"I want to meet these guys." The other three young men in blue shirts all looked very interested.

Patrolling the streets all day long, catching petty thieves, and dealing with trivial matters such as quarrels, it really kills one's ambition.

Of course they couldn't wait to see such exciting things, especially since they were all outstanding figures in the sect and leaders of the younger generation.

But he couldn't meet martial arts masters all day long, so most cases involving martial arts masters were intercepted by Fengtian Palace.

While they were talking, Zhou Aotian suddenly narrowed his eyes and said softly: "Someone has gone in!"

"Um?"

"Someone sneaked into the temple just now." Zhou Aotian said calmly: "Did anyone find it?"

A young man in a blue shirt nodded slightly: "Old Zhou, I seem to have seen someone, at least four."

Zhou Aotian nodded slowly: "It should be eight."

"Damn, are there really any bold people out there?" Another young man in a blue shirt shouted, "It's broad daylight, and we're still here!"

"They may not recognize us."

"Even if you don't recognize us, you should know that there are murders in the city, and our town and patrol officers will pursue them."

"You want revenge, right?"

"Lao Zhou, shall we go in?"

They couldn't wait to rush in and see which eight guys were so bold and wanton.

"Wait a minute." Zhou Aotian waved his hand.

The three of them looked at him in confusion.

"Old Zhou, if it's too late and they are killed, our responsibility will be huge and we won't be able to explain it to His Highness the Twelve."

"No rush." ​​Zhou Aotian said slowly: "Since they dare to open a temple and build a temple, how can they not be prepared?"

He listened carefully and nodded gently: "He is indeed a master. Let's sneak over and have a look."

"Yes." The four people quietly floated over the wall and landed in the front yard, where they saw the twelve people fighting fiercely.

The four women held their backs against each other, forming a self-protective formation. They swung their swords gracefully and elegantly, and the swords were shining like water, resisting the attacks of eight middle-aged men.

The eight middle-aged men also used swords. The swords were shining like a blizzard, making Zhou Aotian and the four of them speechless.

I didn't expect this middle-aged swordsman to be so powerful. I'm afraid they may not be opponents. It seems that he is overwhelmed and struggling to hold on.

Then he looked at the other four women, who were making mudras with their hands and muttering, apparently reciting Buddhist mantras to help.

Zhou Aotian and the other four were confused.
Chapter completed!