Yang Sanniu walked towards the monk. His pace could be said to be quite slow, as if he was deliberately delaying time and giving the monk a chance to run away. However, as he walked all the way, the monk did not raise his head and let Yang San
No matter how the cow looked at him, he still squatted on the spot indifferently.
Yang Ergou, who discovered the problem, hurriedly urged, "Sanniu, hurry up, or the young master will come back later."
Helpless, Yang Sanniu could only mutter to the monk, "Since you refuse to leave, I have no choice but to offend you."
After saying that, he clenched his hand into a fist, and then hit the monk. In order to prevent an accident, Yang Sanniu suppressed his strength very little. However, the accident still happened, but it was exactly the opposite of Yang Ergou's idea.
When Yang Sanniu's fist hit the monk, he was instantly shocked, because he clearly felt that what he hit with his hand was not a person, but an iron mountain and an iron wall.
Looking down, Yang Sanniu found that the monk was sitting there as usual, motionless, as if his punches had not touched him at all.
What can be found is that the current monk has his eyes tightly closed, and his hands have been closed at some point, like an old monk in meditation.
Yang Sanniu's face was full of disbelief, and he was a little angry at the same time. Perhaps it was because the monk was motionless, which aroused his warlike heart.
He paused for a moment, then took his fist back and charged up his strength again, but this time Yang Sanniu did not choose to leave a spare hand, as if he wanted to prove that he was no worse than a monk.
Accumulate your strength and punch in just a few breaths.
Yang Sanniu's fist hit the monk hard. This time the monk was not as lucky as last time. His body slid backward uncontrollably until he was about three to five meters away before he could stop.
The monk suddenly opened his eyes, a ray of light burst out, and his face was full of shock. He never expected that this man, who was ordinary in appearance but a little stronger, could actually break through his golden bell, causing his body to retreat.
Five or six meters.
The monk looked at Yang Sanniu, and Yang Sanniu looked at him at the same time. The two looked at each other at the same time, and both saw incredible things in the other's eyes.
The monk suddenly stood up, took a step forward, and instantly came to Yang Sanniu. He asked in confusion, "Who are you? Why do you have such brute strength?"
Yang Sanniu shrugged, not answering his words, but threatening, "Who am I and what do you do? I tell you, get out of here as soon as possible, or I will make you look good."
In front of him, Yang Sanniu didn't want to say anything, and the monk didn't force him, but he didn't mean to leave. He just smiled and said indifferently, "Haha~ You are good, but with just some brute force, the poor monk can't do it."
As for being afraid of you."
"In that case, let's give it a try! I want to see which one is more powerful, your golden bell or my sharp fist."
Suddenly meeting a powerful person, Yang Sanniu became interested. At the same time, he also wanted to know whether his fists could defeat the person in front of him.
The monk still replied in a nonchalant manner, "You can just let your horse come over."
Yang Sanniu couldn't stand the monk's mean face early on, but when he heard him praising Haikou, he immediately took action.
Because he was afraid of Yang Sanniu's brute force, the monk did not sit still and wait for death. Instead, he stared at Yang Sanniu and waited with equal strength. As a result, the two of them instantly struggled with each other.
The two of them were going back and forth, one punch and one block. Because Yang Sanniu had never learned martial arts, his attack was quite simple, which was to hit the monk with his fist.
Although he had no moves, the monk did not dare to underestimate his opponent because of his natural brute strength. This was all due to Yang Sanniu's inadvertent punch just now, which broke the golden bell that he relied on the most, so he became serious.
Otherwise, if you hit him with one punch, your skin will still peel off even if you don't die.
At first, Yang Sanniu had the upper hand. Gradually, as the monk became more familiar with his punching methods, he soon figured out a way to deal with it. As the two fought, Yang Sanniu fell into a disadvantage.
The scene of the two fighting together was so fierce that it fell into Yang Ergou's eyes, making him stunned. At this moment, his mouth was open, and he did not dare to speak for a long time.
He really didn't expect that this smelly monk who had been begging for food at the door of Ling's Mansion for several days was actually an expert.
The most important thing is that Yang Sanniu, who they usually rely on the most, can't stand them at this moment, and he just threatened and intimidated them without shame.
Fortunately, he didn't think about doing it himself just now, otherwise...otherwise if he did, someone could easily control him with a little finger.
If he had thought of retaliating against him that day, would he have... Thinking of this, Yang Ergou's whole body trembled involuntarily, and his legs and feet felt a little weak for no reason.
Just when the two were fighting inseparably, a rather anxious voice came.
"Sanniu, what are you doing?"
When Yang Sanniu heard this voice, he immediately stopped what he was doing and froze on the spot. The monk was surprised by this sudden scene. The action in his hand had already gone out, but who knew that the other party actually stopped?
This forced the monk to use all his strength to neutralize the moves, so that Yang Sanniu was not injured.
Yang Sanniu felt a sharp wind hitting his cheek, and then he realized that he was fighting. When he tried to punch again, it was too late, because the monk's punch had already reached him.
Just when he was about to close his eyes and bear the sudden punch, the monk's fist suddenly stopped in front of him. At this time, the fist was only half a centimeter away from him. While he breathed a sigh of relief, he also felt a sense of fear in his heart.
However, as soon as he was fine, Yang Sanniu did not apologize to the merciless monk. Instead, he trotted up to the person who came, scratched his head and said with a silly smile, "Master, why are you back?"
At this time, he seemed to have forgotten about the fight he had just had.
After looking up and down, he found that Yang Sanniu was not injured. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then his face changed and he said with a look of dismay, "What's the matter with you? Didn't I tell you before not to fight with others?"
"Master, this...this..."
Yang Sanniu wanted to explain, but he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say for a while. His eyes kept looking at Yang Ergou, wanting him to explain, but who knew that when the latter saw his look, he immediately turned his head
Put it aside and don't care about his instructions at all.
Ling Yun said angrily, "What are you still looking at? You have to admit your mistakes when you do something wrong. You still want to ask others to intercede for you. You... forget it. I will settle the score with you later."
After speaking, she glared at him, and then walked towards the monk again. The expression on her face turned into an apologetic smile, and she apologized to him, "This eminent monk, my servant has just arrived and doesn't understand the rules. Please forgive me, eminent monk!"
"Huh? Is it you?"
When Ling Yun saw the man's face, he was shocked and stared at the monk in front of him in disbelief.
I feel very strange in my heart, what is this little monk doing here?
So he said in surprise, "You... I said you, a good little monk, don't chant sutras in the temple, why are you here? What are you doing here? In the past few days, I have often heard Ergou say that there is a monk who comes here to beg for food, and that one