Mo Ye followed Tang Ning and came outside. After hearing the words of the person in the air, he glanced at her and asked, "The other party is a peak Jindan monk, what do you want to do?"

The cultivation of Jindan's strength is not their opponents, except for the older generation monks in the temple.

"So what about the peak of the Golden Pill? Since he wants to be crazy, I will tell him not to get mad." She snorted, glanced at the few people in the air, and continued to move forward.

Mo Ye followed quietly, knowing that she had always had an idea and was not someone who was willing to hide behind people, so she did not say that she would stand up for her to deal with those people.

Although he felt that Tang Ning's strength was not strong, her overall strength was not weak, just a monk at the peak of Jindan. He believed that she could handle it. If she really couldn't handle it, it would not be too late for him to help him.

The abbot and several old monks walked out and gave a Buddhist tribute to the person in the air: "Amitabha, once the donor, these mountains in Wanfo Temple were passed down from before. It would be a bit too much for the donor to force the divide and seize the mountains in Wanfo Temple."

"Hahahahaha! I'm bullying you bald donkeys! What can you do to me!"

Looking at the rampant laughter of the monks in the air, the monks below couldn't help but look at the abbot and others. What should they do if someone was bullied at the door like this?

"Since the donor insists on bullying each other, don't blame us for being polite." As soon as the abbot's voice fell, a majestic voice came out again: "The disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall obey the order!"

"Disciple is here!"

A voice full of energy came out, and eighteen monks emerged from all over the surroundings, standing in front of them, each with a tiger's waist and a bear's back, with a sonorous and sharp momentum, and each of them was the strength of the Jindan cultivation level.

"Punish them out of the territory of Wanfo Temple!"

As soon as the abbot finished his words, he heard the eighteen disciples respond in a deep voice, waved the round stick in his hand, lifted his breath and headed towards the people in the air.

"Hmph! Overestimate one's own abilities!"

The person standing with the sword snorted coldly, raised his hand, and the next moment, more than a dozen figures came down to meet him. Compared to the round sticks used by the monks, they used long swords. Once the sharp sword aura took action, the cold murderous aura contained the cold murderous aura attacked them.

"call out!"

"call!"

The sharp sword aura and the whistling sound of the round stick spread in the air. The monks below watched the other party use a long sword, and did not show mercy on their moves, but attacked with a vicious move that killed the other party. They couldn't help but worry.

Although both sides were fighting against Jindan monks, the Zeng family was led by a peak monk. The disciples in the temple only wanted to drive them away, but did not want to hurt their lives, so they left some room for action.

On the other hand, the Zeng family did not show mercy and the move was fatal and harsh. If one is not careful, he will probably lose his life.

Thinking of this, an old monk next to him said to the abbot: "Senior Brother, this is not a solution! The disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall will definitely be injured."

If the sword has no eyes, how can it be compared to a round stick? If the sword energy cuts through the throat, it will be a living life!
Chapter completed!