Before the thin monk could speak, the monk who had been sitting with his eyes closed stepped forward with a Crescent Spade in hand and shouted, "Benefactor, you have great strength. Let this little monk learn from you."
At the sight, Zhang Xiaohua was furious.
Along the way, he had first avoided the Long Swords Bai Yonggui and Chai Feng used to ambush him on the deserted island. Then, aboard the ship, he had used his lightness skill to intimidate the Xinrong Sect members and hidden in his cabin rather than meet them. Just now, he had displayed his strength by uprooting a willow tree. He had endured and endured, intimidating them time and again—was it not all to tell them, I, Zhang, am not afraid of you. I simply do not wish to stir up trouble; I only want to return home quietly. But what about the Xinrong Sect? When silencing him failed, they sought reinforcements. They even wanted to seal his acupoints and take him away with them. They clearly wanted his life!
He had gone to such effort to push down the great tree, and the Xinrong Sect people had been shocked—yet this monk had stepped out again. It seemed they would not give up until they crashed into the southern wall. If he did not show them a little color, they would not know King Ma had three eyes!!!
Watching the monk enter the encirclement, Zhang Xiaohua sneered. "Since you, great monk, wish to fight, then let us fight. First, state your name."
Holding his Crescent Spade, the monk declared proudly, "This humble monk is Yuanshan of Great Forest Temple!"
"Great Forest Temple?" Zhang Xiaohua frowned. In truth, he knew little of the martial world. When he had heard there was a monk involved just now,