"Sure enough, he's also a cultivator!" the bearded man snorted coldly, as if he had already guessed such a result.

Without further ado, he let out a low snort, his clenched fists like sandbags, glowing with a rich red glow.

The bearded strong man didn't have the slightest fancy punch out, and smashed it fiercely towards the young monk's chest, without any mercy, and there was a tendency to blow him to death.

The young monk's expression did not have a trace of waves, looking at the red light, and the white palm stretched forward.

"Buzz!"

A fist and a palm instantly approached in mid-air, and two strong spiritual powers collided, and a buzzing sound sounded in the air.

The two figures flew back separately, stirring up countless withered yellow leaves, one after another, like continuous autumn rain.

It was pouring rain outside, and the cold was oppressive.

There was a rain of leaves floating inside, and the murderous intent was seeping people.

"The early stage of the Spirit Sect Realm?" The bearded strong man who took a few steps back before pausing squinted at the young monk who also took a few steps back, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

At such an age, he was able to enter the early stage of the Spirit Sect realm, and in this world, he could almost be called a genius.

"Unexpectedly, a monk I met casually was a strong man in the early stage of the Spirit Sect Realm. The bearded man twisted his wrist slightly, and there was a crackling sound between the joints.

"But it's a pity that although my qualifications are not as good as yours, I am older than you, and I am not enough to see in the early stage of the Spirit Sect Realm!"

The bearded strong man glanced at him coldly, and the spiritual power fluctuations on his body skyrocketed again, and he actually directly crossed the early stage of the Spirit Sect Realm and stayed in the middle of the Spirit Sect Realm!

The young monk felt the fluctuation of spiritual power on his body, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

He knew that the strength of the bearded man was stronger than him, but he didn't expect that he had just been a realm higher than him.

He usually practices almost all of the Dharma, and rarely cultivates, so if he can have the current cultivation, it is also because his master can't bear to waste his talent and urges him to cultivate in his spare time.

According to his master, it is necessary to strengthen the body.

Feeling the faint coercion in the air, the young monk regretted for the first time that he had not put more effort into his cultivation.

Yes, he didn't regret saving the brother and sister.

In his opinion, human life is only once, and it is very precious, and since God has brought you into this world, it must have a certain meaning.

People should not die easily.

"If I can't stop him, you two run away. The young monk looked at the slowly approaching sturdy figure with a calm expression, and said to the two thin little guys behind him.

Looking at the resoluteness on the young monk's face, the bodies of the two little guys couldn't help but tremble.

This kind of resoluteness is familiar to them and strange to them.

Familiarly, they had seen this look on their father's face on that cold night.

Strangely, they hadn't seen such a look on anyone's face since that night.

The young monk stopped talking, because the bearded man had already pounced on him with a smirk, and he was full of murderous energy!

He did not retreat, but advanced, and desperately led the bearded man into the distance, hoping to give the two poor children more time to escape.

Under the big tree, the two little heads looked at the two figures fighting in a daze.

One is tall and one is short, one is fat and one is thin.

Coarse black clothes and clean linen shirts flew in the air, like angels and demons fighting.

One black and one white, one evil and one good.

"Fluttershy, do you remember what your father and mother looked like when they were dying?" the little boy with red eyes suddenly muttered.

"I'll never forget it for the rest of my life. Fluttershy bites her lip tightly, a sad look on her face.

"yes, I'll never forget it for the rest of my life. The little boy's fists clenched tightly.

He clearly remembered that that night, many men in black rushed into his house, and the strong man uncle who came to the house as a guest, who originally looked honest and honest, suddenly became a vicious devil for some reason.

He didn't realize what was going on at all, but under the protection of his father, he grabbed his sister's hand and kept rushing out.

There are people falling down and standing up, and there are constantly broken hands and feet flying high in the air, like the shuttlecock that he and his sister often play, and there is also a constant splash of bright red liquid, like a splash from a waterfall falling straight down.

Some even splattered on his and his sister's faces.

The liquid was warm, but his heart was cold and full of fear, because he knew that it was blood.

"Striker, run with Fluttershy!" was the last thing he heard his mother say.

In the next second, the mother, who had always been gentle and virtuous in his memory, pushed him and his sister to the door close at hand.

At the moment when she fell, he clearly saw the familiar gentle smiling face inside the door.

"Mother!" he and his sister cried out hoarsely.

"Let's go!"

Their father had no time to grieve, and the tall figure stood in front of the door, desperately trying to close the door, with a look of eagerness on his pale face.

"Poof!"

At this moment, a sharp knife tip slammed through his chest, and warm blood splattered on the faces of the two children again, equally warm.

"Tsk, I can't imagine that after being poisoned, you can last so long, your spiritual power is really strong, if you don't poison it, how can you give me a chance to kill you?" A voice with some emotion sounded behind the tall figure.

The figure of the bearded man walked out of the shadows, holding a sharp long knife in his hand.

"Don't say anything, can you let these two children go?" the little boy's father pleaded with blood in his mouth to the bearded man.

"Let them go?" The bearded man suddenly laughed, looking like crazy, and then his expression suddenly became hideous, "Then did your father let my father go?!"

"It's your Song family who is sorry for my Zhang family first, I want you to pay for this!" The bearded man's voice was full of resentment.

In the Song Mansion, the screams were endless, and in the cold night, this scene was like eighteen layers of hell.

"What a beautiful sound. The bearded man listened to the wails with some enjoyment, but the long knife in his hand jerked forward.

"But you seem to be missing from these voices. ”

The boy's father snorted, blood running from the corners of his mouth.

"Don't worry, these two children of yours, I will treat them well, you can go with peace of mind. The bearded man leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

The bearded man was in a trance in front of him.

The Zhang and Song families were originally two families that were quite close, because the head of the two families was the brother of Yijie Jinlan.

And he and Song Wenmao, the eldest son of the Song family, are also good brothers who have played since childhood.

It's just because of that incident that there is a crack in the relationship between the two.

"There's no going back. The bearded man muttered to himself.

The long knife went in and out, and the blade was dyed scarlet.