The old man put down the tea lamp and looked at Luo Chuan: "buy it now, five cart Yin coins."


    "Sure enough, the king of hell likes to see that kids are difficult to deal with. You really dare to speak." Luo Chuan sneered.


    "You''re right." the middle-aged man on the left smiled: "we are the kids outside the Apocalypse capital. But if you don''t serve us comfortably, you won''t want to enter the Apocalypse capital all your life."


    "As the saying goes, wealth is not exposed. You are a beginner and have no experience. We have taught you a lesson. The five cart Yin coins are regarded as tuition fees. At least we have left you a cart." the middle-aged friar on the right does not hide his greed in his eyes.


    The three monks have a mind to eat Luochuan. They can''t even enter Jiupin, but even if the disciples of Tianhua palace and Nanyou sect come alone, they can''t escape their extortion and exploitation through the transmission Taoist school, let alone the young friars in front of them come from the empty mountain boundary of the fading west mountain.


    Luo Chuan swept three friars coldly. He took out all six chariot Yin coins by mistake. Although he was a little reckless, he didn''t think it was a big deal. But I didn''t expect to encounter such a thing.


    He only came to save Zhou''s bad minister and didn''t want to do much.


    After a moment of silence, Luo Chuan took out the master''s Dragon talisman from the storage ring and put it in front of the three.


    "Do you know it?"


    The golden talisman glittered and the Dragon roared, and the four characters of "guru of Ryukyu" gathered in the air.


    The three monks who were in charge of the monastery changed their faces and stared at the guru''s Dragon talisman in disbelief.


    "Huang Lao, is that... Guru Long Fu?" the middle-aged friar on the left looked at Luo Chuan in horror and preached.


    "If you have the guru''s Dragon talisman, according to the etiquette, you need to take the honor guard of the third grade Taoist official and send it to the Apocalypse capital with a green Jiao flying car."


    "Huang Lao, what should we do? We''ve hit an iron plate this time! If the guru tells us about this, we''ll all be abolished... This is the best end!"


    After looking at the three people with flustered eyes, Luo Chuan took back the guru''s Dragon talisman and walked out. The old Ryukyu king didn''t brag. The guru''s Dragon talisman really worked.


    Staring at Luo Chuan''s back, the old man''s face changed, his eyes flickered, and suddenly burst out laughing: "hahaha... Guru of the state of Ryukyu? I have guarded the transmission Dharma array for so many years, I have seen thousands of friars, and I have never heard that a friar of the virtual pill period can be a guru of the state. Little thief, where did you steal this guru''s Dragon talisman?"


    Luo Chuan turned a deaf ear and walked out.


    "Bold!"


    "Stop!"


    Cold drinks sounded from behind, and Luo Chuan pressed his anger.


    These three little ghosts before the Apocalypse have no reason to be greedy and bold.


    Behind the red sandalwood hall, there is a faint light.


    That''s the exit. Luo Chuan quickened his pace.


    "Hahaha, boy, do you really think you can go out? Xia Zu is like a law! Seal this road!"


    Luo Chuan wrinkled his brow and showed his thunder evasion skill. He turned into a purple thunder light and flew forward quickly.


    In an instant, a bronze wall rose at the exit of the main hall, and dense black patterns were engraved on the wall. Luo Chuan just hit the wall, and suddenly the brilliance bloomed. The majestic force hit him, and with a roar, Luo Chuan flew out.


    Outside the red sandalwood hall, the young monks are whispering and talking. Although they have been waiting for more than an hour, they still talk enthusiastically about the local tyrant who has just entered the hall.


    A loud noise came from the hall, and then a figure flew out upside down, as fast as lightning. In the twinkling of an eye, it had swept over the huge square, and its head hit the jade transmission array.


    Dong!


    There was another loud noise, and the residual force diffused, and the whole Taoist temple shook slightly.


    The monks waiting in line turned pale and were silent. This extremely miserable collision made them feel that their heads hurt, not to mention the parties.


    Nine times out of ten, the unlucky man won''t live.


    The Yuexing sect disciple at the end of the team suddenly exclaimed, "ah! It''s a local tyrant!"


    "Local tyrant? What''s going on?"


    "How did the tyrant fly out?"


    "I don''t know!"


    Three figures appeared on the steps in front of the hall.


    The old man surnamed Huang standing in the middle looked around at the crowd and said with a sneer: "this son came from an unknown source and stole huge wealth. After we found out, he became angry and broke into the transmission Taoist temple without permission. Now, he has been punished by our Dharma."


    The friars in the square were silent, glancing at Luo Chuan who didn''t know his life and death next to the transmission array from time to time, showing sympathy.


    Although they are young, they can walk outside all year round. Compared with the disciples who are not involved in the world in the sect, they are all familiar with human feelings and the world, and they know the tricky things in the Taoist school.


