Chapter 124: Human Favors (Chapter 3, requesting subscriptions, requesting monthly tickets)

Yu Liancheng and Mr. Iron Flute engaged in a life-or-death struggle, moving like thunder.

On the other side, Xinmei and four Shaolin disciples had already surrounded Afei. The positions they each stood in were very particular, and their Qi was fused into one, their coordination seamless and watertight.

This was precisely the Lohan Array of the Shaolin Temple.

Although only five people were forming the array, its power was not to be underestimated.

Ordinary martial arts experts, when faced with the famous Lohan Array, would likely have been panicked and flustered long ago.

But Afei was very quiet, not moving at all.

When he was eight or nine years old, he had seen a crane trapped by a python.

Although the crane's beak was sharp, it dared not strike easily.

Because the python had coiled itself into an array, its head and tail responding to each other.

When the python grew impatient, the crane's steel-like beak struck the python's seven-inch vital spot like lightning.

By that time, Afei had already understood eight characters.

——Control movement with stillness, await the exhausted with the rested.

Therefore, since the Shaolin monks did not move, he did not move either.

As for the other side, he had great confidence in Yu Liancheng.

Xinmei and the others also dared not move rashly, because the youth's sword was truly too fast.

They had moved rashly before, and with a flash of sword light, if not for the prowess of their array, one monk would have already lost his life.

Of course, if Xinmei were willing to pay the price of one or two monks' lives, there would be a chance to capture Afei.

But Xinmei was, after all, a man of the cloth; how could he be willing to trade the lives of his own sect's disciples for Afei's life?

Now, whether it was the five monks including Xinmei, or Afei, all were focusing their full attention on staring at the other, while simultaneously keeping themselves in peak condition.

Waiting only for the opponent to reveal a flaw, to kill with a single strike.

The contest between them, while not comparable to a true life-and-death struggle, was equally tense and thrilling.

They could not even pay attention to the battle between Yu Liancheng and the others.

But they all had great confidence in their own partners.

It was just that as time passed, the confidence of Xinmei and the others grew weaker, while Afei's confidence grew stronger.

Because they had heard the continuous screams of You Longsheng, Long Xiaoyun, and others.

Fortunately, Master Xinmei and the four disciples had excellent Chan meditation skills; otherwise, with their minds agitated at this moment, they would have already been broken out of the encirclement by Afei.

Furthermore, even if You Longsheng and the others were no match, there was still Mr. Iron Flute.

With Mr. Iron Flute's internal energy and reputation, he would definitely not be unable to defeat a mere greenhorn.

Clang!!

Another sound of metal clashing rang out, followed immediately by Mr. Iron Flute's exclamation and the sound of fluttering robes.

"Good, since you want to leave, I will send you on your way."

Then came Yu Liancheng's voice and the sound of palm wind breaking the air, and finally, a "thud" as something fell to the ground.

Xinmei and the others already understood that Mr. Iron Flute had also met with disaster, and might even have lost his life.

Their hearts could not help but grow anxious; if Afei and Yu Liancheng joined forces, they feared these five would also perish here.

At this very moment, Afei's figure suddenly moved.

The sword in his hand also moved.

The sword light pierced toward a relatively young monk.

It was only because the monks, upon hearing Yu Liancheng's voice, could not help but have their minds wander, revealing a flaw.

And this young monk had the most flaws.

Afei would never let this flaw go.

"Careful!" Xinmeiheshang struck out with both palms, the palm wind whipping up a violent hurricane, pushing the young disciple away, but exposing his own undefended opening to Afei's sword.

With just a single opening, Afei could kill.

Let alone such an obvious opening.

The sword light was like lightning.

It went straight for Xinmei's heart.

This sword strike was supposed to be foolproof, and even Xinmei felt all hope was lost.

Ding!

But an invisible force struck Afei's long sword, knocking the blade off course.

Afei could have continued with a round of lightning-fast attacks to take Xinmei's life, but he did not, because the one who had flicked out this force was Yu Liancheng.

Afei's gaze looked sharply toward Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng held his broken sword and walked over slowly.

Previously, his sword light, like a pouring galaxy, had severely wounded Mr. Iron Flute; Mr. Iron Flute had wanted to escape, and only after leaping outside the wall was he struck by a blast of Yu Liancheng's palm power from a distance, falling on the other side of the wall.

As for whether Mr. Iron Flute was dead or alive, he did not care.

When Yu Liancheng saw Afei's first sword strike toward the young monk, he had already anticipated the second, and thus flicked a finger, just in time to neutralize Afei's second strike.

At this time, Afei looked at Yu Liancheng, his expression still cold, but Yu Liancheng already understood his meaning and explained slowly: "You attacked Zhao Zhengyi because you wanted to. And you held these monks back because you felt you owed me. Now that what you owed me has been repaid, if you kill Xinmei, it is equivalent to offending Shaolin. If you are hunted by Shaolin because of me, then I would owe you."

Yu Liancheng slowly raised the broken sword in his hand and flicked it with his finger, emitting a very brief trembling sound: "You are unwilling to owe others favors, and I am the same. I will handle my own affairs myself."

Afei looked deeply at Yu Liancheng, and after a long while, slowly spat out one word.

"Good."

When this word was finished, Afei turned around and left with Lin Xian'er, who had been hiding nearby watching the battle, without looking back.

Watching the backs of the two as they left, Yu Liancheng suddenly revealed a mysterious smile.

"You have paid your debt now, but you will soon owe me again."

A moment later, Yu Liancheng turned his gaze toward Xinmeiheshang: "Alright, monk, now it is just us left. Make your move; let me see the peerless divine arts of the Shaolin Temple."

Xinmeidashi pressed his palms together and said, "Benefactor Yu, your slaughter today has been too heavy; if this continues..."

Yu Liancheng sneered, "I am telling you to make your move to give you a chance, not to listen to your preaching. If you try to fob me off with this nonsense again, I will strike. Once I strike, you will have no chance to make a move."

Xinmeiheshang fell silent.

Although he had not seen Yu Liancheng strike with his own eyes, the fact that Mr. Iron Flute and the others had been defeated so quickly proved many things.

"Since that is the case, this old monk will offend you."

Xinmeiheshang waved his robe sleeves, and the wide sleeves billowed as if filled with powerful energy. He held his hands in a flower-pinching gesture, gathered vigorous energy, and lifted them slightly, leading the four monks behind him to strike their palms toward Yu Liancheng simultaneously.

This strike of his contained the true energy he had cultivated his entire life, and his aura merged with the four monks behind him; it was the combined power of five people, and its might was truly not to be underestimated.

Yet Yu Liancheng did not retreat; instead, he took a step forward.

He pressed his hands out, unleashing a force like a thunderbolt, and the irresistible power surged forth, whipping up a violent gale that made the clothes of Xinmeiheshang and the others snap loudly.

Boom! Boom!

The next moment, the two pairs of palms collided without any fancy tricks.

As the four palms struck, a look of shock and disbelief immediately appeared on Xinmeiheshang's face.

He was a high monk of Shaolin, and his Internal Force was incomparably vigorous; this strike, launched with the support of four other monks, was truly unstoppable.

But soon, Xinmeiheshang's expression changed.