"King of Ksitigarbha" noticed the sneak attack of Dao San Mao, and another big golden hand slapped it out.
The palm wind is strong and the skills are great.
San Mao did not hesitate, his little hand wrapped around the wrist of "Kissari Ksitigarbha" like a snake. With a heavy pinch, the wrist bone immediately shattered. With a painful wail, San Mao's little hand pinched the throat of "Kissari Ksitigarbha" and twisted it. The throat bone was broken and the throat pipe was ruptured.
Ksitigarbha King Jin Se's big head tilted and was killed by Sanmao in one move.
The three-mao little hand grabbed the face of "King of Ksitigarbha" and a character mask and a hood were caught, and a monk's head was revealed.
And this monk is the romantic monk hiding in the sedan chair and dating with the empress dowager.
"Haha... I guessed it."
San Mao laughed loudly, and before he forgot to block Yan Jing behind him, he pointed at Daoji with a little hand and said crisply: "Bald donkey, I have known that you have evil thoughts for a long time, haha... Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva actually hangs with the Arhat. What kind of pride is this? Who can't see the trick?"
Although Yan Jing did not know martial arts, he hid behind San Mao's thin body, but felt extremely safe. He waved his fists and shouted at Daoji, "Bald donkey, dare to kill me? Do you deserve to die? You will definitely go to the eighteen levels of hell and endure the torture of King Yama."
"Oh, I hate it so much!"
Daoji was so angry that his face was ferocious, and he disappeared from the calmness and solemnity he had just now. He turned a Zen stick from somewhere, pounding the floor and said angrily: "Milk, "Milk, I asked him to dress up as a Buddha, not to dress up as Ksitigarbha, but he insisted on not listening, hum... I deserve to die."
San Mao laughed, pinched his waist and said, "Old bald donkey, do you think this 'Kiss Ksitigarbha' is dressed as a Buddha, but I can't recognize it? Fart, let me tell you, from the first time I entered the door, I knew they were dressed up by humans. This trap has long been "exposed". It's ridiculous that you thought how superb the trick, bald donkey, how stupid you should be? Haha... stupid donkey, really stupid donkey..."
San Mao was born in the Yandang family, and what he is best at is the art of disguise.
Youlan's disguise technique is the best in the world, and the three "mao" naturally learned nine points of ability.
Various disguise techniques were almost hidden in San Mao's eyes. He just needed to take a look at him casually to know whether this person had disguise.
When these monks met San Mao, they really made a big sword in front of Guan Gong and asked for trouble.
Moreover, even if San Mao is not proficient in disguise, these fake Arhats cannot escape the Three Mao’s judgment.
Why?
You should know that San Mao is an old monster with eighty years of skill. His ability to distinguish shapes by listening to the wind is more delicate.
People always have to breathe, no matter how light you breathe, they have to breathe.
Except for those who have undergone special training in breathing, or real peerless masters, the sound of their breathing is impossible to escape the ears of the three-haired "haired" within such a close distance.
How to analyze it, these "arhats" met the three "mao", which is really pitiful.
"Haha... Little 『Mao" child, so what if you find out?"
Monk Daoji moved his body and shook his body, and stood under the Buddha's desk, looking at San Mao and Yan Jing with a cold look on his face, "Today, when you enter the temple gate, you are surrounded by layers of encirclement. It is difficult to get out alive. Brothers, rush forward and send them to hell to see Ksitigarbha!"[
The golden monks rushed towards the high platform with swords, guns, sticks and sticks in their hands.
San Mao roared, and his sharp voice shook the sky and shaking out. He looked at the monks surrounded by the sky and the ground, and laughed. The bamboo pole in his hand had the advantage of length. He used the bamboo pole as a gun. When his wrist trembled, his wrists showed a gorgeous gun flower.
There was only a muffled sound of puffing and four or five golden monks were pierced through their chests by bamboo poles, and blood was flying, and they were stabbed to death in one move.
"Boy, it's amazing!"
Daoji was extremely surprised. According to the news he received, San Mao was just a rude eunuch. He was so skilled that he could not be as good as he could not be as good as he could be.
However, when I saw you today, I realized that the gossip was bullshit.
This kid is very powerful, and his skills are the most terrible thing to be alert to the fact that he exposes the monk's trick of disguising himself as an arhat.
Monk Daoji swept his Zen stick and hid ten thousand pounds of power.
The bamboo pole collided with the Zen stick, and the bamboo pole was immediately shattered, and the Zen stick continued to sweep across.
"Good come!"
The three "mao" was not afraid at all. The little hands grabbed the powerful body, but there was a huge force hidden in the Zen staff, which shocked the three "mao" the tiger's mouth broke and left bleeding.
Daoji laughed proudly, shook his Zen stick and stabbed Yan Jing behind Sanmao.
"drink!"
In a critical moment, San Mao moved his strength to transport all his strength to his palm, endured the pain of the rupture of the tiger's mouth, and held the Zen staff tightly.
The Zen Staff trembled violently, sliding half a foot in the palm of Sanmao's palm, and finally was blocked by Sanmao's super palm force. The sharp blade on the head of the Zen Staff was shaking half a foot in front of Yanjing, which scared Yanjing so much that he almost urinated on his pants, but he still held on his own.
"How is that possible?"
Monk Daoji was completely shocked. The stick just now had a huge force. As soon as he moved forward, why did this little eunuch catch it?
Born divine power?
Even if you practice in the womb, you won’t have such perverted strength, right? This...this is incredible.
"Old bald donkey, go to die."
San Mao grabbed the Zen stick with one hand and slapped Monk Daoji's chest with the other hand.
If Monk Daoji wants to dodge, he will throw away the Zen stick. He is reluctant to let go and makes a fuss in his heart: "Milk", if you try hard, you have enough skills, and you will also have a palm out, and you will know the internal skills of Sanmao - he doesn't believe that he can't beat a little child after sixty years of his skills."
Daoji really can't fight.
Bang!
One big, one small, just as the two hands touched, a huge airflow formed a vortex, and a muffled thunder sound suddenly sounded, roaring like a thunderbolt.
boom!
All the monks were shocked and their heads were thundering. Several monks were not good enough, and their ears were bleeding.
The figures are suddenly combined and separated.
Monk Daoji's calm figure was like a shattered catkin, and was shocked to fly out of the ground with a plop.
Several monks hurriedly helped Monk Daoji up
Daoji's face was flushed with purple blush, pointed at the three "mao" and said intermittently: "You... who are you? So... So awesome... I... I don't accept it."
A mouthful of blood spurted out!
After saying this, my body tilted and I was dying.
"Die... Jinlan Protector is dead... Jinlan Protector is actually dead..." The monks were in chaos, with extremely panic expressions, as if the sky had fallen.
Yan Jing was shocked: "Monkey Daoji is actually the Jinlan guardian? Haha... Sanmao, you are so powerful, you actually killed Jinlan guardian. Haha, Sanmao, you are so great, you are really amazing."
Sanmao's face was purple and red, and she said in surprise: "Kinglan Protector? Who is Jinlan Protector...? Is it very... very powerful?"
Yan Jing said: "The Golden Lan Dharma Protector is the fourth disciple of the Mongolian Golden Staff King. Do you think it is powerful?"
"My day!"
San Mao was so shocked that he swears. When he was shocked, he could no longer suppress the blood rushing in his body. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and his thin body was about to fall.
"San Mao, you can't die!"
Yan Jing hugged Sanmao and cried loudly. This time, he was so scared that he was so scared that he was wearing a pants.