The atmosphere in the room was a bit awkward.

After Fu Wanshan entered, he chatted in a mess, and then he left with oil. He came quickly and left quickly. He didn't know what his idea was.

"Brother, why aren't you a fool?" The little monk Yichan had a confused and cute expression at this time. He didn't know what Fu Wanshan was. He just came in and went out. What did he do when he came in?

Zhao Yu touched the little bald head of the little monk Yichan. If he was not wrong, Fu Wanshan was saving Li Hong.

Fu Wanshan should have known the identity and strength of the old monk Jiewu, so he came in regardless of his face and talked around in order to divert attention.

Of course, it is not something that Fu Wanshan can grasp whether Li Hong appreciates it or not.

Li Hong gave his butler a look.

After waiting for Li Hong's gesture, the old butler glared at the old monk Jiewu and said fiercely: "Old bald donkey, will you share the things with?"

The little bald monk Yichan poked out from behind Zhao Yu again: "It's over, you still said that no one can save you this time."

After saying that, he shrank his head and hid behind Zhao Yu.

"Donor, what did you call me just now?"

The old monk Jiewu raised his head, still had a kind-eyed face, and his tone did not change at all, but for some reason, Li Hong seemed to have felt a depressing feeling.

"Old monk..." The old housekeeper of the Li family was

"No, donor, what did you call me when you said you wouldn't give me face?"

"You...you...you...you will call you a bald donkey if you don't give you face. How can you stay?" The old housekeeper himself is not weak, at least at the first level of Saint Warrior, and in front of his master, of course it is impossible to lose face.

In this room, Yang Xiao is the only one who deserves their attention, but it is just a matter of attention. The first level of Saint Warrior is nothing special. Li Hong is the second level of Saint Warrior.

As for the two monks, one old and one young, they were directly ignored by them.

The two monks, one old and one young, could not see any traces of cultivation. Zhao Yu was just the peak of the seventh-level warrior. The peak of the seventh-level warrior was just a big-level warrior. In their opinion, it was too simple to pinch Zhao Yu.

"Have you told you before, my Dharma name, Jiewu?"

The old monk Jiewu suddenly opened his eyes, and a powerful aura suddenly rose up and pressed on the old housekeeper of the Li family. At that moment, he had almost no room for resistance, and was directly pressed by this wave and knelt on the ground.

And the strangest thing is that this is actually only felt by the old housekeeper.

Neither Li Hong nor Zhao Yu nor others felt anything unusual.

I just saw the old butler suddenly kneeling on the ground with a pale face, and sweating all the time on his forehead.

Li Hong was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at the face of his butler, his pupils suddenly contracted.

My name is Jiewu. This is the first sentence Master Jiewu said.

There is only one monk with the Dharma name Jiewu...Jiewu in Dafeng Temple?

I just thought about the Tianzhi Muyu, why didn’t I think of this?

This cannot be blamed on Li Hong. As the head of the family, he has to deal with too many things. The old monk Jiewu has disappeared for hundreds of years. How could he still remember so clearly?

In other words, when Fu Wanshan and other playboys came out to play, they were warned by the older generation at home that they could not provoke anyone to remember.

So Fu Wanshan remembers these so-called names that cannot be messed with.

"Head of Li family? I don't let this Muyu betrayed, are you going to force it?" The old monk Jiewu was not angry, but turned his head and looked at Li Hong.

He still has a kind-hearted look, but this look is now even more terrifying than Rakshasa or something like that.

Jiewu, he remembered that the monk Jiewu who once advised people to be upright, but the way this monk Jiewu persuaded people to be upright was somewhat different. He usually defeated others and then taught Buddhism to others.

"No...I dare."

Li Hong's forehead was covered with cold sweat. Why didn't he expect that the Jiewu in front of him was the extremely famous Jiewu monk hundreds of years ago?

Why didn't he expect that Fu Wanshan, the most playboy in the southwest, would deliberately come in and say that?

Why was he so stupid when Fu Wanshan saw that the Muyu in the Tiancheng did not snatch it?

"Oh, then I won't keep you." Old monk Jiewu raised his eyelids slightly and issued a banished order without hesitation.

In other words, they have cultivated their self-cultivation over the past few hundred years, otherwise, they probably wouldn't have to go out alive.

Li Hong dared not say anything, so he hurried out of the room, and the old butler also got up from the ground, followed Li Hong with a pale face and walked out of the room.

"Old... Master, who is he... he is?"

"He? You can't say it. Let's go, let's go back to the family immediately." Li Hong's choice was like Fu Wanshan, and he did not stay in the inn at all, so he chose to cross the mountains overnight.

For those of them, it is not difficult to pass through the Mingshan Mountains at all.

As long as you don’t provoke the overlords in the heart of Mingshan Mountains, there will be no big problems.

"Are you wondering why I let them go?" Old Monk Jiewu raised his head and looked at Zhao Yu and asked softly.

Zhao Yu did not deny it, but nodded gently.

If you hit the snake and hit seven inches, you have confirmed that the other party is coming from the Tianzhen Wood Fish, you should directly kill the other party, which will reduce the trouble in the future.

In Zhao Yu's opinion, the old monk Jiewu's approach was indecisive, which would cause too much unnecessary trouble.

"The killing can't be opened, and you can't stop as soon as you open it." The old monk Jiewu chuckled softly and said, "A first-class family is definitely not as simple as you imagined. Although you have seen several first-class forces along the way, those are just the first-class forces that are at the bottom. In fact, they are not much better than second-class forces. Do you understand?"

"Boy is taught." Zhao Yu was stunned for a moment and nodded quickly.

The old monk Jiewu was taking the opportunity to remind him, how could Zhao Yu not know about this?

It’s true that Zhao Yu has a really bad impression of first-class forces along the way, as if... there are only a few Saint Warriors.

But now it may not be said from the old monk Jiewu.

How terrifying is the strength of the old monk Jiewu? At least Zhao Yu could not sense it at all. Now in front of Zhao Yu, a Saint Fighting Warrior could not hide his strength at the peak of the third level.

The strength of the old monk Jiewu is at least at the level of a sage.
Chapter completed!