Chapter 128 Maitreya Master

"Dream on!"

The five people naturally refused to agree.

The woman smiled indifferently, "If that's the case, then you can die."

After the voice fell, the ribbon wrapped around the woman's arm shot out like a silver snake, and actually enveloped the five people.

The five people naturally refused to show weakness, and each of them killed each other.

Boom!

The six people fought and fought in a group. The woman was a third-grade master, and her strength was also the best among the third-grade masters.

Facing the five masters, the palace skirt woman was one against five, but she was not at all inferior.

"Brother!"

The girl in the distance approached her brother closely, with a look of fear on her face.

The young man could feel the momentum of the six people fighting. He gritted his teeth, held on, and pulled his sister back quickly.

The continuous fighting of several people spread the true meaning of martial arts, and the energy swept the whole hall. For a time, dust and smoke rose.

Swish!

Pei Xuanjing frowned slightly, flicked his sleeves, blocked the fluctuations of the fight between the several people, and the swaying bonfire calmed down again.

Seeing Pei Xuanjing's nonchalant move, the young man's eyes lit up, thinking of Pei Xuanjing's kindness just now, hesitated for a moment, and approached Pei Xuanjing directly.

Pei Xuanjing glanced at the approach of the two people, but did not say much.

At this moment, his attention was not on the six people fighting, but mainly on the elegant man who looked like a scholar.

The fighting between the several people was getting louder and louder, almost overturning the hall.

"Everyone, if you overturn this hall, we will have to spend the night in the heavy rain." Pei Xuanjing's voice sounded faintly.

But it fell into the ears of the six people fighting, like thunder.

"Master!"

The faces of several people changed drastically, but the fighting still did not stop.

The woman in the palace skirt seemed to have something to rely on. Even if she was surprised by Pei Xuanjing's voice, she was naturally fearless with the middle-aged man by her side.

The five burly men naturally could not surrender to the constant attacks of the woman in the palace skirt.

Pei Xuanjing frowned slightly as he watched the six people continue to fight.

Suddenly, the elegant man in white said, "Yiyao, since Brother Pei has spoken, stop for now!"

"Yes, Master." The woman in the palace skirt nodded, stepped back, and stood respectfully behind the elegant man in white again.

"Hmm?" Pei Xuanjing looked at the elegant man in white, a name popped up in his mind, and he said, "You are Zhao Baiyang."

"Brother Pei really has a good eye." The elegant man in white, or Zhao Baiyang, smiled.

Pei Xuanjing's face turned cold when he heard the words, and he slowly stood up, and his aura began to change.

There was only one reason that could move Pei Xuanjing so much, and that was the identity of Zhao Baiyang in front of him, the contemporary leader of the Maitreya Sect.

Zhao Baiyang, whose original name was no longer known, was named Baiyang after he became famous in the world.

The teachings of Maitreya have three stages: the initial stage, the middle stage, and the final stage, which correspond to the Qingyang Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha, the Hongyang Sakyamuni, and the Baiyang Maitreya Buddha.

The man is named Baiyang, which shows his ambition and confidence.

Since Zhao Baiyang ascended the throne as the leader of Maitreya, the power of Maitreya has been growing day by day. He can be said to be a great leader and a major concern for the Ming Dynasty court.

Pei Xuanjing never thought that the other party would appear here just for a few third-grade warriors.

So, when the other party revealed his identity, he knew that Zhao Baiyang came for him.

"Master, is he Pei Xuanjing?" The woman in the palace skirt showed curiosity.

As the saint of Maitreya, Yu Yiyao has been trained by the leader Zhao Baiyang since she was a child. She was able to enter the realm of the third-grade master at the age of 23, which was considered a genius by many people in the sect.

But when the name Pei Xuanjing came into view, everything she had became dim compared to the other party.

Originally, she was still thinking about when to prove to her master that she was absolutely no worse than the other party.

But in the next two years, news about Pei Xuanjing came out one after another, especially when the other party killed the deputy leader of the first-grade warrior with a second-grade warrior, which made Yu Yiyao dumbfounded.

She had never thought that there would really be such a genius in this world, or a monster or a demon.

Now, when she heard her master say that the ordinary young Taoist in front of her was the famous Pei Xuanjing in the world, she couldn't believe it.

It seemed that there was nothing special about him except that he was a little handsome.

When the name Pei Xuanjing was called out, it was not only Yu Yiyao who was a little surprised.

The five burly men who had just fought with Yu Yiyao were also shocked. They never thought that they would meet the now famous Pei Xuanjing in this dilapidated temple in the wilderness.

Especially the fourth brother, thinking that he almost had a conflict with the rumored extremely fierce Pei Xuanjing, his heart almost tightened, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

The leading man also heaved a sigh of relief. He just thought Pei Xuanjing was not easy to mess with, and thought that they were already in trouble, so they stopped the fourth brother.

He was really lucky, otherwise he would have been dead if he had offended this man.

However, when he thought that the one who was chasing him this time was Zhao Baiyang, the leader of the Maitreya Sect, he unconsciously became gloomy.

He looked at the two people who were confronting each other, his eyes flickering, as if he was planning something.

The young man and the girl had obviously heard of Pei Xuanjing's name. After knowing Pei Xuanjing's identity, the girl couldn't help but let out a soft cry, but her brother quickly covered her mouth.

The two were the weakest of the four parties in the hall, like shivering lambs, and could only hide here and wait for the lions and tigers to decide the winner.

"This is Pei Xuanjing, the most famous in the world today." Zhao Baiyang said with a smile.

His tone was very calm, as if he was introducing an old friend, and he didn't care at all that many Maitreya masters died in Pei Xuanjing's hands.

Pei Xuanjing didn't care about other people's thoughts, and didn't know what Zhao Baiyang was up to. He motioned Pang Hong to stand behind him, and his hand slowly fell on the hilt of the sword.

The rain was still pouring, and the wind was howling.

The wide-open door of the hall was flooded with wind and rain from time to time.

But at this moment, everyone's attention was not focused there, they just looked at the two people tightly.

Even before these two people made a move, no one dared to make any move.

In the originally small hall, the atmosphere was extremely depressing at this moment.

"Are you here to kill me?" Pei Xuanjing looked at Zhao Baiyang and said in a cold tone.

As his voice fell, the true meaning of martial arts gradually spread, and the true energy in his body flowed and attached to the Shenxiao Sword.

Almost everyone seemed to hear the faint sound of the sword.

The battle was about to start!