Cheng Lan did not understand what this meant. Although he had been in Oirat for half a year, he still knew some very simple Oirat language. He could not understand the slightly more complicated ones. This time he still couldn't understand anything.

But it was certain that the person who came in front of him was not kind. He looked cold and saw that the other party was coming in a fierce manner and could not speak. He was obviously full of maliciousness towards Wen Feng. With a thought, he immediately made a decision. He winked at Wen Feng and signaled Wen Feng to avoid him. He waved at everyone and everyone greeted the lama.

The jungler Anerda sneered, with a cold expression on his face, and rushed up without hesitation without hesitation. He was strong and naturally had great strength. For a moment, even if the opponent surrounded him, it was not difficult for him to deal with. He was still eased to deal with it. With the wind of his palm, he suddenly beat the person beside him to the wall, and then hit the wall and fell to the ground, and could never get up again.

The people on the grassland are very strong, and Cheng Lan has already experienced this, but he really has few people as powerful as his opponent today. For a moment, several people around him have been attacked by palm wind or Buddhist beads and fell to the ground.

He couldn't help but feel scared secretly, but he raised a 120,000-year-old warning in his heart, and he didn't dare to relax at all, and he also acted like a life-threatening attitude.

He came to protect Wen Feng. If something happened to Wen Feng, then all the efforts they had put in before would be wasted. Not to mention the waste. If something happened to Wen Feng, then your highness would be like fish on the knife board in the Oirat, and then the Oirats would be treated as prisoners and negotiated with the Great Zhou.

Isn’t your highness so much effort just because he is concerned about this?

Otherwise, with His Highness's ability, he would have already had the method of getting out of here and would not have to be trapped here at all.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, resisted the vibration in his chest, raised his energy, and dealt with the lama.

Wen Feng was so thrilling that he was shocked by the lama's skills.

Could this be the person arranged by the Grand Master in the Buddhist temple?

But this person's skills

He was thinking, the table that was originally not far away sounded and a man fell on his head, and the table had been crushed.

Wen Feng widened his eyes, ran towards the man, and shouted "Taisho!"

Dazheng was the guard he personally selected. He had a deep relationship with him in the first group of confidants in Oirat. Seeing Dazheng spit out a mouthful of blood, he couldn't bear it anymore and angrily shouted to the jungler Anerda in Oirat language, "I am the king of the grassland, the bloodline of the previous grassland king. Even Dashuo Living Buddha admits this. If you don't recognize it, do you want to fight Dashuo Living Buddha?! You are so brave!"

The jungler Anerda sneered slightly at the corner of his mouth, and did not put his screams in his ears. He quickly took action to bring down the last few opponents. The Buddhist beads in his hand were suddenly broken by him, and the Buddhist beads burst open, flew towards Chenglan and the others with great force.

These Buddhist beads contain his internal strength. Even if some of them fly through his ears, they can feel the arrogant power, let alone being hit on the acupoints on their bodies?

If an ordinary person is hit like this, he is afraid that the light will vomit blood in public, and the heavy will die on the spot.

Cheng Lan was shocked and didn't care about herself. She rushed towards Wen Feng, trying to stand in front of Wen Feng.

Wen Feng was also shocked by the scene in front of him. Seeing the Buddhist beads hit Cheng Lan on the back, Cheng Lan immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. Before he could even be sad and angry, he saw that the big lama had already rushed towards him.

If this claw was slapped on his head, his life would be dead on the spot.

Wen Feng was shocked. At the critical moment, he still remembered the method of piercing the hole that Zhu Yuan once taught him. He ignored the others and quickly threw out all the golden needles in his sleeve.

This was what Zhu Yuan used to save his life. He hadn't used it for so long, but he didn't expect it to come in handy today.

When the jungler Anerda suddenly saw him throwing out the hidden weapon, he just sneered and reached out and brushed it hard. All of these golden needles were held in his hand.

It was just some golden needles. He had a slight thought and planned to smash them, but before he could clench his fists, he felt a sharp pain coming from his palm.

He frowned, and before he could get angry, the door was opened. An Ye and several big lamas rushed in, and shouted loudly when he saw this, "Master! Keep your hand!"

As soon as he said this, An Ye's figure had already arrived in front of Wen Feng and stopped in front of jungler Anerda. He took a look at Wen Feng's condition first, and then turned around and sighed at jungler Anerda. "Master, the Living Buddha has made it clear, this is the legitimate grassland king. Soon after, the Living Buddha will pray for him. How can you act alone and attack the king?"

No matter how noble a monk is, he cannot rule the grassland seriously. The royal court has always been a sacred existence in the hearts of the people.

The king is even more meaningful. Once their identity is confirmed, the relationship between them and the monks will be complementary, and it cannot even be said that which one is more noble.

It is very taboo to take action by jungler Anerda.

A strange itch came from the palm of his hand, and jungler Anrd frowned.

If it weren't for this sudden hidden weapon, the king would be dead now.

He asked Wen Feng coldly, "What is this?"

Wen Feng himself didn't know, but he knew that Zhu Yuan killed Cuomuda with this.

He snorted coldly, and had no good feelings for such a arrogant lama, and he didn't plan to answer him at all.

The jungler Anerda was immediately even more angry, but was pulled away by An Ye in time.

An Ye looked at the wounded on the ground again and said to an old lama with white hair and beard on the side, "Check it out, and treat the wounds of those who are still alive."

If you can be brought here by Wen Feng, you must be the king's confidant, and you cannot let them all die here.

The old lama clasped his hands together and agreed obediently. When he waved his hands, a group of young lamas came in, carrying them with all the injured people out.

Only a faint smell of blood remained.

Wen Feng stood there, feeling the gratitude of surviving the disaster, and the dissatisfaction and anger of being suppressed, and coldly asked An Ye, "Honor! What does this mean?! Does the words of the Living Buddha of Dashuo have no effect in your temple? I thought it would be safe in the temple, but I almost lost my life! You have to give me an explanation for this matter!"
Chapter completed!