章 623: The Flute Was Played With No Sound, Who's the One Under the Umbrella

The blade slid down Master Qi Mei's back. At that moment, a light sound of blade carving bone could be heard. One could imagine what kind of pain Qi Mei was suffering.

However, there was no expression on his face – he was extremely calm. It seemed that what Ning Que's podao was cutting was not his body, but tree bark on the banks of a stream. At the moment Ning Que's podao was about to loosen, he turned around, fanning blood out into the air. He stretched out his hands and struck them out towards Ning Que's face.

Ning Que did not know who this middle-aged monk was, so his first iron arrow was shot at Luo Kedi, whom he knew and was always cautious of. But since this middle-aged monk was standing by Luo Kedi – he must be a bigwig of Buddhism Sect or even – a man of strength similar to Master Boshu in Xuankong Temple.