"This Yin-Yang Sutra is really perverted. As long as you have such a suitable physique, improving your cultivation is no different from cheating."

Chu Lingyun sighed, and was also glad that he took down Ye Liuyun in time.

Otherwise, the more yin energy Ye Liuyun sucks in for a longer time, the higher his strength will be.

A crazy guy like this is simply unsatisfactory. It is hard to imagine how much he can grow with such crazy sucking.

Once he is truly grown up and wants to take him down again, it will not be a simple thing.

However, God finally opened his eyes. Although Ye Liuyun harmed many women, he did not encounter any good physique.

Otherwise, his cultivation level would be more than that at the beginning, and he would have entered the extreme realm and become a genius.

Without thinking too much, Chu Lingyun took a deep breath, calmed his mind slightly, and began to close his eyes and adjust his breathing.

Although the injured tendons and veins have been repaired a lot, the internal qi is still very messy, and you need to adjust your breathing well and correct it.

On the bed, the twin sisters Shinohara Chixue and Shinohara Chihuan were seriously damaged because Feng Qianchi had consumed a lot of their blood before.

In addition, they were destroyed by Chu Lingyun for two hours and absorbed a lot of Yin Qi. At this moment, they were as if they were exhausted from their power, and they both collapsed on the bed, making them rarely move their fingers.

The two of them didn't care about getting rid of themselves and soon fell into a deep sleep.

After a long time, Chu Lingyun woke up from entering into meditation.

Feeling that his blood and energy were full of energy and his strength was stimulating, he couldn't help but grin.

He turned his head and looked at the two sisters on the bed. Chu Lingyun covered them with a cold quilt and turned around and went to another room.

After he finished washing up, a burst of fatigue came and he fell into bed and fell asleep immediately.

In a Zen room in Guanghua Temple.

The old monk in gray robe looked at Yan Zheng's terrible body with a blue face, and it seemed that a beast was about to explode in his chest.

When he left Shaolin, Yongji, the head of the precepts, told him to protect Yanzheng well and never let him get into trouble.

But now? Yan Zheng is actually dead!

How did he explain to Yongjiyuan first after he goes back?!

There is no way to explain it at all!

At this moment, the old monk in the gray robe had the intention to kill people.

He couldn't help but roar: "Who is it, who dares to kill Yan Zheng?"

After glanced at the old monk with gray robe like a glaring Vajra, Nangong Wushi suddenly raised his eyebrows and said lightly:

"Old bald donkey, why are you yelling? I haven't settled the score yet! Yan Zheng and that guy Feng Qianchi attacked and killed Brother Chu, you must give me and Brother Chu an explanation, otherwise the matter will not be over."

The old monk in gray robe raised his eyebrows, and under the wide monk's robe, his fists clattered and gritted his teeth, saying, "Chu Lingyun? Did he kill Yan Zheng?"

Nangong Wushi's face suddenly darkened, and he looked at him with cold eyes and said, "What? Do you still want to attack Brother Chu?! If that's the case, I don't mind fighting with you."

Faced with Nangong Wushi's toughness, the old monk with gray robe twitched a few times.

There is no way, you can definitely not beat it, but you can't admit defeat just because of this, right?

He snorted coldly: "Hmph! Nangong Wushi, don't think you can protect Chu Lingyun. Our Shaolin will never be so kind to Yanzheng's death. At that time, our Shaolin's anger will not be able to resist by your only Nangong family. I hope you don't mislead yourself."

"Haha!" Nangong Wushi laughed angrily, "I'm sorry? I'm afraid it's you Shaolin? I want to see what kind of scene will it be if my martial arts colleagues know about your Shaolin genius and Feng Qianchi collude with the devil Feng Qianchi."

The old monk in gray robe was obviously stimulated and shouted in anger: "It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous! Is it true that Yan Zheng colluded with Feng Qianchi? If you don't have any evidence, it's better not to talk nonsense, don't cause trouble for your Nangong family."

Nangong Wushi was stunned by his confrontation like this.

He was extremely angry about Yan Zheng and Feng Qianchi's joint efforts to kill Chu Lingyun, and he really didn't think about it.

Now not only Feng Qianchi is dead, but even the people in the manor are dead. Now there is no evidence that Yan Zheng and Feng Qianchi have joined forces.

Moreover, the most critical point was almost ignored by him.

Feng Qianchi died in Yan Zheng's hands in the end!

If you are accidentally bitten by the other party, Chu Lingyun will be in trouble.

Thinking of this, he spoke, "Hmph! Old bald donkey, don't think I don't know what you think. You know whether Yan Zheng has joined forces with Feng Qianchi. I just want to tell you that it is impossible to separate the relationship. Think about it carefully and give me Brother Chu an explanation! Let's go!"

After saying that, Nangong Wushi waved his hand and turned around and quickly left the Zen room with Nangong Jingyang and others.

Looking at the backs of Nangong Wushi and his group of people leaving in a hurry, the face of the old monk in the gray robe became increasingly ugly.

He tugged his fists tightly together, his whole body trembled slightly, and he said word by word:

"Chu Lingyun, you kill my Shaolin disciple and want to explain, it's just too much to deceive others. This matter will not be settled so easily. You must repay your life, and it will be a shame to me."

Thinking of this, the old monk in gray robe said to the outside, "Come on, pack up Yan Zheng's body and send it to Shaolin overnight."

As soon as he finished speaking, several monks walked in quickly and carried Yan Zheng's body out.

In the car, Nangong Jingyang turned his head to Nangong Wushi sitting behind and said:

"Dad, it seems that this matter is not easy to deal with! Now all the people in the manor are dead, and from Feng Qianchi's death wound, it is death from Yan Zheng's hands."

"If Shaolin bitched Mr. Chu for this and said that Mr. Chu colluded with Feng Qianchi, even if Shangguan Youyou testified, it would probably be useless!"

Nangong Wushi frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head gently and said calmly:

"It's okay, we have no evidence, do they have it too? Feng Qianchi was indeed killed by Yan Zheng, but with Yan Zheng's cultivation level, there are a few people who believe that he can kill it. This is a confusing account. If it really doesn't work, everyone can just verbally fight. Anyway, we don't have to be afraid of Shaolin."
Chapter completed!