Sign In Buddha's Palm Chapter 232

Su Qin had scanned a major part of Kunlun Mountains with his Divine Sense and was able to perceive the space fluctuations on top.

As he retracted his Divine Sense, Su Qin noticed a familiar aura approaching.

“Third Uncle, what are you looking at…” Seeing Su Qin's gaze, Li Wan quickly looked outside.

Then, a monk in a gray robe strode in.

The monk looked extremely unremarkable, as if he was just an ordinary person, but when Sword King Qingcheng saw the monk, his complexion greatly changed.

“Xuan Ku!”

Sword King Qingcheng suddenly got up and stared at the monk in disbelief.

He didn't expect that he would meet the Holy Xuan Ku of the Shaolin Temple here.

Hearing his words, the Martial Artists in the inn were stunned. Their eyes quickly fell on the monk who had just walked in.

“Xuan Ku?”

“He is Holy Monk Xuan Ku of the Shaolin Temple?”

“Isn't this Holy Monk Xuan Ku too young?”

“Since Holy Monk Xuan Ku came here, does he also want to compete for the War God Temple?”

The Martial Artists discussed heatedly, while their eyes constantly scanned Xuan Ku.

“Namo Amitabha.”

Xuan Ku slightly bowed and said: “This little monk came here not for the War God Temple.”

With this, the Martial Artists became even more confused.

The Martial Artists who came to Kunlun Mountains nowadays, basically came for the War God Temple. If Holy Monk Xuan Ku was saying that he's not interested in the War God Temple, why was he here at this time?

Under everyone's gaze, Holy Monk Xuan Ku raised his head slightly and loudly said: “This little monk has already found you, why haven't you shown yourself yet?”

“Little Monk Xuan Ku, you have chased me for a few months and across several tens of thousands of li, you're really determined to kill me, aren't you?”

A hoarse voice sounded, then a man walked out. The man's facial features were ordinary, but there was an inexplicable evil aura around him.

“Qixie Sanren!?”

One of the Martial Artist's expressions greatly changed, and there was a trace of fear.

Qixie Sanren was famous all around the continent. He once slaughtered several villages for the sake of Cultivating his evil arts. The Tang Empire also issued a wanted order against him. If it weren't for Qixie Sanren being a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster and the fact that he took advantage of turmoil to escape, he would've been captured long ago.

“Qixie Sanren, this Little Monk will probably not let me go if you get done in, so how about it (teaming up)?”

At this time, a thin man suddenly stood up and stood side by side with Qixie Sanren. The thin man had protruding cheekbones and his skin was sallow, but between his eyes was a certain tyrannical aura.

“Sha Zhenren, why is he here…”

The crowd could help but get cold hands and feet. Even Sword King Qingcheng had a trace of fear in his eyes.

Whether it was Qixie Sanren or Sha Zhenren, they were both Evil Path Cultivators at the Grade 1 Great Grandmaster level. Their methods were vicious and their every move resulted in wanton slaughter. Hence why the people around were scared.

“This little monk does not intend to kill you. As long as you are willing to follow this little monk back to the Shaolin Temple and enter the Demon Subduing Tower, you will still survive.”

Xuan Ku cupped his hands together and said softly.

“Hmph!”

“Demon Subduing Tower?”

“Do you think we will all lose?”

At this time, two more figures came out from the inn. One was a woman with a pretty face and the other was a tall man. Both were like Qixie Sanren and Sha Zhenren. They were both Evil Path Martial Artists.

Especially the woman with the pretty face, she was very adept at harvesting 'Yang Essence.' God knows how many male Martial Artist's Yang Essence, Qi, and Spirit she had sucked.

“My God, why are these four Evil Path Martial Artists here at the same time?”

The crowd in the inn felt their legs soften. They felt tremors in their hearts.

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of Holy Monk Xuan Ku, no one in the crowd would've realized that they were literally on the line between life and death.

Based on the personality of these four Evil Martial Artists, if it weren't for the fact that they were being chased by Holy Monk Xuan Ku, they would have taken action long ago; slaughtering all of the Martial Artists in the inn, and sucking all their blood essence.

Even Sword King Qingcheng's expression was solemn.

Although he had long been aware of the presence of other Grade 1s in the inn, he didn't know that it was these notorious Martial Artists.

“Xuan Ku, can you handle them?”

Sword King Qingcheng grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Since both he and Xuan Ku belong to the Righteous Path, how could he just stand by and watch?

Furthermore, if these Evil Path Martial Artists really killed Xuan Ku, they will definitely turn their heads and attack him.

“Victory and defeat will depend on the abilities of these people.”

Xuan Ku raised his head and looked at the Evil Path Martial Artists. He raised his right hand and his terrifying Internal Strength almost covered the entire inn.

Under the Buddhist aura, the Evil Path Martial Artists felt their strength getting suppressed.

“Little Monk Xuan Ku, don't be too arrogant. When you were still drinking milk, I was already moving unhindered in the world.”

Qixie Sanren's right foot stomped to the ground fiercely and like a poisonous snake, he rushed towards Xuan Ku.

The other three also used their own techniques, surrounding Xuan Ku in the center.

[Hong long long~]!

The fight between Grade 1 Great Grandmasters was pervasive. If it weren't for Xuan Ku's unwillingness to hurt the innocent and initially set up a cover for the inn, it would've collapsed long ago.

When the people in the inn saw this scene, their eyes lit up. They rushed out of the inn to safely watch Xuan Ku fight against several Evil Path Martial Artists.

A fight between Grade 1 Great Grandmasters was rare, Especially this kind of fight, as it was even rarer to happen.

After all, Grade 1 Great Grandmasters were not fools. Why would they take the initiative to fight with a powerhouse at the same level?

Only a Buddhist genius like Xuan Ku, who had the Cultivation Technique to restrain the Evil Path, had the confidence to chase down the Evil Path Martial Artists.

Sword King Qingcheng hesitated for a bit, and didn't immediately make a move.

First, if he did something at this moment, he would definitely scare away the Evil Path Martial Artists.

Secondly, he also wanted to find out the strength of Xuan Ku. With Xuan Ku's strength, a Grade 1 was usually not an opponent at all. At the moment, he was facing four Grade 1 Great Grandmasters, who should be able to force out all of Xuan Ku's strength.

“I'll wait until Xuan Ku can't support it and help.”

Sword King Qingcheng thought for a while and began to look at the battlefield outside the inn.

“Third Uncle.”

“Who do you think will win…”

Li Wan asked in a low voice with bright eyes.

Although in the Imperial Palace, Li Wan had also watched the battle between the red-clothed Court Eunuch and Vice Commander, how can it bring the same excitement from the life and death battle between Xuan Ku and several Evil Path Martial Artists?

Especially the overflowing Killing Intent exuded by those Evil Path Martial Artists, it made Li Wan feel inexplicably shocked.

“Who will win?”

Su Qin sat in the chair casually, with a hint of a profound expression.

[Authors Note: Ashamed, ashamed, a little bit stuck~~~]

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