Chapter 681

This was the Shaolin forbidden area, and usually, no one else came here, so Su Chen had successfully caught a whole mountain chicken and was preparing to return to the Half-Moon Inn to roast and eat it!

"Amitabha, benefactor, this is not a place you can come to!"

Seeing that Zhang Wuji had ignored their warning, the monk was secretly angry and immediately put his hands together.

Zhang Wuji looked at the monk indifferently: "I advise you to retreat as soon as possible, otherwise don't blame me for not being polite!"

"Presumptuous!"

Hearing this, the monk's face turned livid, and he scolded angrily: "This old monk is the Dharma-protecting Vajra of the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands of Shaolin. If you dare to touch this poor monk even slightly, I guarantee you will definitely not escape death!"

"Oh, so it is a high monk from the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands of Shaolin. I have long heard of you!"

Hearing about the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands of Shaolin, Zhang Wuji was slightly surprised, then smiled: "However, today, I must obtain this Heavenly Command Token and the Nine Yin Divine Art!"

"Amitabha, good, good..."

Hearing Zhang Wuji's words, the monk's face twitched.

Then he heard him say loudly: "Little brat, stop being arrogant. Today, this old monk wants to see how much weight you have!"

After speaking, the monk jumped up and attacked Zhang Wuji.

"Hmph, you don't know what's good for you, go to hell!"

Seeing the monk attacking, Zhang Wuji gave a cold shout and immediately swung his fist to meet him.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound came, and the monk immediately vomited blood and retreated several meters, knocking over a large rock and smashing a hole.

At this time, Zhang Wuji was still standing where he was, not moving a bit, while the monk had long since fainted on the ground, life or death unknown.

"Puff..."

On the other side, Xue Xian'er, because she could not withstand that pressure, suddenly sprayed a mouthful of blood and then fainted.

"Miss Xue!"

Zhang Wuji hurriedly supported her, held Xue Xian'er in his arms, and after checking Xue Xian'er's pulse, he couldn't help but frown, because he discovered that there was an extremely hot aura in Xue Xian'er's body, which seemed to be devouring the meridians in her body, making her weak and even on the verge of death.

"Young master..."

Just at this moment, Xue Xian'er, who was in a coma nearby, slowly opened her eyes.

"Fire poison!"

Just when Zhang Wuji was at his wit's end, a voice came from the side.

"Are you guys fighting?"

Zhang Wuji turned his head to look, and Su Chen, who was carrying a large mountain chicken, was looking at Zhang Wuji and asking suspiciously.

"Uh!"

Seeing this, Zhang Wuji was stunned; he didn't expect Su Chen to suddenly pop out.

Immediately, Su Chen stared straight at Zhang Wuji, his gaze sweeping over Xue Xian'er for a moment.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Wuji asked.

"Who am I?"

Su Chen smiled contemptuously, "My name is Su Chen. I was passing by here today and heard the noise from your side, so I came to take a look."

After hearing Su Chen's words, Zhang Wuji's face changed instantly, and he stood up: "Su Chen? Are you the owner of the Half-Moon Inn?"

Su Chen glanced at Zhang Wuji in surprise, "Eh?"

"How do you know me? Are you..."

"Senior, I am Zhang Wuji. This trip is specifically to go to the Half-Moon Inn to visit you!"

Zhang Wuji said, cupping his hands.

"Zhang Wuji?"

Su Chen was stunned: "What are you looking for me for?"

"The world says that Mr. Su's fortune-telling art is unparalleled in the world. I want to ask Mr. Su for a divination to calculate my future destiny."

Zhang Wuji cupped his hands again with a pious face.