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Several long knives snapped in response, and the broken blades flew in all directions, and the two men in black couldn't dodge, and were hit by the flying broken knives, and one of them whimpered, and the other three were hit by the broken blades, and they wailed in pain.

"Bodhisattva spare life!" The wounded man in black escaped from the temple with a wail and disappeared into the dark jungle.

The rest of the men in black followed the three men and dispersed in a hurry.

Only the wolf-shaped mask remained, and he still shouted to himself: "Kill him!" There was more trilling in the shouting.

The man on the shrine jumped down and slowly approached the wolf-shaped mask.

"Bodhisattva spare life!" The wolf-shaped mask let out a strange howl, spread his legs, and ran wildly.

As soon as he ran out of the temple gate, he only heard a "plop" sound, and was tripped by the corpse lying on the steps, and the wolf-shaped mask screamed miserably, ignoring the pain, he got up on his stomach and fled without a trace.

The Ranga Monastery returned to silence.

Under the dappled moonlight, corpses were everywhere and blood was everywhere.

A young man stood in the middle of a pile of dead bodies, his face dazed!

……

When Bu Yunfei opened his eyes, the colorful beams of light disappeared. In front of his eyes, the moonlight was hazy, and the dark shadows wandered in the clouds.

Before they could react, the shadows rushed up.

The black shadow was strangely dressed, and the sharp blade in his hand shimmered in the moonlight.

Bu Yunfei pulled out the spring steel he carried with him and protected his head, which was a subconscious self-help action.

There was a crisp sound, and several swords collided with the spring steel, snapping in response, and the broken blades knocked down two black shadows, and the pungent bloody qi diffused in the air.

Bu Yunfei's hands were sore and numb from the impact, and he saw clearly that the black shadow's face was wearing a mask, like a bull's head and horse face in hell. He thought he had been taken to hell by a beam of multicolored light!

However, what was surprising was that the spring steel in his hand could easily break the sword in the black shadow's hand.

There is nothing unique about the quality and strength of this spring steel. The strength and toughness of the knives on the market are not worse than the spring steel in Bu Yunfei's hands, or even stronger. The only thing unique about it is that it is cast differently from the most popular steel tools on the market - it is a product forged by the soil method. Because of this, this spring steel can compete with the sword, but it must not break the sword!

Bu Yunfei regards it as a priceless treasure, not because of its strength and toughness, but because it is the key to solving the mystery of Tang Dynasty folding steel technology, and it is also the only clue to solve the mystery of "Tianji Eight Pillars Folding Gang Saber".

However, in this strange night, at least five swords were broken by this section of spring steel!

Could it be that the old craftsmen actually used the soil method to forge high-quality steel that modern technology could not reach?

Thinking of this question, Bu Yunfei was no longer afraid.

For someone who likes to get to the bottom of things, a good question is far more appealing than fear!

He jumped out of the shrine and walked over to the dark figure with a wolf-like face, the only one in the temple who could still speak.

"Excuse me, what kind of material are your swords?"

"Bodhisattva spare life!" The wolf-like face let out a wail and fled the temple without a trace.

Bu Yunfei stood in place in a daze, only to find that around him, there were dead corpses all over him, and under his feet were blood on the ground!

Fear came back to my heart.

Behind him, a faint voice came: "Bodhisattva! ”

Bu Yunfei shuddered, turned around to look, and saw that under the shrine reflected by the moonlight, there was a Caucasian with a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets, and from the face shape, it looked very much like a West Asian.

"Bodhisattva!" The Nasyasian struggled, kneeling to the ground facing Bu Yunfei.

Bu Yunfei hurriedly stepped forward and held the man's hands: "I'm not a Bodhisattva!" A bloody breath came to his face, and Bu Yunfei felt nauseous in his heart - the man had a steel knife stuck in his chest, and the blood did not stop.

"If you're not a bodhisattva, you're sent by a bodhisattva!"

"Where is this?" Bu Yunfei asked hurriedly, not wanting to bother with the Bodhisattva's question.

"Jungnam Mountain, Langa Temple!"

"Jungnan Mountain! Which Jungnan Mountain! Bu Yunfei was confused, he knew that there was a Zhongnan Mountain on the outskirts of Xi'an, which was very famous and a hermit's land. But the coastal city where he lives is thousands of miles away from Xi'an. Could it be that the plane crashed and crashed in Zhongnan Mountain? But Zhongnanshan is not on the airway.

"Which one else!" The Nasian people turned pale because of blood loss: "In the whole world, there is only this Zhongnan Mountain outside Chang'an City!" ”

"Chang'an, you mean Chang'an?" Bu Yunfei was shocked in his heart, and suddenly felt bad, Chang'an is Xi'an, but now, even Nie Hongqian, the old master, can't say the name "Chang'an" in his mouth. This place name only appears in historical records.

"What year is it?"

"Fourteen years of Tianbao!"

"You mean, it's the year of Tianbao!" Bu Yunfei was taken aback.

"The Bodhisattva is from the fairy world, and I don't know the name of the world!" The voice of the West Asian became weaker and weaker: "Bodhisattva, my name is Kusmanu, I am a Persian merchant, that is my ......"

Kusmanu was silent, already out of breath, but his arms were raised flatly, pointing to the steps outside the temple.

Bu Yunfei put down Kusmanu and walked out of the temple gate quickly.

Outside the temple gate, five camels lie in the open space, surrounded by a mess of bags, which have been opened, and goods are scattered all over the place, including silk, ceramics, pearls, and jade, all of which are priceless goods.

The hideous-looking men in black were clearly not interested in the cargo.

Bu Yunfei mixed garlic at his feet, looked down, and on the steps, there was a big man, judging from the outfit, it should be a Persian accompanied by Kusmanu. The big man's face was dark, he couldn't see his face clearly, he faintly saw a big beard, and there was a short knife stuck under the big man's ribs, and the blood ran down the blade, dyeing his robe red.

The big man still had a faint snort, the injury was extremely serious, and he lost too much blood, although he had a snort, it was only a lingering breath, and it was estimated that he would not live for half an hour.

Bu Yunfei was about to leave, but he couldn't bear it, so he sighed, squatted down, and took out a bottle of white medicine from his pocket.

This white medicine is not a popular product sold on the market, but a given to him by an old craftsman. The old craftsman lived alone in the mountains and forests, collected mountain medicinal materials by himself, and prepared this kind of white medicine, as a time of emergency, the raw materials are all good natural medicinal materials in the depths of the high mountains, although the workmanship is rough, the curative effect is a hundred times better than the mass production of white medicine on the market.

Bu Yunfei applied the white medicine to the wound of the big man, and then untied the placket of the big man's chest to make him breathe easier.

After doing this, Bu Yunfei stood up and arched his hand to the big man: "I, Bu Yunfei, can only help you get here, whether you can survive or not depends on your creation!" ”

The moonlight is like water, the mountain breeze is blowing, and the grass and trees are swaying.

The pitch-black cliffs, like sharp swords, plunged into the deep sky.

A long, mournful wolf howl came from the cliff and echoed through the empty valley.

Bu Yunfei shivered, took a big stride, and ran away.