Whether it was the monk, the bronze captain of the Six Gates, or the middle-aged man with ordinary appearance, they all had broad knowledge.
It is precisely because of their broad knowledge that they clearly realize the horror of Jiang Xin.
The strength and realm he displayed clearly showed that he had only recently entered the Zhenyuan realm, yet he was able to fight in the river for such a long time.
Ge killed seven, oh, now eight demons, but they still looked shaky and about to lose their energy and blood, but they just wouldn't fall.
They think they are not bad and their strength in Yaodu is quite good.
But asking them to go to the center of the river and fight those monsters would be a problem, let alone fighting eight of them, even fighting one would be a problem.
The three of them are all in the Qi realm, close to the peak, but going to the center of the river to fight is really like delivering food to the demons.
Therefore, the three of them were ridiculed by ordinary civilians next to them, and they paused for a moment.
The bronze-medal captain Han from the Six Gates glanced at the civilian with a gloomy expression. The aura he brought made Wang Fuyuan tremble physically and mentally, and he felt uneasy.
The monk with red lips, white teeth and plain robes stood in front of him, and the terrifying aura disappeared immediately.
The monk, with a look of shame on his face, clasped his hands together and said, "You are quite right, benefactor. We should go and help. However, my skills are too low. Not only can I not help, but I will become a burden to that young man."
As for the middle-aged man with an ordinary face, he watched everything with a smile from beginning to end, as if he didn't care at all, and continued with the previous topic.
"From what I can see, he not only has the resemblance of the Ten Bloody Battles in the military, but his riding skills should also be extraordinary.
"The river was surging with waves, one after another. He stood on the waves, his waist lowered and his body erect, his punches always in rhythm. The waves not only did not weaken his strength, but made his punches even more powerful.
"In my opinion, if Dragon Tiger Fist is real, perhaps this person really is from the Zhang family in Kyoto..."
This judgment omitted many steps, and the young monk didn't quite understand it. The bronze-medal captain, after a moment's thought, understood most of it.
Ordinary martial arts sects do not teach much about riding skills, and usually just learning it is enough.
After all, they don't have a strong demand in this regard. When traveling around the world, it is enough to know how to ride. Of course, this is also because many big names do not have spacious venues and corresponding horse farms, so the children of the faction cannot achieve deep attainments in riding.
They don't have the conditions.
Only some military families or top clans would strictly teach their children. Their family martial arts are often related to riding skills or have certain riding requirements.
Based on this inference, the young man in the river is very likely from a top family.
Yes, they had already seen that the person in the river was a young man, because his energy was vigorous and masculine, like the rising sun.
He is definitely not old and is in a very young stage.
This also meets the requirements of the top geniuses from aristocratic families.
As for the fact that Zhang Mingtu came from an ordinary family, the three people present didn't believe it at all.
Ordinary people can’t even get access to horses, let alone practice such powerful martial arts.
It is said that becoming a literary prime minister requires the accumulation of more than three generations from a humble family or even aristocratic family.
But a Martial Saint requires more in this regard. Judging from the boy's movements, the fluency of his punches, and his age, he can truly be considered a seed of a Martial Saint.
Such a person could not have been born in an ordinary family.
There may be people with extraordinary talents, but they lack the corresponding skills and the corresponding time talent, so they cannot transform their talents into strength and their talents will only be wasted.
Wang Fuyuan was helped by the monk, and he knew that the monk was kind. Looking at the shaky figure in the river, he felt quite uneasy. He knelt on his knees and kowtowed three times to the young monk.
"Please help, Master. That young man saved my life. I don't have the ability. If you have the ability, I hope you can bring that young man back."
Wang Fuyuan didn't understand a lot of what the three people said and didn't know what they meant, but just looking at the situation, he felt that Jiang Xin's Zhang Mingtu was quite dangerous.
He knew that the young man in the river had saved the lives of three of him before he took action. If possible, he would like to repay him. However, he did not have the ability to do so, so he could only ask others for help.
"No need to worry too much."
Wang Fuyuan felt disappointed when he heard this. He wanted to bow again, but the young monk held him up with one hand and he could not bow any further.
But then the unremarkable middle-aged man next to him said, "There's really no need to worry too much. Regardless of whether that young man comes from a top sect or a wealthy family, his family members will never let him walk around freely."
"Such a dangerous operation, fighting more than ten demons under the moonlight, the guardians of his family must be nearby and cannot be far away."
"We don't need to interfere too much."
Just as he was about to continue, he heard the young monk shout, "It's about to end."
The Bronze Constable named Han also spoke up, "The dust is settling."
Wang Fuyuan stood on tiptoe and looked forward.
All one could see were huge monster bodies floating scattered across the river.
The person who made the move was believed by the three to be a young man. He stood in the middle of the river, looked up at the sky for a while, then turned to look at the shore.
Even from a distance of hundreds of meters, Wang Fuyuan could feel that the pair of eyes were sharp, emitting light even in the darkness.
He lowered his head involuntarily, and when he looked up again, the figure above the river had disappeared.
I heard the young monk's low sigh.
"I have always prided myself on being the temple's genius. Only after coming down the mountain did I realize I had underestimated the heroes of the world. This is the true young hero. I am far behind him."
Before the monk finished speaking, he just stepped on the tiptoe and leaped across the water in a few leaps, rushing to the center of the river.
His movements were relatively slow. The unremarkable middle-aged man next to him and the bronze-medal constable were one step faster than him.
The bronze-medal captain and the unremarkable middle-aged man first looked at the demon's corpse, while the young monk looked at the remaining fist intent and the strong true energy in Jiang Zhongxin's heart.
Captain Han quickly stood on the dragon turtle's body with a look of disappointment on his face. He said in disappointment, "All the blood and essence in the monster's body has been drained. It was a very clever method. There is not a single drop left."
There wasn't much expression on the middle-aged man's ordinary-looking face. His gaze was more focused on the wound, looking at the various marks and moves on it.
At this moment, he stood next to the young monk and said, "Young monk from Donglin Temple, have you noticed anything? Are there any other traces besides the Dragon Tiger Fist?"
"The True Energy is strong and powerful, and it should be the most advanced martial art. But for some reason, I not only feel the true meaning of Taoism in it, but also the Buddha nature of my Buddhism."
The old monk frowned, somewhat puzzled.
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