"Hmm? Are you from Yankong's group?"

Li Xiake looked at the monks holding convenient shovels opposite, and his face turned gloomy: "Did Yankong teach you Shaolin Kung Fu?"

After several monks recognized Li Xiake, they were all extremely nervous. After looking at each other, the monk in charge pulled out a dagger and put it on the neck of the strong man beside him, and shouted to Li Xiake: "Don't come over! If you dare to come forward again, I will kill him!"

"Are you threatening me?"

Li Xiake did not take the life of the strong man in front of him at all, and reached out to take out a pistol from his arms and pointed it at the monk who threatened him in front of him: "I'll count three times. If you let him go, I'll leave you a whole body. If you don't let him go, hehe, one...and..."

The monks of Shaolin Temple did not move the pistol he carried with him. They all returned to the original owner, not even a bullet. Li Xiake was carrying a pistol in order to prevent any immediate needs. Now this monk threatened Li Xiake with his strong man's life. How could Li Xiake take this set? After the pistol was pointed at this person, the word "two" was called out and he had already pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The monk holding a dagger instantly shot his eyebrows.

When pulling the trigger, Li Xiake's body suddenly passed forward and instantly arrived in front of these monks. He recycled his pistol, and the magic-washing sword on his back ejected from the sword sheath and flew into his hand. A sword light flashed, and the two monks had been cut off by him.

"rise!"

With a sword swing, Li Xiake reached out and threw the strong man into the air, then made a move like the wind, slapped the monk in front of him with one palm.

His palm power is so great now. He slapped out several palms, and he slapped his shoulders and rushed to the ground.

After taking all these monks down, the strong man who was thrown into the air by Li Xiake fell to the ground. After landing, he staggered and almost fell down. He knelt down to Li Xiake and said, "Master Sanmu, is it really you?"

He had a surprise on his face: "Master Yanwu has said many times to you in front of Xiao. This time you killed so many Qing soldiers, Master Yanwu was also surprised and said that you would definitely go down the mountain to find him. He really told him the right thing!"

Li Xiake bent down and helped him up, and asked, "What do you call him? Where is Yanwu now? Is he okay?"

The strong man clasped his fists and said, "In Xiahong Sandong, he is a member of the Tiandihui branch. After Master Yanwu was injured by the dog traitor Yankong, he has been sent to a secret place to take care of him. It has been much better now. If the master wants to go, I will take you to see him now."

Li Xiake nodded: "This is not urgent."

He looked at the monks who were moaning and asked, "What's wrong with these bald heads?"

When Hong Sandong heard this, he glanced at Li Xiake and said to himself: "You are also a monk, but why do you speak so rudely to the monk?"

However, thinking that the masters have had strange tempers since ancient times, I felt relieved: "The three-eyed arhat is so murderous, so naturally I won't take my identity as a monk seriously, so why should I make a fuss about it!"

He did not dare to neglect and explained: "Master, these monks are all disciples of Yankong's scum who were trained privately. They are all very good at it. Some time ago, the brothers from our Tiandihui Fujian branch were all killed by these bald donkeys! Master, I'm not talking about you!"

Hong Sandong bowed to Li Xiake with a nervous look on his face and said, "I was excited for a moment, not intentionally offend the master."

Li Xiake sighed: "If you are bald donkey, just bald donkey, you are not me anyway! You said these monks are Yankong's disciples? Do you know where Yankong is going now?"

Hong Sandong said: "The villain really doesn't know, but you can ask these fake monks."

He said this and gritted his teeth and said, "Yankong not only betrayed Shaolin, but also sold all of us brothers who were anti-Qing and restoring Ming Dynasty! Long before the officers and soldiers surrounded Shaolin, he led the officers and soldiers to kill many of our brothers! This scum is really worth dying!"

Li Xiake sighed, "I don't know why Yankong wanted to turn against Shaolin. He acted well as a monk. If he didn't want to be a monk, he would just return to secular life. With his cultivation level, how many people could stop him? Why do you have to reach this point today?"

Hong Sandong said: "When Yankong was catching us, he once said to us that everyone thinks of glory and wealth, and he cannot avoid the vulgarity!"

He said with anger: "Just for the sake of glory and wealth, he did this kind of thing to deceive his masters and destroy ancestors and frame his compatriots!"

Li Xiake said: "The four words "glory, wealth and honor" are enough! Who can gain a firm foothold in the face of these four words?"

He said this and walked to a monk: "I ask you, where is Yankong?"

The monk lying on the ground moaned, closed his eyes and refused to answer.

Li Xiake drew out his long sword, cut it into two pieces with one sword, and then walked to another monk: "Where is Yankong?"

The monk's eyes showed great fear, but he still did not answer.

Without hesitation, Li Xiake slashed it with another sword and cut it into two pieces.

After he did the same thing, he killed three people in a row, when he arrived in front of the fourth monk, the monk finally collapsed.

Whether it is Hong Sandong or these monks, they have never seen anyone who asks questions like Li Xiake, who doesn't even need to be tortured. They really just draw the sword and slash it. They are so clean and neat that they are both vital and courageous. They don't even give you the chance to pretend to be a tough guy. If you hesitate, you will be killed.

Not to mention the monk being questioned, even Hong Sandong next to him was frightened and his heart was thumping, and he almost jumped out of his mouth.

"I said, I said! Master Yankong, no, Monk Yankong has long been hiding because of the master. Before leaving, let us look for the traces of Master Yanwu, saying that as long as you catch Master Yanwu, you will be a little worried and dare not kill him easily!"

The collapsed monk kowtowed in front of Li Xiake like pounding garlic: "As for where Monk Yankong went, we don't know. He didn't tell anyone at all, just said that he would come to us in person, so we didn't need to look for him on purpose!"

Li Xiake laughed and said, "I want Yanwu to threaten me? Li has never been threatened in his life. Even if Yanwu is killed in front of me, I will never give in. If he dies, I will avenge him! Want to threaten me? Hehe, I'm just a whimsical!"

He looked at Hong Sandong: "Brother Hong, should these monks be killed?"

Hong Sandong said: "These fake monks forced the robbery of the civilian women, burned, killed and plundered, and their hands were covered with blood. They all deserved to die!"

Li Xiake said: "Okay, you kill them!"

Hong Sandong was stunned: "I killed them?"

Li Xiake said: "Nonsense, since you say they should kill them, then kill them. Why are you polite?"

The remaining three monks were so scared that they kept kowtowing, shouting: "Give up your life!"

Hong Sandong picked up his single knife from the ground, raised it high, and slashed at a monk. When he was halfway through, he suddenly withdrew his knife and said to Li Xiake: "Master, I can't kill anyone who has no resistance!"

Li Xiake frowned and said, "Mother-in-law and mother, what can we do? A real man acts and wants to avenge him! You are hesitant to face your enemies and cannot bear to kill them. What else can you do? No wonder the anti-Qing always fails. It's really a bunch of pustules!"

When he said this, the great sword swept across and the three monks' heads flew out instantly.
Chapter completed!