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The edge of the desert.

Yang Yi, Zhou Dian, Tieguan Taoist Zhang Zhong and several senior figures of the Ming Cult, led by several disciples in the sect, went to the depths of a mountain.

This is an unknown wild mountain, but there are lush grass and trees, gurgling streams, snow on the top of the mountain, jade belts hanging high on the mountainside, and a temple is faintly exposed in the woods.

The believer who led the way bowed to Yang Yi and said, "Report to the leader, the temple in front is the temple to which the Vajra Gate belongs. If you walk further, there will be disciples under the Vajra Gate patrol along the mountain, and the idle people will not be allowed to move forward."

Yang Yi nodded and said, "If you go to worship the mountain with my name, it means that Yang Yi, the leader of the teaching, came to learn about the external skills of Vajra Sect, and ask them for something."

The believer took Yang Yi's famous post and ran quickly towards the temple.

Yang Yi said to Zhou Dian, Zhang Zhong and the others: "Let's go up and take a look!"

Zhou Dian asked, "Master, what is the great thing about this Vajra Sect? It's worth your hard work to travel so far and come to them personally to make things difficult for them?"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "I will go to Wudang to pay homage to Zhang Zhenren in a few days. I want to communicate with him about some difficult martial arts problems. Since I have something to ask for by others, I am embarrassed to leave empty-handed. I have to take some decent things as gifts."

Zhang Zhong, a Taoist in Iron Cannon, asked: "But what good thing is this small Vajra Sect that can reach the eyes of the leader?"

Yang Yi said: "There is a kind of ointment in this temple called Black Jade Intermittent Ointment. The effect of bone-connecting and bone-renewing effect is as good as a magical one. It is really a first-class bone-renewing medicine."

Zhang Zhong said: "Yes, Wudang Yu Daiyan and Yu Sanxia were crushed by someone with the power of the Vajra fingers, and they are still paralyzed in bed. If the leader of the Sect used this black jade intermittent ointment to pay homage to Sanfeng, Zhenren Zhang would definitely respond to his requests, and he would never be vague!"

Zhou Dian said: "What's so great about a small Vajra Gate? If the leader wants their things, just let the children in the teachings pick them up. Where can you use your precious body to visit?"

Yang Yi shook his head and said, "If I don't come, no one can take this ointment!"

Zhou Dian didn't believe it: "Is this small Vajra Gate still a dragon's pond or a tiger's den?"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Zhou Dian, when you get the medicine later, you can compete with them to see if this place can be called a dragon's and tiger's den?"

Zhou Dian felt a little timid when he saw Yang Yi say this. He knew that his sect leader was very skilled and his skill was trembling with the past and present. Since he said that the Vajra Sect is powerful, he would definitely not make a fool of himself. However, the Vajra Sect has always been not famous outside, and he really doesn't believe that there will be such a powerful figure in this little novel temple. He immediately said with a stern tongue, "What can I do if I compete? I want to see what's so great about these bald donkeys!"

Several people walked slowly along the mountain road, and walked for about a quarter of an hour. The drums in the temple ahead were thunder and the alarm bells kept ringing. Some of the monks working outside the mountain heard the drums ringing, and hurriedly put down their work and ran to the temple. Several monks even walked by Yang Yi and others. They looked at Yang Yi and others curiously, but did not stop and all ran into the temple.

The drum sounded eighty-one. There were forty-nine bells. When the drums stopped, the temple gate suddenly opened wide, and a group of tall and strong monks ran out from inside, holding swords and sticks, and divided them into two rows. The monks' heads were shining with oil and shining with their muscles, and their muscles were tangled. The external strength skills had obviously been practiced to a certain extent.

Then three old monks walked out of the temple, one tall, one thin and one fat. Among them, the chubby old monk walked in the front, obviously the master of the temple. After he walked out of the temple gate, he walked a few steps outside the door and looked down.

Yang Yi walked slowly and walked forward with his hands behind his back. When he looked at the old monk, he was on the platform in front of the temple.

After getting on the platform, Yang Yi looked at the chubby old monk and stood suddenly.

