Since the beginning of Xia Tian’s battle with Ci Yun, Ma Yang has been standing on the boat to watch.

There was always a disdainful smile on his face. He thought his estimate was absolutely correct. His immediate boss, Qinglong, looked at Xia Tian too highly, and Xia Tian was not worthy of their six doors so much attention.

He even took out his cell phone to open a video with Qinglong and told Qinglong that he had taken a look.

But in just a few seconds, Ma Yang was completely stunned.

He had already seen some clues from this battle. Ci Yun, the abbot of Jinlei Temple, who has been famous in Suzhou and Hangzhou for a long time, is no match for Xia Tian at all.

"How is this possible?"

Ma Yang held his breath, and his heart seemed as shocked as if he saw Mars hitting the earth: "How could he be so perverted this summer?"

"I have always underestimated him!"

When Ma Yang looked at Xia Tian again, the contempt in his eyes had long disappeared.

What is considered a kind of reverence, that is a reverence for the strong!

On this side, Xia Tian used his fist to slam Ci Yun backwards. With the last punch, Ci Yun was directly blown away by Xia Tian, ​​and finally landed heavily on the shore.

A big wave hit Ci Yun's body. Ci Yun let out a mouthful of blood and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Host!"

Among the crowd, two bald monks rushed over, and Junbao also subconsciously ran to this side.

"I'm defeated!"

A simple and simple sentence was spoken from Ci Yun's mouth, and then another mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

There was an uproar around.

Master Ciyun, who has been famous in Suzhou and Hangzhou for a long time, was defeated. He was not able to become famous as his senior brother Cihang fought against Tai Sui on West Lake. Instead, he was eventually defeated by a young man like Xia Tian, ​​who was less than 30 years old.

Ci Yun stood up with the help of two disciples from Jinlei Temple, then turned around and walked towards a small boat over there.

Before leaving, Ciyun glanced at Jun Bao beside Su Jiuer, which meant to ask him if he wanted to leave with him.

However, Junbao did not have this plan.

At this moment, Su Jiuer couldn't help it anymore. She couldn't accept this fact at all: "Master Ciyun."

She shouted, and Ci Yun turned around, her face still pale, and bloodshot was still hanging on the corner of her mouth.

"I'm sorry Miss Su, I've tried my best!"

"but..."

Su Jiuer wanted to say something, but Ci Yun had already gotten on the boat with the help of the two monks and left!

Ci Yun left in a hurry. Some people might think that he was afraid of death, and were worried that Xia Tian would change his mind later and kill him.

But some people also knew in their hearts that Ci Yun did not want to get involved in the next thing, because Ci Yun could no longer suppress what was going to happen next.

He did his best. Since he couldn't control Xia Tian, ​​he could only plan for Jinlei Temple.

Xia Tian just said that he would stop caring about the Su family's affairs, and the other party had already given him enough face. If he dared to continue intervening, Jinlei Temple might really face a catastrophe.

The feeling that summer gives Ci Yun is just like the feeling that Tai Sui gave him ten years ago. Even this summer is even more terrifying than Tai Sui!

The boat rides the wind and waves, but does not return to the shore, but goes away from the noisy city along the lake. Ci Yun sits cross-legged on the boat, looking at the surrounding environment, and sighs: "The senior brother once said that ten years later, Suzhou, Hangzhou and even the entire south will change. It seems that this day will come after all!"

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