After watching Yang Guo demonstrate the sword technique he had learned, Zhang Ziling smiled and praised, "Although your understanding is far worse than mine, you are much stronger than ordinary idiots."

Yang Guo glanced at him helplessly.

"Brother, what tasks do I have now?"

"You go and learn how to command troops with Qinglong." Zhang Ziling said. "I will give you three thousand musketeers in the future. Maybe the winner of the last battle will be handed over to you."

"Yes! Big Brother." Yang Guo naturally would not object.

He has a very high understanding, and Zhang Ziling is not worried about him at all.

A few days later, Kublai Khan finished reading the information and asked his subordinates, "Master Mangma should have arrived in Xiangyang."

"According to time, it should be here." The subordinate said to Kublai Khan, "I wonder if Master Mangma can kill the thief leader."

"It shouldn't be." Kublai Khan said with a chuckling.

"Then why do you want Master Mangma to go?" his subordinate asked.

"Some things should be tried." Kublai Khan lowered his head and looked at the information. He stepped down for no reason. It took him a long time to remember that Master Mangma was a Khan's man.

"By the way, Shaolin Temple and Quanzhen Sect say."

"They all say they are monks and ignore ordinary things."

Kublai Khan showed sarcasm on his face, but he had nothing to say.

A skinny old monk walked into outside Xiangyang City, and he was barefoot but steady.

Several children were playing horse-riding and fighting games, and one child was pushed directly to him. The child was crying and the old monk walked over and gently tapped his forehead.

The child stopped crying and then smiled happily.

After returning home, the adults found that their children had become much smarter.

Such a magical old monk naturally told Zhang Ziling about his news as soon as he entered the city.

The old monk sat in the tea shop and ordered only a pot of clear water and a piece of cooked cake. He finished eating a piece of cooked cake with clear water and walked directly to the Baihu Camp.

"Boss, this old monk is so evil. The few people we followed him fainted without knowing it, and have not yet woken up." The young man said to the girl in front of him.

He glanced at the girl secretly and quickly lowered his head.

"Don't be too close to you, I'll try him later." Wanyan Ping said seriously. She has now become a small leader of the World Association.

Since she joined the World Association, she has rarely seen Zhang Ziling again. But she can never forget that figure in her heart.

She was going to be when she assassinated Yelu Chucai, but her strength was too low and she was not selected. In the end, Yelu Chucai was killed, and she thanked the World Association from the bottom of her heart.

But it also made her feel that she was getting farther and farther away from Zhang Ziling.

"Boss, I'll go." The young man said quickly.

"Your light skills are too poor." Wanyan Ping said to the young man.

"Then be careful." The young man said worriedly.

Wanyan Ping did not respond to him because she felt that the old monk had discovered them.

"Amitabha." The Buddha's name sounded like a sound in his ears.

"Go away!" Wanyan Ping shouted to the young man.

She pulled out the scimitar and rushed directly towards the old monk.

Brush brush

The three quick swords did not slash the old monk, and he seemed to be standing there without moving.

"Everyone is suffering." He sighed.

The young man seemed to be stationary and motionless.

Wanyan Ping wanted to continue to use the knife, but the hand holding the knife could not cut it down.

"Miss, you still have obsessions in your heart! Let go of that obsession, I will send you to the Pure Land as soon as possible." The old monk said mercifully.

Wanyan Ping could only watch as she became more and more unable to control her body and became more and more difficult to breathe. In the end, she could feel death as if she was waving to her.

"Zhang...Ziling! I have loved you for many years!" She finished shouting with all her strength and closed her eyes.

The national hatred and the disciples have all avenged, but the only regret is that he will hug him before he dies.

"Just tell me this kind of thing secretly." The gentle voice sounded in Wanyan Ping's ears.

She suddenly opened her eyes, saw clearly that the person came and closed it immediately.

"Old monk."

"Zhang Longtou."

Zhang Ziling gently pressed Wanyan Ping, and she felt a lighter all over.

"Are you okay?" Liu Wu asked the young man.

"Wuwuwuwu... It's okay!" When the young man heard Wanyan Ping's words, he felt that he was not as good as dying.

"I've cried so much, how can I be fine?" Liu Wu carefully checked the young man. "Look, Miss Ping is in the arms of the president. This old monk is so cruel."

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Mangma was sure it was Zhang Ziling, so she waved her palm directly.

"Be careful." Wanyan Ping whispered in Zhang Ziling's arms.

"It's nothing." Zhang Ziling punched.

The old monk took three steps back, but Zhang Ziling did not retreat at all.

"Zhang Longtou is indeed very strong."

"The old monk is not weak either."

After the old monk said another palm, he looked at him far away from Zhang Ziling when he came out. However, he waved his palm and went straight to Zhang Ziling.

"You have a flaw!" Zhang Ziling hugged Wanyan Ping with one hand and punched the other. As soon as he punched, the old monk quickly changed his moves in the middle, crossing his hands to form seals.

"Bowl Print!"

The old monk's energy directly protected him like a bottle.

"Do you dare to stop me even if you break the bottle?" Zhang Ziling still fled forward. After one punch, the old monk stood there motionlessly, but blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.

"You are much better than a person named Lingbao." Zhang Ziling said seriously. "If you came back then, I might have lost. But now, no one of you will die!

If there are any flaws in the world, I will defeat you!"

Zhang Ziling stood proudly, and Wanyan Ping looked up at him.

He blushed and quickly lowered his head again.

"I am here to come." The old monk was shocked by Zhang Ziling's words.

He took a deep breath and used a knife with one hand.

This is Jiumozhi's unique skill of becoming famous, the flame sword, which was actually used by an old monk at this time.

It is said that the real name of the sword technique is a palm technique. The flame sword can condense internal force into the palm, use internal force to send it out, and hurt people with illusory power. It is a rare magical skill similar to the Six-Meridian Divine Sword. After the flame sword Jiumozhi obtained the flame sword, he used it to wipe out the black sect.

It seems that this old monk should be from Jiumozhi's lineage.

The hot energy rushed straight into Zhang Ziling's face, and Zhang Ziling gently punched.

The old monk didn't have time to change his tricks this time.

He stared at Zhang Ziling's eyes with wide eyes and roared in Tibetan with the six-character mantra.

His martial arts are average, but he can control his spirit!

But this time his ability is not very useful for Zhang Ziling.

"No! Impossible!" the old monk shouted incredibly with bleeding from his seven orifices. How could there be such a determined person in this world!

"The Fourth Prince asks me to tell you, he will use his scimitar to cut off your head." Mangma said, spitting blood. He came this time with the determination to die.
Chapter completed!