What a treasure light Tathagata Deng Yuanjue. His Zen Staff was waving like a green dragon, with great force. He was afraid that he would die if he had tens of thousands of pounds of strength and would be injured if he touched. If he hadn't had any intention of killing, he would be afraid that the two great masters would be smashed to the sky spirit cover by him in one encounter.

Deng Yuanjue looked at Chen Ang and his group, snorted coldly, and inserted the Zen staff heavily into the ground. The gravel on the official road was extremely strong by the horses, but it was like tofu, and was deeply inserted by the Zen staff by the Zen staff. If he had not been the best internal mysterious skills, it would have been impossible to be so useless.

"You guys are sneaky and look malicious. I want to ask you, what's wrong with coming to Muzhou?" Deng Yuanjue tried the martial arts of two masters. Although they were far inferior to him, they were also top-notch players in the world. Muzhou is the base camp of the Ming Cult. When he saw Chen Ang and his group of people's extraordinary martial arts, he became alert instinctively.

Huang Shang snorted coldly, obviously disgusted with Deng Yuanjue's style of territorial demarcation, and immediately said politely: "I don't know when there will be a small court in Muzhou. In the world, is it the king of the Song Dynasty? I will wait for freedom and when will I explain to you whether you are an official or a court?"

After hearing this, Deng Yuanjue opened his eyes widened and shouted angrily: "Okay! It turns out that it is a lackey in the court. You can eat a sprouted stick first before talking about it!" As he said that, he pulled up the Zen stick and shook a flower of stick in the air. The gravel at the head of the stick shot out and hit the tree, shaking the big tree's leaves. The sound of the shadow of the stick exploded like a thunderbolt.

At this time, the old man on the horse's back suddenly started to cough violently. His face turned purple and red, and he struggled and couldn't breathe. His thin and bent body trembled suddenly, and his gray hair hung down weakly on his face.

Deng Yuanjue heard the old man's painful voice, and his sudden movements suddenly froze. He hesitated to put down the Zen Staff in his hand, regardless of Huang Shang's side, and carefully helped the old man up to his pleasure. His vicious face was very gentle at this time, and gently brushed the saliva from the corner of his mouth for the old man.

Huang Shang had already transported his internal strength to his palms, but he couldn't help but relax his momentum when he saw this. He walked calmly to the side, with his back facing Deng Yuanjue, and would never take advantage of him. One of them focused on taking care of the old man, and the other turned a blind eye to the other, and he was a frank person.

Deng Yuanjue spared no effort to calm the old man's breath. After repeated attempts, the old man's expression improved. Seeing that the old man's breath was slightly calmer, he hurriedly raised his Zen stick and said to Huang Shang: "I have something to do. Even if I lose this time, it depends on your behavior. You are still a frank man. Even if you go in the past, the Ming Cult will never make things difficult for you."

"Do I need you to let me?" Huang Shang said with a look of her sleeves: "My actions are my own cultivation. What does it have to do with others? What does it have to do with you? Meeting you again, or to the death. It's really an insult to me if you say this."

Deng Yuanjue said nothing, and the old man on his back was about to run away. Huang Shang called him, "Take the horse over! The old man is so hot that I can't ignore it. Also, there are some medicines for summer escape here, so you can take it."

Huang Shang saw his face hesitant and sneered: "Do you think I am kind to you? No, all the people of the Song Dynasty are like parents and relatives. If you have your filial piety, I also have my responsibility. When you meet in the future, I will be the first to cut off your thief's head!"

Deng Yuanjue was furious when he heard this: "What a lackey in the court, who cuts his head, it's still a big deal! The sword of the family's sword will be sharpened for a long time. If it weren't for your court's crime, and the great heat of the country, he would have to force the salt household to boil salt, how could this old man be so popular?"

"I have cut off the head of the salt officer, and there are also many of you!"

However, he caught the medicine bottle that Huang Shang threw, twisted it under his nose and sniffed it, and applied it to the old man under his middle nose. Huang Shang's face turned red when he heard his scolding. He had always heard of the evil officials of the court. Although Deng Yuanjue's rebellion was so angry that he was angry, he still suppressed his dissatisfaction.

Deng Yuanjue was able to consume his energy for an old man he had never known, and he was walking around for hundreds of miles in the world, and even killed officials and rebelled, leaving his life behind. He was obviously a hero. If Qiao Feng saw it, he would be afraid to pull him to drink three jars of fine wine. However, in the eyes of a literati like Huang Shang, his mood was extremely contradictory.

On the one hand, they admire their heroic spirit, and on the other hand, they are angry that they are ignorant of the kingly laws.

Chen Ang was completely despised by things like Wang Fa, and he also had some feelings for Deng Yuanjue, a hero in the market. He sorted out a clearing, took off his cloak, spread it on the ground, and said to Deng Yuanjue: "I am a doctor, help the old man over."

Deng Yuanjue saw the dense silver needles in the box around his waist, and believed it a little, and held the old man openly and openly. The old man's forehead was covered with sweat and his body trembled continuously. Chen Ang pinched his pulse and found that the old man's body was deficient and his essence was greatly discharged. He was only hanged by Deng Yuanjue's internal force.

"Fortunately you are not scrupulous. If you don't help him over, he will die if he can't reach Muzhou!" Chen Ang picked up a silver needle and sank into the old man's Tianling. His left hand was like playing a pipa, twisting, twisting, brushing, and thorning, quickly transforming into a phantom, brushing past the silver needle.

