyes.

"Don't rush to take control of the fire wheel; let's clean up the mess in Rongzhou first."

"Furthermore, the Beggars' Sect's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms can only be passed down to the sect leader. That young man must be a core figure in the Beggars' Sect. Rumor has it that Wang Jiantong's health is not as good as before, so this person may be their next sect leader candidate."

"Report this to the church immediately. That scoundrel has repeatedly ruined our plans. We must keep him here this time."

He clutched his chest, his face showing resentment.

If I had known this would happen, I should have summoned all the followers of the sect in Quanzhou and used human lives to fight that beggar gang brat.

Thinking of this, I felt quite frustrated.

That kid was only in his early twenties, yet his skill was actually higher than his own. He, the dignified master of a jar, was beaten and forced to flee in disarray.

He was filled with anger and regret, realizing he shouldn't have trusted the message sent by the Fire Wheel.

Then he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Protect me!"

"Yes."

He swallowed his anger, gave instructions to Yu Quan, and then sat down to meditate and heal his injuries.

The boy's internal energy was still causing trouble in his body, blocking his meridians and causing his qi to stagnate, resulting in extremely slow healing.

Just as Jiang Hua calmed down, his hearing returned to normal, and he sensed something unusual moving on the roof.

He suddenly raised his head!

With a "click".

Suddenly, the roof of the entire meditation room shook, old ash sifted down, and broken tiles fell.

The two men below flicked their monk robes, creating a strong gust of wind that cleared their vision.

"Who is it?!"

Jiang Hua unleashed his inner power, roaring like thunder, and a white figure fell from the sky.

Yu Quan's eardrums buzzed as he heard an echo of "Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?"

Jiang Hua's shout was suppressed by an internal force.

He could tell from the slightest thing that the newcomer's skill was in no way inferior to his own.

He already had internal injuries, and fearing for his life, he was unwilling to confront this unfamiliar expert head-on.

He stomped his feet hard and blasted backward!

As he gathered his strength, he didn't forget to shout angrily, "Kill!"

Yu Quan stepped forward, ready to cooperate with the altar master to capture this person.

But as soon as he took a step forward, he was shocked to see Jiang Hua retreat suddenly.

At this point, the entire structure was in disarray, riddled with flaws.

The newcomer's lightness skill was especially unexpected; the white figure rushed towards him like a dragon.

In a daze, Yu Quan felt a round iron object pressed tightly against his chest.

Too late to react.

With a sharp whistling sound, a steel needle pierced his heart, and he collapsed to the ground, trembling violently.

Jiang Hua, who had retreated abruptly, glanced back and saw Yu Quan's crooked neck facing him, her eyes wide open.

It's as if it's saying, "Your subordinate is waiting for you on the road to the underworld."

"Guards! Guards!"

Without wasting any words, Jiang Hua immediately shouted.

But it was too late; few could escape the power of Lingbo Weibu.

Jiang Hua was the leader of the Zoroastrian sect, so how could he not judge that his lightness skill was inferior to the newcomer's? He didn't care about his injuries at the moment.

With a powerful outstretched hand, his five fingers clenched together, and the entire coffee table was lifted up like a kite by a strong gust of wind, crashing directly into the person who had just arrived.

He could neither dodge nor evade, but instead point his finger at the target!

In an instant, the entire elmwood table was struck as if by lightning, instantly turning into large pieces of broken wood!

Based on his years of experience fighting to the death, Jiang Hua turned around.

The sword's point pierced through the wood chips.

Although Jiang Hua avoided vital points, his left arm was pierced by the force of the qi, and his monk's robe was torn.

too fast!

He rolled on the ground, unable to run outside, but Gao Yuan was already in front of him.

Jiang Hua roared and unleashed a set of impenetrable fist techniques, focusing solely on vital points.

After exchanging dozens of blows with their fists and palms, Jiang Hua was forced to retreat and stick to the wall by the opponent's internal energy!

He pushed all his internal energy techniques to their limits.

At this moment, they heard a commotion inside the temple and saw people rushing towards them. A series of footsteps grew closer and closer.

Jiang Hua was overjoyed: "Come quickly and help me!"

No sooner had he uttered that sound than his opponent suddenly produced an iron flute.

Gao Yuan recalls the scene when he first met Yan Xi.

He imitated him by pressing down on the tail of the iron flute with his wrist.

Tie Xiao immediately flipped over, brushing against Jiang Hua's arm that was blocking his way.

Then, with an upward thrust, he aimed straight for his throat.

Jiang Hua was no match for him, and his block missed its target, immediately realizing something was wrong.

At this point, your actions can't keep up with your thoughts at all!

As he countered, another sharp whistle rang out.

"Click!"

Suddenly, his Adam's apple snapped.

The steel needle pierced through the throat, leaving a trail of blood at the end, before embedding itself straight into the blue brick wall, the needle trembling.

Finished!

As Jiang Hua lay dying, she tried to call out one last time.

But his Adam's apple was broken, leaving only a gurgling sound like air leaking out.

"Sizzle~!"

Jiang Hua stumbled and smashed the vase. By the time the monks from Dayunming Temple rushed to the door, he was already dead beyond any doubt.

"Altar Master!"

Several people shouted in unison and rushed in, dragging Jiang Hua's body out of the broken vase.

When I looked up again at the large hole in the roof...

The murderer had already escaped.

After discovering that Jiang Hua was dead, chaos erupted in the temple!