The next day, because the little monk lost the Golden Buddha and pretended to be ill, he didn''t start on his way. The old monk had no choice but to go out for alms. By the way, he checked the apprentice''s body and found that he was all right. He muttered and went to the market.


    It took several days. Every night, the female ghost would come to the little monk and help the little monk get the Golden Buddha. To tell the truth, the old monk''s mana was profound, but he was a passer-by. There was no need to knock. The tree spirit behind the female ghost knew that it would not take advantage of it and gave up.


    But fate will always come unknowingly. At this time, Yang Xuan has understood that this is the plot of the ghost of a beautiful woman. Anyway, it has little to do with himself, so let him go. When his injury recovers, he can go home.


    But when people sat at home, the disaster came from heaven. Originally, the healing was very smooth. I don''t know what happened to these people and ghosts, but they didn''t come to the second floor. Yang Xuan was also happy and quiet.


    But this day was unusual. The little monk brought back a brave man. They whispered. They originally planned to find out the whereabouts of the old monk from Xiaoqian''s mouth. No wonder they hadn''t seen the old monk for several days. It turned out that the master was caught by a monster.


    It goes without saying that the Yingwu man is Yan Chixia. According to what Yang Xuan knows, this guy went on the road of cultivation only after he got the relics of Yan Chixia he knows. It seems that he has a chance to ask him how Yan Chixia is doing now.


    But I didn''t expect that the young Yan Chixia directly started with the tree demon. Not only the first floor was beaten to pieces, but also the wing rooms on the second floor began to collapse. A sword fighting skill is reasonable, and a plant tree demon is endless. Don''t mention how hot it is.


    After the sound of "Ping Lin Bang", young Yan Chixia was directly beaten into Yang Xuan''s wing room. The form was urgent, and she didn''t find anyone else in the room.


    The tree demon was unreasonable and unforgiving. Countless branches began to grow rapidly. She had a plan to bind young Yan Chixia, but young Yan Chixia was sharp and kept cutting off the branches inserted towards her body with a big sword.


    Looking at the two people getting bigger and stronger, there was a faint sign of fighting towards themselves. Yang Xuan roared in his heart, "you two, don''t come over."


    Between the lightning and flint, young Yan Chixia''s back leaned against Yang Xuan without accident. With a powerful force, one person and one demon flew directly from the second floor to the outside of lanruo temple. This was the strength that Yang Xuan stopped before a moment, otherwise the two guys would have been shocked to death.


    At the thought of Hongjun''s solemn old face and the constantly rubbing fingers on his hands, Yang Xuan was angry.


    The person who was bounced off was a demon. He looked at each other and quickly left each other.


    "Old monster, who is in the wing room on the second floor of lanruo temple."


    "Hum, young man, how can I know that I''m not in charge of lanruo temple."


    They looked at each other and fought together again. At a critical juncture, Xiaoqian secretly reported to them so that they could retreat smoothly.


    The next day was a big day. The little monk and the big man finally found the imprisoned old monk with their unremitting efforts. The three returned to lanruo Temple together. When they heard that Yan Chixia was shocked by something on the second floor, the old monk became curious.


    After discussion, the three decided to go to the second floor of lanruo temple to see what was going on. The old monk was blind. Of course, the little monk, as an apprentice, had to carry him behind his back.


    When the three of them came to the wing room, Yan Chixia blinked her eyes. She was dreaming. Yesterday, the bed, chair and cabinet were smashed. Of course, it was not her own credit. The tree demon also had a share.


    A man who can''t see a piece of the whole body is sitting cross legged in the middle. He looks solemn, has star eyebrows and sword eyes, and the contour of his face is orderly. It gives people a very comfortable feeling. But when he sees him, he can''t bear to gamble. There is no good meat all over his body, and the bones on his arms are poked out.


    Yan Chixia was a little confused and asked the old monk, "master, does the man sitting opposite have any ideas?"


    The old monk was surprised. "It''s impossible. There''s no one in this room."


    Just after the old monk said this, the little monk and Yan Chixia shivered. Is it not that the man in front of him is a ghost.


    As if she felt a strange look, Yan Chixia said awkwardly, "what are ghosts to be afraid of? I didn''t fight with the tree spirit yesterday."


    "Don''t talk nonsense. Go and see what he is?" The little monk urged.


    Yan Chixia swallowed her saliva and stretched out her hand to Yang Xuan''s breath. The more she stretched out, the slower she was. In the end, she was just like a tortoise. Yan Chixia now muttered in her heart. In terms of mana, the old monk completely defeated herself. At his level, no one can not only see it with glasses, but also feel it. It is difficult for an eminent monk to be wrong.


    Just when Yan Chixia''s fingers were about to put under Yang Xuan''s breath, a pair of eyes opened faintly. Yan Chixia was stunned. She had deep eyes and terrible eyes. It seemed that she was inferior to an mole ant in his eyes.


    Just for a moment, Yang Xuan''s eyes returned to a gentle state. Just now, it was deep, as if it was an illusion.


    "What is your relationship with Yan Chixia?" Yang Xuan woke up and asked directly to the theme.


    Yan Chixia was stunned. "I am Yan Chixia. Do I know you?"


    Yang Xuan raised his mouth and showed a disdainful look. "Fart, Yan Chixia is a big beard. Besides, he was middle-aged when he separated more than 100 years ago. Don''t tell me you''ll rejuvenate."


    More than a hundred years ago


    Three people were down in an instant.


    "What do you call this elder?" After the old monk came down from his apprentice, he respectfully said to Yang Xuan that just now there were only three people in the room, and he didn''t know what was going on. Suddenly there was a person in the room, which was too shocking for the old monk. A person can approach three people without sound, which means he can take three lives without sound.


    "Old monk, wait and tell you. I suggest you consolidate your cultivation. The fruit position is unstable." Yang Xuan once again asked the young swallow, "let''s make complaints about where the red clouds are."


    Young Yan Chixia didn''t know whether what Yang Xuan said was true or not. She grabbed her head and hardened her scalp and said, "Yan Chixia is closed in Kunlun mountain. I, I''m just a last student. After entering, he passed me some spells and cultivation methods and sent me down the mountain. I think his reputation and prestige will be used."


    "Hoo ~ ~"


    Yang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the old guy didn''t die, otherwise he would have one less friend.