The disciples of the nine major sects are naturally not unusual, and they are not comparable to members of other sects. The gap is too big.

Experts will know if there is any one! Even though Wang Linhu, as the young master of the Mingcheng Sect, was extremely skilled, but facing the terrifying attack of Monk Lechen of Jinling Temple, it was simply difficult to resist, and even suffered severe damage, broken several ribs, which was vulnerable.

Seeing his companion suffering from misfortune, the other six disciples flashed fearful eyes and complained secretly. No wonder the members of the Jinling Temple opposite were arrogant. They were indeed extremely capable and had much higher skills than theirs.

Even though they have many people on their side, they are difficult to compete with them. I am afraid the outcome will be bad! For a moment, they looked at each other, and no one dared to say anything, and were in a state of difficulty in riding a tiger.

If you give in and feel a little unwilling to accept it, if you fight fiercely but have no chance of winning, what should you do?

On the ground not far away, the flying magic weapon iron gourd was stagnant here. A person sat in the thinner part in the middle, with a bruised nose and a swollen face. He looked at him with a dull look, as if he was a fool.

This young man was Zhu Wenbiao, a disciple of the Tianxing Sect who parted ways with Lin Yang and others in order to avoid being implicated, and was captured by the evil monks of Jinling Temple.

Zhu Wenbiao was wearing shackles on his hands and was connected with iron chains. The other end was wrapped around the gourd, like a prisoner.

Since he was caught by Monk Lechen and others, he has lived like years, as if he was in hell and lived an inhuman life.

As long as the three evil monks were idle, they would beat him one after another, like to listen to his wailings and enjoy it.

Lin Yang's eyes were as sharp as a rifle in the air. When he found his fellow disciple Zhu Wenbiao, he frowned and was not angry.

First, I regretted that the other party was too selfish and felt that the other party was too selfish, and even blamed it for himself, and ended up like this.

He was also a little unbearable. After all, he was a disciple of the Tianxing Sect. How could he ignore him when he was bullied by other sects? That was too cold-blooded! Moreover, the evil monks in Jinling Temple bullied the weak and once had a grudge with Lin Yang. Now that he saw it, he naturally would not give up.

Since he made up his mind, Lin Yang scolded with a gloomy face, "Don't let go of the bastards in Jinling Temple. I'm here to deal with you."

Yu Linglong next to her was watching the fun. Seeing Lin Yang getting angry, she smiled on her pretty face and felt very excited. After all, she liked the other party's domineering style and felt that a good show was about to be staged.

The sudden sound echoed in the air, deafening, attracting the attention of those people on the hillside, and all looked up.

Lin Yang spread his black wings and swooped down like a big bird, with an inviolable aura.

One of the disciples said in surprise: "He is the young master of Lin from Tianxing Sect, and he is not easy to mess with!"

It is obvious that Lin Yang is well-known in the Xuanling Realm, and almost everyone knows it.

After all, the disciples of various major sects united and carried out the most harsh blow on him, but it failed. He always escaped and survived from danger. It was really amazing.

Seeing that he appeared here and took the initiative to trouble the disciples of Jinling Temple, the disciples of other sects were very excited, as if they were in the dark and saw a ray of light of dawn and felt hope.

However, it is not very certain. After all, the three evil monks have profound skills. It is still an unknown number to fight against three. It is hard to guess whether Lin Yang can show his power.
Chapter completed!