Zhou Dian and Zhang Zhong also stopped.

The two rows of monks in front of the temple saw Yang Yi and others coming, and at the same time, they stomped their feet with a "ha" sound. The "click" and "click" kept ringing, and the rows of blue bricks laid in front of the temple gate had been crushed by them.

Zhou Dian was shocked, "Good guy! These dead bald donkeys are really good!"

He is also a master in the world. He knows that stomping his feet and shattering the blue bricks is not a great deal. But these monks in front of him are obviously welcoming monks with an ordinary status and even they have such skills. So wouldn’t monks with higher identities be comparable to Shaolin monks?

Seeing these monks stomping their feet to demonstrate, Zhang Zhong and Zhou Dian looked at each other and were all secretly shocked. Under the eyes of their Ming Cult, there was such a group of amazing masters, and they knew nothing. The whistle-snooping inside the Cult seemed to be alive!

Seeing Yang Yi and others coming up, the fat monk in charge of the head put his hands together and said, "The leader of the Ming Cult is here, and the little monk is in a farewell welcome. I hope he will forgive me!"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Those who don't know will naturally be innocent!"

The old monk's face stagnated, and then he laughed and said, "The small temple is bitter and cold, I don't know what the leader is coming?"

Yang Yi said: "I have always been straightforward and have little nonsense." He raised three fingers, "First, I know that the temple has a good bone-collision medicine, Black Jade Intermittent Paste. Today I come to ask for the finished product and prescription of this ointment. Second, my teaching is short of manpower now, and there are many masters in the temple. I want to ask the temple for a few masters to join my command."

The old monk's face turned gloomy and said slowly: "I wonder what the third thing the leader said?"

Yang Yi said: "Third, hand over the murderer who crushed Yu Daiyan back then. If there are any disciples of the Vajra Sect in the future, the Vajra Sect will disperse!"

Before the fat monk could speak, the tall and thin old monk next to him had already spoken, "Master Yang is so angry! Hehe, if you want the elixir in my temple, it is not impossible, but you must show your skills!" He turned his head and ordered, "Random, Gangyuan, Gangru, come and learn about the methods of the new leader of the Ming Cult!"

As soon as the tall and thin old monk finished speaking, three middle-aged monks had already come out from behind him. They were tall and had kneaded muscles. One of them had square heads and big ears bowed to Yang Yi and said, "The little monk has learned a few skills of three-legged cats. I would like to ask Master Yang for advice!"

Yang Yi reached out and asked: "I have a little contact with Shaolin's hard skills..."

Seeing that he reached out to support his hand, he was not concerned. He was about to stand up when a great force suddenly came, covering his whole body. Then the force was pressing down like a mountain. Even though his divine power was amazing and his skills were superb, he could not withstand such force. The bones in his body creaked, his knees softened, and he fell to the ground. Then he heard Yang Yi continue, "Even if you kneel down and beg me, I may not be able to teach you!"

Rigid, shocked and angry, just as he spoke, his upper body suddenly sank again, and he couldn't help but lean forward, his head hitting the ground, and with a "bang", the blue bricks on the ground were smashed to pieces.

The incident happened suddenly, and he was unprepared. Before he was lucky, his head was knocked to the ground. Even though he had been practicing hard work for many years, he suddenly felt dizzy and his mind was rumbling. At this time, Yang Yi's voice sounded again in his ears: "Why should the great monk do such a great ritual? Do you want to enter my holy teaching? If you really want to enter my holy teaching, you can't knock one head. You have to knock nine heads in a row before you can enter the sect and start from the bottom of the church until you make a contribution, and you can gradually rise. Have you really decided to enter my holy teaching?"

Rigid horror was about to shout loudly, and another powerful force came. When my head was drowsy, I had already knocked nine times on the ground. With nine times knocked, his mind became even more drowsy. He heard Yang Yi say in a daze: "Very good! Now there is another foreign master in my holy teaching!"

The rigid anger surged, and the air rushed to the top door, and the eyes turned dark and the air fainted.

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Chapter completed!