Since coming to the foot of Mount Kunlun, Su Qin had used most of his Divine Sense to perceive the spatial fluctuations at the top of Mount Kunlun.
The rest of his Divine Sense was restrained in his body, but just now, Su Qin sensed a familiar aura approaching.
"Third Uncle, what are you looking at …" Li Wan saw Su Qin's gaze and hurriedly tiptoed to look outside the inn.
Sure enough.
A moment later.
A monk in a gray robe strode in.
This monk was extremely inconspicuous, like an ordinary person, but Qingcheng Sword King, who was sitting on the second floor, changed his expression and almost exclaimed.
"Xuan Ku!"
Qingcheng Sword King suddenly got up and stared at the gray-robed monk in disbelief.
He never thought that he would meet "A Holy Monk Xuan Ku" of the Shaolin Temple here.
As Qingcheng Sword King's words spread.
All the martial artists in the inn were stunned, and their eyes quickly fell on the gray-robed monk who had just walked in.
"Xuan Ku?"
"He's' Xuan Ku 'A Holy Monk from the Shaolin Temple?"
"Isn't 'Xuan Ku' A Holy Monk too young?"
"Is' Xuan Ku 'A Holy Monk also here to fight for the War God Temple?"
Many martial artists chatted quickly, their eyes constantly sweeping over 'Xuan Ku'.
"Namo Amitabha."
The gray-robed 'Xuan Ku' bowed slightly and said, "I'm not here for the War God Temple."
Xuan Ku's words.
The martial artists present were even more puzzled.
The martial artists who came to Mount Kunlun were basically here for the War God Temple. "If Xuan Ku wasn't interested in the War God Temple, why would he appear here at this time?
Under everyone's gaze, Xuan Ku raised his head slightly and said loudly, "This little monk has found you. Are you still not going to show yourself?"
"Little bald donkey Xuan Ku, you've chased us for several months and traveled tens of thousands of miles. Do you really want to kill us all?"
A hoarse voice sounded.
A man with cold eyes walked out. The man's facial features were ordinary, but there was an inexplicable evilness that made people want to sink into him.
"Qixie Sanren, him?!"
Some of the martial artists' expressions changed drastically as a trace of fear appeared on their faces.
Qixie Sanren was a famous Evil Martial Artist in Jianghu. He once massacred several villages in order to practice Evil Martial Arts. Even The Empire of Tang wanted him. If Qixie Sanren wasn't a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster, and if it wasn't for the fact that he would have immediately fled at the first sign of trouble, he would have fallen into the hands of The Empire of Tang.
"Qixie, along the way, this little bald donkey has never held back. Whether he wants to kill us all or not, you know best in your heart."
A thin man slowly stood up and stood side by side with Qixie Sanren. This thin man had protruding cheekbones and sallow skin, but his eyes were faintly exuding a tyrannical aura.
"Spiritual Master Sha, why is he here …"
Many of the martial artists present felt their hands and feet go cold. Even the Green City Sword King's eyes flashed with a trace of dread.
Whether it was Qixie Sanren or Spiritual Master Sha, they were both Grade 1 Great Grandmasters of the Evil Path who wreaked havoc in the world. Their methods were vicious and they wantonly slaughtered people.
"This little monk is not trying to kill you all. If you are willing to follow this little monk back to the Shaolin Temple and enter the Demon Subduing Tower, you can still live."
Xuan Ku put his palms together and said softly.
"Hmph!"
"Demon Subduing Tower?"
"You think we will definitely lose?"
At this time, two more figures walked out of the inn. One was a beautiful woman, the other was a tall man. Like Qixie Sanren and Spiritual Master Sha, they were both Evil Path martial artists who had wreaked havoc in the world.
In particular, the beautiful woman was an expert in the Yang Harvesting Technique and had sucked dry the Essence, Qi, and Spirit of many male martial artists.
"Heavens, were we talking in front of these four Kings of Hell just now?"
Many martial artists in the inn felt their legs go soft and their hearts tremble.
If not for the sudden appearance of Xuan Ku, A Holy Monk, no one present would have thought that they had walked the line between life and death.
Based on the personalities of these four Evil Path martial artists, if not for the pursuit of Xuan Ku, A Holy Monk, they would have already slaughtered all the martial artists in the inn and used their Essence and Blood to heal their injuries.
Even the Green City Sword King's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.
Although he had long sensed the aura of a first-rank martial artist hiding in the inn, he did not know that it was these notorious Evil Path martial artists.
"Xuan Ku, can you handle it?"
The Green City Sword King gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist and looked down.
In any case, Xuan Ku came from the Shaolin Temple, a Righteous Path sect. Now that he was besieged by Evil Path martial artists, how could he stand by and watch?
Moreover, if these Evil Path martial artists really killed Xuan Ku, they would probably turn around and attack him.
"Whether we win or lose, that will depend on your abilities."
Xuan Ku looked up at the Evil Path martial artists and raised his right hand. A terrifying internal force rose and almost enveloped the entire inn.
In the face of the vast Pure Yang Buddhist aura, the Evil Path martial artists suddenly felt their strength being suppressed.
"Xuan Ku, you little bald donkey, don't be too proud. When we were unhindered in the world, you were still drinking milk."
Qixie Sanren fiercely stomped his right foot on the ground and turned into a viper, rushing towards Xuan Ku.
The other three also used their own methods, faintly surrounding Xuan Ku.
Rumble!
The aura of a battle between first-rank Great Grandmasters pervaded the air. If Xuan Ku had not been unwilling to harm the innocent and promptly retreated from the inn, it was likely that the entire inn would have collapsed.
When the martial artists in the inn saw this scene, their eyes suddenly lit up and they hurriedly rushed out of the inn to watch the battle between Xuan Ku and the Evil Path martial artists.
Fights between Grade 1 Great Grandmasters are rare, especially this kind of situation where they outnumber each other, which is even more difficult to happen.
A first-rank Great Grandmaster was not a fool. How could they take the initiative to fight against several powerhouses of the same level?
Only a Buddhist genius like Xuan Ku, whose Cultivation Technique can restrain the Evil Path, would have the confidence to chase after several Evil Path martial artists.
The Sword King hesitated for a while and did not immediately take action.
First, if he took action at this moment, he would inevitably scare away the Evil Path martial artists.
Second, he also wanted to figure out Xuan Ku's strength. With Xuan Ku's strength, ordinary first-rank Great Grandmasters were not his opponent at all, but at this moment, there were four first-rank Great Grandmasters. They should be able to force Xuan Ku to use his full strength.
"I'll wait until Xuan Ku can't hold on, then I'll help."
The Sword King thought for a while and began to look at the battlefield outside the inn.
"Third Uncle."
"Who do you think will win …?"
Li Wan's eyes were shining as he asked in a low voice.
Although in the Imperial Palace, Li Wan had also seen the fight between the red-clothed eunuch and the Deputy Commander of the Forbidden Army.
But how could it compare to the excitement of watching Xuan Ku and the Evil Path martial artists fighting to the death?
In particular, the monstrous murderous aura exuding from the Evil Path martial artists made Li Wan feel inexplicably frightened.
"Who will win?"
Su Qin sat casually on the chair, a deep look on his face.
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PS: I'm ashamed, I'm a bit stuck ~ ~ ~
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