When they passed by Yuanfeng and the six of them, they all stared angrily.

Yuanfeng and the others didn't care, staring at each of them intently, solemnly and calmly.

Fakong immediately understood what they meant.

No wonder the masters of Can Tiandao are furious.

Obviously Yuanfeng and the others had to be on guard against any Dayong masters mixing in with the crowd and following them into Daqian.

If there is a master of Dayong who enters Daqian among the masters of Cantian Dao, then it is the responsibility of Kongang Temple.

This is everyone's responsibility.

Yang Ying stood beside Yuan Feng, watching the rows of Cantian Dao masters passing by, while Tang Yueyan stood beside Yang Ying.

Fakong shook his head secretly.

Lin Feiyang didn't say anything about the situation of the others, but looking at the appearance of these Cantian Dao masters, one could tell that the battle was going to be tragic.

As far as the eye can see, there are twelve corpses in total, and thirty-one are seriously injured.

There are a total of 521 masters of Can Tiandao, so the casualty rate is not high.

But these are all elites, and if one of them dies, it is a big loss.

Fakong continued to watch with his inner eye, seeing that after they arrived at this side, they continued walking down without stopping.

They all had tragic looks on their bodies.

My mind changed slightly.

Suddenly, I noticed that the light on their bodies was like blazing flames, and the color of the flames rose into the sky.

This is filled with rage.

This is a good thing. The feud between Cantian Dao and Jingang Temple has become serious, and it is not inferior to the Wuchang Sword Sect.

Fakong shook his head.

——

They kept walking down and suddenly stopped when they reached the halfway point of the mountain.

At the junction of ice, snow and green grass, in front of a pine forest, a group of monks are standing solemnly.

There were about a hundred monks, their gray robes fluttering.

One hundred monks had the power of a thousand, which made the masters of Cantian Dao immediately alert.

After fighting hard, although they won a great victory, they were still exhausted. They just wanted to lie down and have a good sleep, instead of using their skills to forcefully recover from exhaustion.

This is an unspeakable mental exhaustion.

At this time, one hundred masters from Vajra Temple suddenly attacked. Even if there were five hundred of them, they might not be able to win.

Are the guys at Kongoji Temple really so despicable? Isn't that the case?

They stopped and gathered together to form a circle.

When Yang Ying received the news, she frowned and looked at the six Yuanfeng people.

The six Yuanfeng people didn't seem to notice Li Zhu running over and talking to Yang Ying in a low voice, their eyes fixed on the rows of Cantian Tao masters walking past.

There are more than a hundred rows, and even if all the movements are extremely fast, it will still take a while.

"Young Master..." Li Zhu said anxiously: "Would you like to go over and have a look? They are really too..."

Yang Ying raised her hand to interrupt him.

Li Zhu could only stand aside and wait obediently with his hands down. He waited until all the Cantian Dao masters had passed by before Yang Ying and Tang Yueyan turned around and left.

The six people from Yuanfeng titheed together, retreated to the futon at the top of the peak, and continued to sit with the curtains drawn and eyes closed, focusing on the disturbances on the east side of King Kong Peak.

Fa Kong thought for a while and floated out of Yingxin Pavilion.

After leaving the valley, he used his escape technique and came to a forest silently.

Standing on a pine tree in the forest, you can clearly see what is happening on the other side and hear clearly.

The more than 400 Cantian Dao masters were so fierce that they rushed over and besieged the 100 Vajra Temple masters who were blocking the road on the opposite side.

Fakong saw that the monk in front of him turned out to be Yuan Xin, a knowledgeable guest of Vajra Temple.

Everyone suddenly made way for a passage, and Yang Ying and Tang Yueyan came closer.

Yuan Xin solemnly tithes: "Young Master Yang, the poor monk has been waiting here for a long time. I want to say thank you for your hard work."

Yang Ying said lightly: "Just to say these two words?"

Yuan Xin solemnly said slowly: "You will go deep into Dayong to avenge the Wulin of Daqian. You should be treated like a humble monk."

He said and titheed solemnly.

Behind him, a hundred monks in gray clothes also solemnly tithe.

"Farewell." Yuan Xin nodded and floated away with a hundred monks, like a hundred dark clouds slowly floating away.

Everyone was silent for a moment.

"This..." Li Zhu scratched his head: "Young Master, this is inexplicable, they are really a bunch of weird monks!"

He didn't know why, but the original anger dissipated, and a warm breath enveloped his heart.

Yang Ying fixedly looked at the direction in which Yuan Xin and the others disappeared, and shook her head slightly.

She turned around and looked at the remaining Heavenly Dao masters who were once alert but now looked confused, and said calmly: "We have indeed worked hard."

Everyone suddenly woke up from their daze.

Everyone was busy waving their hands, shaking their heads, and curling their lips.

"If it's not hard, what's the point of it!"

"I'm quite excited. I killed eight people and my cultivation has improved a lot!"

"Nine of me!"

"Your nine are very weak, they are no match for my eight!"

"Nine is nine, eight is eight, don't say who is strong and who is weak."

…

"Let's go." Yang Ying waved her jade hand.

Everyone hurriedly continued walking down the mountain.

"These monks are weird, but they are not that hateful."

"Hmph, it's quite hateful in reality."

"Aren't you saying that the monks of the Vajra Temple are very honest? What are you doing with these idiots!"

"Hey, your eyes are getting wet when you say that!"

"It's not because of them!"

Fakong shook his head.

As expected of Master Yuanxin, he knows the guest monks well, and he really understands people's hearts.

He returned to Yingxin Pavilion silently.

Lin Feiyang has already served the food, which is delicious and delicious.

Fakong sat down casually, picked up the chopsticks to pick up the vegetables, and was still thinking about the previous scene.

Lin Feiyang suddenly stood up and said hurriedly: "Young Master Yang is here!"

Fakong turned his head and looked.

Yang Ying swooped over, her skin dazzlingly white against the black shirt.

Fakong stood up and titheed in the Yingxin Pavilion from a distance across the small lake.

Yang Ying jumped across the lake and floated into the small pavilion.

A faint fragrance followed, lingering in the small pavilion and between their mouths and noses.

"Monk, thank you very much." Yang Ying bowed her head and glanced at the grinning Lin Feiyang.

Fakong smiled: "Of course, donor Yang has good means and won a great victory."

"It's a small skill, not worth mentioning." Yang Ying said lightly: "The miraculous skills of your follower are extremely good."

Fakong nodded: "Donor Yang, sit down and talk."

Lin Feiyang served tea diligently.

Yang Ying sat down and took the jade cup, but did not pick it up. She glanced at Lin Feiyang with her starry eyes: "Having such a miraculous skill, but living in the valley idle, is like a hidden dragon trapped in the abyss."

Lin Feiyang grinned and said, "Thank you, Young Master Yang."

"Why don't you just let me go?" Yang Ying said, "By my side, you can use your skills to your heart's content."
To be continued...