"Xia Liu?"

Zhihai's eyes flashed slightly when he heard the other party's words.

The other elders of Huashan Temple also looked confused.

They didn't understand that the abbot of Tianyin Temple, one of the four northern temples, ran to their Huashan Temple just to see Xia Liu?

These words of Jueyin made them a little confused.

"Abbot Jueyin, I don't know what you are looking for Xia Liu. He is just an ordinary disciple in this temple."

Zhihai spoke.

"Is that right? I heard that he is the strongest young generation of your Huashan Temple."

"And it is said that he has ten scars on his head."

"So I want to see it today."

Jueyin said lightly.

Zhihai heard Jueyin say ten scars, and his expression changed and his pupils shrank.

"Sorry, Xia Liu is now practicing in seclusion, so it is not convenient to meet people."

"I'm sorry, Abbot Jueyin!!!"

Zhihai said apologetically.

"It's not convenient to meet people, or do you don't want them to meet people?"

Jueyin sneered.

"Abbot Jueyin, what do you mean?"

Zhihai frowned.

"What if I have to see Xia Liu today?"

Jueyin's expression subsided and he shouted directly.

Immediately, Zhihai and the other elders of Huashan Temple changed their faces and their expressions were a little ugly.

"Abbot Jueyin, what do you mean?"

"Where did my Huashan Temple offend you Tianyin Temple?"

"Although your Tianyin Temple is strong, I am not something that anyone can bully me in Huashan Temple."

Zhihai said with a majestic look on his face.

"Brother Zhihai has a very strong temper, but unfortunately, with your mere Huashan Temple's strength, I don't take it seriously."

Jueyin snorted coldly.

"Give you three days to hand over Xialiu, three days later."

"If you can't see Xia Liu, Huashan Temple will no longer exist."

Jueyin said coldly and walked directly outside the hall.

Behind him were two middle-aged monks with strong aura.

Seeing Jueyin left.

Zhihai and others all looked very ugly.

"Abbot, how could Jueyin suddenly become interested in Xia Liu?"

"And for this, I will destroy my Huashan Temple!!!"

An elder of Huashan Temple said with a heavy expression.

"I'm afraid this matter is related to Xia Liu's life experience."

"He just mentioned Xia Liu's ten scars. Obviously, he came to find monks with ten scars."

"The only people who will do this are related to Xia Liu's life experience."

Zhihai said in a deep voice.

"Abbot, what should we do now?"

All the elders of Huashan Temple were looking at Zhihai.

"No matter what, you can't hand over Xia Liu."

"Otherwise, once Xia Liu is hurt, my Huashan Temple will be finished."

Zhihai spoke.

"Abbot, if we don't hand over Xia Liu, I'm afraid my Huashan Temple will be finished in three days."

"With the strength of Tianyin Temple, my Huashan Temple is simply unable to fight against them."

Zhimo said coldly.

"yes!!!"

These elders of Huashan Temple nodded one after another.

"Go to contact the other two temples and see if you can ask for their help."

Zhihai said in a deep voice.

And outside Huashan Temple, Jueyin and the two middle-aged monks walked here.

"Abbot, I just asked about it. Xia Liu doesn't seem to be in Huashan Temple."

"I don't know where he is now? What are we going to do?"

A middle-aged monk said to Jueyin.

"Look at Huashan Temple and contact the abbots of the other two temples in the south."

Jueyin said.

"Abbot, are you planning?"

The two of them glanced at Jueyin.

"If there is one Buddhist power missing in the southern martial arts world."

"I guess they will be happy to see it."

A sneer appeared at the corner of Jueyin's mouth, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

And among the Mo family, a martial arts aristocratic family in the south.

In the room where Mo Xiaoyao is, the door was opened.

A young man with a frivolous expression walked in.

Mo Xiaoyao lay on the bed and watched the young man come in.

She stood up suddenly and frowned.

"Yang Mo, whoever allows you to come in, please go out for me!!!"

Mo Xiaoyao looked at the man and shouted.

This young man is Yang Mo, the young master of the Yang family, who is one of the martial arts families with the Mo family.

It was also the person that Uncle Mo Xiaoyao wanted him to marry.

"Xiao Yao, we are going to be husband and wife soon, why bother to be so disgusted?"

Yang Mo's eyes flashed with evil light and stared at Mo Xiaoyao, and walked towards her.

"I won't be husband and wife with you."

"Just because you want to be my Mo Xiaoyao's husband, don't think so, you can leave me quickly."

Mo Xiaoyao snorted coldly.

Yang Mo immediately looked dark and shouted coldly: "Mo Xiaoyao, don't be too self-righteous."

"If you didn't look pretty good, you would be Miss Mo again."

"You think you are a waste who cannot practice."

"Are you qualified to step into the gate of my Yang family and be my Yang Mo's woman?"

"I can marry you, it has been a blessing you have cultivated for several lifetimes. Don't be ungrateful."

"Today I will let you know how powerful I am Yang Mo is."

After Yang Mo said that, he rushed towards Mo Xiaoyao.

He threw Mo Xiaoyao on the bed.

"Bastard, what are you doing? Let me go!!!"

Mo Xiaoyao's expression changed and he shouted quickly.
To be continued...