A hot air was forced out and turned into a thread of white mist, rising from the old man's heavenly spirit. Chen Ang's right hand kept pointing his internal force on the old man's many acupoints. The gentle true energy of "Jinkui Yao Lun" harmonized yin and yang and calmed the imbalanced aura of the old man's body.

The old man felt that his chest was in his chest? The stuffiness dissipated, and the heat squirted out in a breath of heat. His whole body was warm and comfortable. His heart was relieved for days and his inner heat was relieved. He fell asleep in a deep drowsy manner.

Deng Yuanjue breathed a sigh of relief and shook his body twice. It was obvious that his experience was consumed too much. He forced himself to keep his spirits and complained secretly. The two martial arts in front of him were mysterious and both of them were their own enemies in their lives. In their heyday, they still had to deal with it carefully. Now that his energy is exhausted, wouldn’t it be a sheep entering the tiger’s mouth?

It doesn't matter if you break yourself alone, but these two people are not in good intentions and the brothers are not prepared, which is a big problem.

At this moment, suddenly, a howling sound came from a distance. A man in coarse cloth clothes ran towards him with a treasure knife and rode his horse. He saw someone here from afar. The man stopped his horse and looked away and shouted, "Is the great monk Deng Yuanjue? The Dharma King of Baoguang?"

Deng Yuanjue was overjoyed when he heard his call and said loudly: "Nanli Dharma King, I am here!" He spoke his Dantian Qi with a full voice, his voice as high as thunder, and a vibrato was passed into Shi Bao's ears with the secret transmission of the Ming Cult.

"Monster Deng, don't worry, I'll come here now!" Shi Bao shouted loudly, slapped the horse and rose up. Chen Ang looked at him like a leopard, and he stood next to Deng Yuanjue, holding a steel knife in his hand, guarding Chen Ang and others.

He was completely different from Deng Yuanjue, and his eyes were even more hostile. Although he was a coarse cloth dress, he could see that there were fine silk underwear inside, which was completely inconsistent with Deng Yuanjue's style of wrapping his linen. When his eyes swept across the old man lying on the ground, he could not hide the arrogance of the martial arts people.

"Who are you? You dare to come to the territory under the jurisdiction of the Ming Cult, but you don't report it." Shi Bao glanced at Chen Ang and the others and sneered.

Not to mention the style of the Land King, the Dragon Horse Guards' eyes were cold and fierce, even Deng Yuanjue frowned. He clasped his hands together and said with a slight voice: "King Shi Dharma, let's talk about it later!" He signaled Shi Bao to leave here.

Shi Bao's face was gloomy, and it was not easy to wipe out Deng Yuanjue's face. He just stared at Chen Ang and the others, turned around and wanted to leave. He laughed and boasted to Deng Yuanjue: "The Dharma King Baoguang is doing well in Chun'an! Haha! It's really a pleasure to kill this thief with his hand."

"The dog official who killed his mother is our good brother!" He laughed to the sky, extremely proud. Deng Yuanjue thought it was not good, and his face changed terriblely. Sure enough, a clear voice came from behind them.

"Who gives you so much courage?" Chen Ang took his hands behind his back and walked out leisurely and leisurely. There was only a moment left before and after. He smiled and said, "I am the governor of the Song Dynasty, the Imperial Guard of the Palace Front. I would like to ask you, why do you want to die?"

Shi Bao snorted coldly, lifted the long sword diagonally, staring at Chen Ang in surprise and suspicion. Chen Ang's appearance was too strange. The voice was still behind his ears just now, but now, the person appeared in front of him. Chen Ang was holding his hands, and his breath was as complete. Under the lock of Shi Bao's long sword, he could not sense any of his flaws.

Chen Ang stood there, as natural as the breeze and the moon. Under the locked murderous intent, it was like a void. It was clearly there, but it was impossible to notice the abnormal breath. Deng Yuanjue couldn't help but feel a hint of cool air rising from his spine.

He thought he had overestimated this young man, but he did not expect that, not only did he overestimate him, but he looked down on his terribleness. Now that the arrow was on the string, he could only say with a hard scalp: "The road is facing the sky, let's go one side. Our Ming Cult and the Guanfujing will not violate the rivers. Please make way for a road."

Chen Ang glanced at him lightly and said indifferently:

"What is the ability of the Ming Cult? It will not violate the waters of the imperial court? In other words, why do you make our officials worry? When will it be the Ming Cult turn to make decisions in the territory of the Song Dynasty and the people of the great men?"

He glanced at the Ming Zun mark on Deng Yuanjue and Shi Bao, and said coldly: "On the Song Dynasty, the law is the only rule, and the court is the only rule. The Ming Cult is crazy and arrogant, and he claims to be respectful and replaces the law with the teachings. He is actually a ruthless person. Now, the imperial guards in front of the palace follow the national laws, ban the cults, and find out the illegality...|"

"With the mighty power of heaven, we can scatter the turbidity and cleanse the clear."

Chen Ang smiled inexplicably, looked at the two people on guard and said calmly: "Killing officials to rebel, separatist tyrants, and claiming to be kings. He just feels that the court is cowardly, the government is timid and calms down. Now we are here!"
Chapter completed!