"Yes." Meng Qinghe nodded and looked at Hu Yunxuan: "Your Highness, you take a rest first, and I'll go and meet you for a while."

"Sister Yuanchun, there are four great masters in total." The nun said softly.

"Let everyone go." Meng Qinghe put down the tea cup: "Let Zhao Xiu'e hide in the dark and don't come out."

"Yes." The innocent nun floated away.

"Four great masters!" Hu Yunxuan also put down her tea cup, stood up and said, "You can't handle it."

With three against one of the four great masters, it was impossible for them to defeat them. They had no choice but to block them by themselves.

She turned around and walked out.

"Your Highness!" Meng Qinghe said hurriedly.

Hu Yunxuan waved her hands and continued walking out. When she came to the vestibule of the main hall, she saw four middle-aged men.

The robes they wore had a black base, and were white from the collar to the skirt to the center of the sandalwood, which looked very special.

As soon as people saw this special clothes, they knew that he was a disciple of the Wuchang Sword Sect.

The four people stood with their hands behind their backs, like four swords coming out of their cases, with their sharp points exposed. The air in the entire front yard seemed to be filled with sword energy, and it was very cold.

Hu Yunxuan wanted to escape inexplicably.

This feeling of danger made her body stiffen and her face stiffen as she gritted her teeth and glared at the four middle-aged men.

They all looked up at the sky and then towards the main hall.

There is a golden Buddha statue enshrined in the main hall, which is said to be the founder of the first Vajra Temple. It has a big face and big ears, and is gentle and generous.

They didn't seem to know that Hu Yunxuan was coming, nor did they know that Meng Qinghe and the others were coming. They just stood with their hands behind their hands and looked at the Buddha statue in the main hall.

Meng Qinghe glanced at Hu Yunxuan helplessly and shook his head.

Hu Yunxuan snorted and said, "Who are you?"

The four middle-aged men looked over, like four swords piercing through the air. Cold light shot straight into their eyes, and they couldn't help but want to close their eyes.

Hu Yunxuan felt this way.

She felt her eyes hurt and couldn't help but want to cry.

Meng Qinghe formed a seal with his hands, and a heart-purifying mantra fell on Hu Yunxuan's head. Immediately, the nectar fell into his mind, and the feeling of crying disappeared.

Meng Qinghe said: "Are the four masters of the Wuchang Sword Sect?"
Chapter completed!