    Few of them believe the lies of the old man surnamed Huang. Nine times out of ten, the local tyrant refused to pay bribes, angered the three monitoring friars and was poisoned by them.


    This kind of thing has long been common in the conveyor Academy.


    "All of you present are witnesses," said Youyou, a middle-aged man on the left.


    "This man seeks his own death, which has nothing to do with us. If someone asks how he died in the future, do you know how to answer?" the middle-aged friar on the right looked around at the people, and his tone was threatening.


    "Die, sir." the cold voice sounded from a distance.


    The old man surnamed Huang was stunned. He saw that the young friar who thought he had been killed on the transmission array rubbed his scalp, stood up, burst out red light in his eyes and looked at him.


    "Is the local tyrant still alive?"


    "What a hard life!"


    "That''s jade! How hard is the local tyrant''s scalp!"


    The old man surnamed Huang snorted and said with a secret smile, "if you die, you can finish it all. Unfortunately, you are still alive. According to the law of the great Xia Dynasty, stealing huge wealth, bribery and supervision can''t be done, and breaking into the transmission Taoist temple is such a felony. It''s enough to peel and cut bones with a thunder fire knife, cut thousands of knives, and die on the 49th day of July."


    Luo Chuan smiled sarcastically on his face and walked to the red sandalwood hall step by step: "what a big crime. It''s clear that you are bold, take bribes and regard the law of the great Xia as nothing. Do you really think everyone is a fool?"


    "The evidence is conclusive. Do you still want to deny it?" the old man surnamed Huang bowed down and looked down at Luo Chuan with a sneer: "there are both witness and material evidence. No one will believe you if you speak eloquently and exaggerate."


    Luo Chuan smiled angrily: "you know my identity, but you dare to say these words and falsely frame me for no reason. With this alone, you are in great danger."


    Thinking of the master dragon talisman, the old man surnamed Huang turned pale, and the middle-aged friars on both sides showed a nervous look at the same time.


    The imperial masters of the Tiannan region were all canonized by the monarch on behalf of heaven, second only to the national masters of the Xia and Zhou dynasties, and enjoyed more than three grades in the Xia Dynasty.


    The three of them, as the monitoring envoys of the transmission Dharma array, although they can dominate the transmission Taoist academy, they can''t really enter the ninth grade, the least popular Taoist officials in Daxia. Compared with guru Tiannan, it''s more than just one day at a time.


    There is a trace of mystery in the young man''s demeanor, words and deeds, including his unharmed collision with bluestone. Even if it''s not the guru of the state of Ryukyu, it matters a lot. Otherwise, how can you have the guru''s Dragon talisman?


    Thinking of this, the three sweated slightly on their foreheads and passed a cruel look to each other.


    Up to now, I can only kill people and kill people. Never let this son go out of the temple.


    How can Luo Chuan not find the killing intention of the three.


    He had planned to enter the Apocalypse capital in a low-key way and act secretly. Unfortunately, it backfired. Now he can only break out.


    The robe sleeves rolled up without wind, and a sense of killing rose from behind Luochuan,


    The friars in the square changed color. The friar of Yuexing sect at the end of the team looked at Luo Chuan complicatedly and whispered: "Taoist friends, don''t do it. The transmission Taoist temple is their territory. If it''s a dragon or a tiger, you have to lie on your stomach! It''s better to give them Yin coins so as not to make things big."


    Luo Chuan smiled at the man. In a flash, his eyes were cold and turned into a wind shadow. He swept over the huge white jade square and rushed straight to the red sandalwood hall.


    "As you can see, it was he who wanted to die."


    The old man surnamed Huang laughed loudly. Two middle-aged friars, one left and one right, turned into two lights and intercepted Luo Chuan.


    In an instant, the three were close.


    The middle-aged monk on the left took a flying sword in the palm of his hand, but the sword burst out, but turned into bits and pieces in the middle, and besieged Luochuan from all directions. The monk on the right kneaded the seal, a green wood ghost demon stepped out of the air, waved eight arms and smashed at Luo Chuan.


    Looking at this aura, Luo Chuan knew that the methods they used were at least seven grades.


    The Daxia friars who only guard the transmission Dharma array can master the seven Dharma sect that the elite disciples of the general sect may have. We can see the details of the Daxia Dynasty.


    Luo Chuan stopped his body method, and his body emerged inch by inch from the wind shadow.


    The friar summoning the flying sword was overjoyed. With his wrist outspread, the scattered red mans gathered into a tide, washed away a short distance and hit Luochuan.


    "Bluff, that''s all." the old man surnamed Huang laughed.


    Most of the monks in the square trembled and their faces showed flesh pain.


    The next moment, everyone was stunned.


    The sound of gold and stone hit one after another, and the dense sword seemed to meet an iron wall, which was forcibly bounced out by Luo Chuan''s flesh. Luo Chuan''s skin exposed outside his robe is as smooth as ever, without even a trace of scars, and vaguely emits a jade white luster.