Zhao Yang laughed dryly and planned to quit the platform.

In reality, when Zhao Yang looked at the pictures on the screen, he was also confused.

"What the hell? Why did the Sun Yaojing run away? This weird monk came to his hands?"

He cursed inwardly, and looked at the "monster" who just glanced at Zhao Yang and then put his eyes on the mirror again. Zhao Yang was relieved.

If the Fire Dragon Bell is still a spiritual treasure of the Yuanying level, the treasure mirror in the hand of the strange monk in front of him is an immortal weapon like a third-grade green lotus!

This thing should have been the companion spiritual treasure when Lin Yu started his first disaster. In terms of power, it is a top spiritual treasure that can illuminate the "small thousand worlds" and bring light and heat to the entire world!

But isn't this Lin Yu's thing? What the hell is it that he ran into the weird hand?

Look at the weird and careful look...

Zhao Yang felt that he seemed...had discovered some amazing internal transactions?

......

"The guard boss who dropped the spiritual treasure!"

With a giggle, watching Lin Yu carefully confront the "Divine Monk", Zhao Yang silently found a corner and prepared to watch the show.

Well, I chose not far from the old owner Wang Wenhua.

It seems that Zhao Yang is not the only one who thinks it is weird.

As the old owner of Wang Wenhua, who is in charge of a county martial arts museum, although he does not know the inside story, the experience he has left over over the years has prevented him from rashly joining in.

"Why did you come here?"

Seeing Zhao Yang coming, the old owner asked.

"Uh... I can't worry about Brother Lin, come and have a look." Zhao Yang said with a wink.

What can he say?

You can't just say that you are here to wait for the Yanlong Secret Realm to be opened, right?

After hearing what Zhao Yang said, a hint of praise flashed in Old Wang's eyes. He thought about him and said, "Since you are here, you will have a good life. If something happens in a while, remember not to run around and follow me."

This is?

Zhao Yang glanced at the old owner twice, and saw that he had no intention of saying anything, so he had to speak: "You old... what do you know?"

"kindness"

Wang Wenhua nodded and said, "Jialan Temple has been closed for three years. It is near Lanxi County. As the owner of the martial arts hall in Lanxi County, I always need to find out some information, so I assigned Zong Chao to inquire...

Now I have learned a little about the situation in Jialan Temple. It’s a pity that my disciple was killed by this demon monk. Now I don’t know where I am..."

After hearing what the old owner said, Zhao Yang didn't know what to say.

After a long time, Wang Zongchao was possessed by the devil. Is it your old man who caused it?

In order to find out the background of a C-level weirdness, my battle power turned into a C-level weirdness?

After complaining a few times in his heart, Zhao Yang could not comment on the right or wrong of the old owner.

Wang Wenhua has no God's perspective, and everything he does is completely correct from his perspective.

No one can say that he did something wrong, it can only be said that Wang Zongchao was unlucky.

After thinking about it, Zhao Yang asked confirmation: "I wonder why the old owner didn't join forces with Lin Yu, let's get rid of this weirdness first?"

"I am also powerless..."

Wang Wenhua coughed lightly with a mature iron stick and said, "I just tried a few moves with this demon monk and found that the weirdness itself is no less than me. In addition, the mirror in his hand that can protect his master on his own... Although I don't want to admit it, I am indeed old and no longer a match for it..."

"So, what I just said was joining forces."

"Join together?"

"That's right, as long as you keep entangled with the weirdness for a moment, Lin Yu will naturally have a chance to get rid of this demon monk." Zhao Yang said.

"Hey!" Wang Wenhua smiled and shook his head, "If I join forces with Xiaozi Lin, I am afraid that my 100-pound old bone will be roasted by the fire dragon before the demon monk dies."

As he said, the old owner pointed to the flame dragon and snake that were plated together.

Zhao Yang: "..."

Can dragons and snakes dry a great boxer?

Nonsense!

This old man clearly doesn't want to do anything and find an excuse to perfunctorily treat him!

If a great boxer really has such crispy meat, how could he beat a real Jindan monk to death?

After carefully looking at Lin Yu's figure wrapped in flames, dragons and snakes, and then glanced at the great boxer who was declining blood next to him. A very unreliable and very panicked guess arose in Zhao Yang's heart.

"Isn't this person trying to let Lin Yu and the Monk fight for both losses and then... go to be a fisherman by himself, right?"

......

The two of them are still watching the show.

On the other side, the weirdness of wiping the sunglass mirror finally made a sound.

"My Buddha is compassionate and saves all sentient beings. Why do you violate my Pure Land of Buddhism?"

The voice of the demon monk was very hoarse, and his voice was like an old tree bark soaked in decay.

He asked Lin Yu.

Lin Yu did not answer him, but the flame dragon and snake beside him roared.

Seeing this, the monk put down his hand and walked towards the flame dragon and snake step by step.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. Don't seek death if you want to know that the Buddha also has fire, and we, the monks, can also be angry with the Vajra."

One step closer.

Within a few steps, the monk walked to the flame dragon and snake.

Around it, the sunlight divine mirror emitted light to fight against the dragon and snake, which actually suppressed the aura of the flame dragon and snake three points.

"Return to my Buddha and realize it in my Buddha's seat..."

The monk clasped his hands together, and a golden light rose from behind, and countless Buddhist monasteries seemed to be in his palm.

The mirror of the Sunlight God echoes the weirdness, and then emits a thousand-foot light, making it more sacred.

"Amitabha!"

The monk stretched out his hand and touched the flame dragon and snake in front of him.

far away.

Seeing this, Zhao Yang asked, "Why is Lin Yu not moving?"

The old owner shook his head and said, "Since the monk took out the mirror, Boy Lin has not moved. I have been here for fifteen minutes before you come up."

"You didn't think about helping?"

"I... feel powerless!"

Zhao Yang: "..."

Seeing that Zhao Yang was silent, the old owner asked casually: "Don't just talk to me, why don't you go up and help?"

Zhao Yang: "I'm afraid that I'll kill that guy with one sword and steal Lin Yu's limelight."

Wang Wenhua: "..."

"boom!"

When the two of them were talking nonsense, they heard a loud noise, and the flaming dragon and snake that had been hovering for a long time finally became motivated.

The moment the monk's hand was about to touch the flame dragon and snake, his palm turned into a black giant palm and slapped Lin Yu in the center of the flame dragon.

And Lin seemed to be ready. The moment he slapped him, flames rose beside him, and the dragon bowed his head and bit him towards his weird real body.

"Is it a loss-making loss?"

"Thinking too much, that weird speed is very fast! This fire dragon can't bite it at all, otherwise why would you think Boy Lin still move?"

While talking, light and shadows flashed around Zhao Yang. When he looked again, the old museum owner with his true energy bulging appeared behind the strange person.

Wrapped his hands and hugged the weird waist. Wang Wenhua shouted: "Don't hold back! I swallowed this weird thing together!!!"

Looking at this touching scene...

Zhao Yang remembered what Wang Wenhua just said.
Chapter completed!