There are snacks from the south, snacks from the north, and snacks from the east and west. The various aromas are mixed together to make them more tempting.

In an alley of Nanhua City, two middle-aged monks were walking slowly, calm and solemn, showing the demeanor of eminent monks.

They wore gray monk robes and were plain and simple.

One has a rugged appearance, and the other is handsome.

They were disciples of the Vajra Temple. They passed through Nanhua City in a hurry, went into the city to replenish some food, rested for one night, and then continued on their way.

When going out, even though he is a disciple of Daxue Mountain, he is still cautious and tries not to cause trouble.

Halfway through the alley, two middle-aged men in blue shirts walked towards them, their steps were light and they had long swords on their waists.

When they saw two middle-aged monks, they couldn't help but be startled, as if they were quite surprised, and then stopped and clasped their fists: "Are the two masters senior monks from the Vajra Temple?"

"Amitabha." The two middle-aged monks said, "The two donors are..."

"I have met the two masters. We are disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect." The two middle-aged men in green shirts looked at each other with a smile and looked at the two middle-aged monks.

"Tianhai Sword Sect..." The two middle-aged monks looked solemn, and the handsome monk said: "The poor monk Fa Jing."

"Master Fajing, we are destined to meet each other. Since we are here, I will sit in the east."

"Amitabha." Monk Fajing shook his head and said, "Thank you sir for your kindness, but I have something to do and cannot delay."

The two middle-aged men in green shirts frowned, showing displeasure.

A young man in a green shirt laughed: "It seems that the two masters look down on us."

"The poor monk has no such intention."

"Haha..." The middle-aged man in green shirt shook his head and said with a smile: "Then let's go sit in the restaurant in front."

The two middle-aged monks frowned and lowered their faces.

"Are the two benefactors trying to cause trouble for us?" Monk Fajing said solemnly, "What do they want?"

"Haha..." The middle-aged man in blue shirt said with a smile: "Isn't my Tianhai Sword Sect not as good as your Daxue Mountain, and am I looked down upon by you so much?"

"You can do it if you want to, why bother?" Monk Fajing said coldly: "But there is still an ambush?"

"Master, are you looking down on us?" The middle-aged man in blue shirt said with a smile, "Do you still need an ambush to deal with the two of you?"

Monk Fajing's gray robe slowly puffed up and then flattened down. He stopped talking and just walked forward.

The two middle-aged men in green shirts stopped talking, drew their swords out of their scabbards, and pointed the sword tips at Fa Jing and the others.

Fajing and another middle-aged monk continued to move forward, getting closer and closer, and finally almost touched the tip of the sword.

"Buzz..." The two sword tips suddenly transformed into two groups of silver light, respectively covering the two monks facing Fajing.

"Ding ding ding ding..." In the clear sound, Fa Jing and another middle-aged monk Fa Gu raised their palms to attack, like gold and iron clashing.

There were white marks on their palms, and the sword tip failed to break their skin, making the two middle-aged men in green shirts look gloomy.

No matter how exquisite their swordsmanship is, if they can't break through the opponent's skin, it's all in vain.

"Amitabha." Fajing clasped his palms together and said slowly: "Two donors, please step aside now. This poor monk can pretend that nothing happened."

"Haha..." The middle-aged man in green shirt from before laughed, his laughter was weird, and the tip of his sword trembled slightly.

However, a faint glow emerged from the tip of the sword.

Fajing and Faguo looked solemn, indicating that they were about to show their true skills.

"Buzz..." Two pieces of silver light appeared from the tip of the sword again, shrouding the two monks, followed by a light whistle of "chichichichichi".

Fajing and Fagu took three steps back. There were holes in the chest and shoulders of the monk's robe, and small red spots could be seen oozing out from the skin.
Chapter completed!