The fat monk was caught off guard and was hit immediately, and a bag was smashed out of his forehead - although it was just a stack of bills, under the infusion of Gang Qi, it was actually no different from a small brick!
"Oh, fuck!" The fat monk was furious, and he picked up the broom next to him and came over!
Zhao Xiaohu sneered, swept over with a beautiful high-explosive leg, broke the broom, and kicked the fat monk into the air, and fell into the grass.
Although this kick looks heavy, Xiaohu actually has a good sense of timing. Otherwise, the person will not fly far away, but will directly make a pit in the chest - that is a real kick, and it will kill someone!
But the fat monk didn't think so. He was originally a rogue. A year ago, he was a social youth in nearby Luxi County. Later, he got into trouble and had to run away here. It happened that Mingyun Temple was recruiting monks. He
Then he signed up.
For a person like Fat Monk, it was unreasonable to stir up trouble, let alone reasonable. At this time, he was beaten first. If he didn't seize the opportunity to cause trouble, everyone knew that he had the nerve to call himself
Fat man?
"Brother Minghui, you must help me make the decision!" The fat monk shouted while rubbing his chest.
The young monk who brought Chen Tairan and the others over also had an angry look on his face, pointed at Zhao Xiaohu and said, "Okay, so you guys didn't come here to offer incense in the first place!"
"No, what the hell!" Zhao Xiaohu's eyes widened angrily and he cursed: "Is this really a monk's temple? Is there anyone so black and bullying like this?"
"We don't need you as an outsider to dictate how we open the temple! If you want to take care of it, fine, if you have the guts, don't run away!" Minghui said with a sneer, turned around and left.
Chen Tairan sighed and walked forward to say hello to the two monks, an old man and a young man.
"This time I'm bothering the donor again." The old monk clasped his hands together and saluted Chen Tairan.
"You're welcome." Chen Tairan waved his hand and said with a smile: "How did you come to Xiangxi? It's just a coincidence."
The old monk smiled lightly: "There are trillions of sentient beings in the world. Meeting the donor once is by chance, but twice is fate."
Chen Tairan's scalp felt numb, thinking that he could not understand such a mysterious and mysterious truth with someone with a bald head, so he smiled and stopped talking.
After a while, the young monk led a stern-faced monk who looked to be about thirty years old and rushed over. When Chen Tairan saw it, his muscles couldn't help but tense up - not only him, the monk opposite also had the same feeling.
It feels like two ferocious beasts suddenly encounter each other in the jungle, and they naturally notice each other at first sight!
Glancing at the fat monk, the cold-faced monk raised one palm, saluted Chen Tairan, and said coldly: "It turns out he is a friend of the Jianghu Dao. May I ask which sect the benefactor is, and why he was injured?"
My disciple of Mingyun Temple?"
As soon as Chen Tairan saw this posture, he knew that the other person was also from Jianghu Dao, and immediately shrugged and said: "My surname is Chen, and I am from Jianghuai Xingyi Sect. As for why I hit your person, haha, you can ask him yourself."
How could the fat monk take this trick and immediately tell the story again with added detail?
He himself uttered bad words first, and was described as "the disciples said something to them, asking them to leave as soon as possible." However, the story of Chen Tairan and Zhao Xiaohu beating him was vividly described, and every detail was extremely exciting.
.
As for this guy's eloquence, he could compete with Guo Degang. Chen Tairan had to secretly admire him.
After hearing this, the cold-faced monk immediately frowned with his thick eyebrows. He stared at Chen Tairan and said coldly: "Almsgiver, you are going too far. Do you really think that my Mingyun Temple is a small place and you can just run wild?"
Chen Tairan was so angry that he laughed back: "Then what do you want?"
"Those who humiliate others will always be humiliated!" The cold-faced monk curled his lips and suddenly rushed over!
Zhao Xiaohu instinctively raised his leg and kicked him sideways. Unexpectedly, the opponent's body was as hard as a piece of iron, which made his own feet hurt!
"Hiss... holy shit!" Xiaohu was defeated and could hardly even stand up straight.
"Amitabha, donor, you are so cruel." The cold-faced monk clasped his hands together, his monk's clothes fluttering in the wind. You can see that his arms, neck and other exposed skin have turned yellow and glowed almost like metal.
strange luster.
Chen Tairan quickly threw a reconnaissance technique at it, and the result he got shocked him.
[Jianghu people] (one of the masters): cold-faced monk. Level 27, force value 127-136, telepathy value 47-55, health value 1771. Combat occupation: warrior. Life occupation: monk. High-risk skills: golden bell cover and iron cloth
Shirt, Arhat Fist, Two Finger Zen.
Damn it, could this guy come from the Shaolin Temple? How come he has all the unique Shaolin skills?
Chen Tairan knew in his heart that this person was so powerful that neither Chu Zhendong nor Zhao Xiaohu could deal with him, so he had no choice but to do it himself.
"Bang!" After a muffled sound, the two fists collided hard together, and then separated as fast as lightning.
"Not bad, you're so damn excited, come again!" Chen Tairan sneered and charged forward again!
The expression of the cold-faced monk changed greatly. He did not expect that Chen Tairan could actually wear a golden bell and an iron cloth shirt, and judging from his skill and cultivation, it was obviously not inferior to him. What... is this? Could it be that he was also a member of the Shaolin Temple before?
people!?
Before he could think about it carefully, Chen Tairan had already waved his hand and hit him with a tiger cannon punch - others couldn't see it, but to the cold-faced monk, the guy in front of him punched like the wind, and there was a vague tiger-shaped ball around him.
The aura makes it difficult to breathe!
Chen Tairan did use the tiger-shaped fist among the twelve-shaped fists. Although he did not use his ultimate move and his aura was temporarily invisible, masters of the same level could still feel it. At this time, his aura was expanding violently.
, fighting fiercely with the aura of the cold-faced monk, and no one was willing to take back even a little bit.
This is indeed the skill of Xingyimen! After the cold-faced monk fought dozens of moves with someone, he suddenly had an idea in his mind.
However, this guy actually possesses both Shaolin and Xingyimen Kung Fu. He is a rare freak...
Thinking of this, the cold-faced monk suddenly stepped back and shouted: "Stop!"
"What?" Chen Tairan put away his fist and sneered: "Aren't you going to 'humiliate' me? Come on, keep going."
The cold-faced monk took a deep breath and said: "Donor, you claim to be a member of Jianghuai Xingyi Sect, but I have only heard of Shanxi Xingyi Sect, Hebei Xingyi Sect, and Henan Xingyi Sect, but I have never heard of Jianghuai Xingyi Sect.
Mind gate, besides, donor, you possess my Buddhist skills...you, who are you?"
Chen Tairan spread his hands: "I've already told you, there's nothing I can do if you don't believe me."
The cold-faced monk was helpless and said: "Then you people from Qinghong came to make trouble in our Mingyun Temple. You must give an explanation, right? Although our Mingyun Temple is small, this is the south after all!"
Chen Tairan understood what he meant. This must be using the Dragon Gang as a shield again...
