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Chapter 171 The Chen Brothers' Personal Expert

 The status of this group of warrior monks in Chunxi Town is that of uncrowned kings.

No matter where they go, everyone they meet must call them "Buddha". No matter which woman they have their eyes on, even if they have their eyes on any man, they are never out of luck.

At this moment, several monks watched the fairy-like beauty perform a gorgeous sword dance, and they felt itchy in their hearts.

The temple-protecting monks who did not cultivate their minds but only cultivated their martial arts could not control their rationality at all. Their energy and blood surged, and their eyes turned red.

While talking, they were about to break in.

"not good!"

The people watching the excitement around were also shocked and wailed in their hearts. Something bad had happened. The fairy that had finally been seen was about to fall into the hands of these thieves!

"You're not particular about it. You're really not particular about it. How can you guys, such stinky monks, be worthy of such an abrupt beauty?"

"How can you get close to such a fairy?"

Just at this moment, two frivolous and arrogant voices came from behind. Everyone around was startled and looked behind them quickly.

I saw two young men who looked like young men approaching, followed by a man who looked like an old housekeeper, with a hunched back and a low eyebrow.

Yang Fan returned to the top floor and heard a familiar voice. He leaned against the window and took a look, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Aren’t these his two cheap brothers-in-law!

The visitors were naturally the third and fourth young masters of the Chen family.

Chen Zhe and Chen Jing.

As a frequent visitor to the brothel, a top member of the Fireworks House, and a self-funded franchisee of Chunxi Town, he claims to be one of the top two equestrian masters in Shendu. One is known as a three-hour warrior, and the other is known as a four-hour warrior. Unexpectedly, he is here

Appear here and now.

And at this time.

When several monks heard this, they all stopped and looked over with fierce eyes.

"Huh? What bastard is farting!"

The onlookers around felt their scalps numb, and they all moved out of the way, completely exposing Chen Zhe and Chen Jing who were coming from behind.

"Two stinkers
How dare you, a brat who hasn't done anything yet, to ridicule your Buddha?"

They looked at these two ignorant rich men with cold eyes, ready to kill.

Having been aroused by the beauty just now, they just want to vent, and there are many ways to vent. Women are one type, and killing is also one type!

"Haha, sir, this is the first time I've heard someone dare to call himself master in front of me!"

Chen Zhe and Chen Jing looked at each other and laughed out loud.

Chen Zhe curled his lips and sneered: "Look at your bald heads, I wonder if someone's belt was not fastened and they leaked you out!"

The monks were stunned for a moment, and then they all reacted, and their faces changed color.

"You brat, you're looking for death!"

One of the fierce-tempered monks stepped out directly in front of Chen Zhe and slapped him with a palm the size of a cattail leaf fan.

Hooray!

The air seemed to have been blown away.

If this fell on someone's head, his head might even be broken into eight pieces!

Chen Zhe didn't expect that his words would bring him murderous intent. His expression changed and he shouted quickly: "Uncle Han! Save me!"

There is absolutely nothing wrong with calling Uncle Han when something happens!

"Master, don't be alarmed. No one can hurt you as long as you are here."

Behind him, the hunched-over old butler-looking man moved his feet slightly, and their positions suddenly changed, but the monk's slap had already arrived brazenly in front of him!

"Young man, don't be so angry. It's not good for your health! Otherwise, I can only help you get rid of this anger!"

As he spoke, the old man known as "Uncle Han" suddenly took action, seemingly slowly but quickly, and in an instant he lightly patted the monk's chest, as lightly as cotton wool.

However, an incredible scene occurred.

The monk was knocked back to his original position by this light palm, as if he had never moved. Not only that, the people around him could even clearly feel the monk's violent energy and blood suddenly slipping away.

It was like a giant wave of a hundred feet was set off and crashed down. The same was true for his energy and blood. It was scattered by Uncle Han's palm. The energy and blood leaked out crazily and shriveled up like a deflated rubber ball.

"Blood-turning hand!"

The monk looked up to the sky and spit out a mouthful of blood, fell heavily to the ground, and passed out.

"Wu Chen!"

The remaining monks were all frightened. They each grabbed their weapons and looked at Uncle Han warily, with expressions of uncertainty.

To be able to kill an innate martial artist so easily, the old man in front of you is definitely not an easy person!

But, this is Chunxi Town!

This is the territory of their Fahua Temple. No matter who it is, don't even think about running wild here. The dragon must be coiled and the tiger must lie down!

"You dare to hurt the people of our Fahua Temple, you are really tired of living!"

The monks all had their eyes filled with blood, and they looked like they were crazy.

And just when the conflict was about to break out, an old monk suddenly appeared, like a black shadow cutting through the air, and instantly appeared in front of several monks.

"How did this donor hurt my disciple?"

"Master-uncle!"

When several monks saw the coming person, the blood in their pupils was still shocking.

"I really hit the young one, and the old one came out. It's just that the young monk wanted to hurt my young master, so the old man had no choice but to take action."

Uncle Han smiled, but looked at the old monk.

He was dressed in a black monk's robe, with a ring scar on his head, and the white bone beads hanging around his neck were all shining brightly. However, upon closer inspection, he vaguely looked like a skull.

Duan is extremely fierce, like a Dharma Protector.
The great monk said expressionlessly: "Really? Since it was my disciple who was rude, it was quite reasonable for the benefactor to hurt him. However, as his elder, the poor monk had to repay the benefactor for him.

I wonder which hand the donor hurt my disciple?"

It seemed generous, but the chill inside made everyone around him secretly frightened.

The clever ones had already begun to retreat quietly. When they retreated far away, they turned around and ran away. This was an incredible thing for the Ming Dynasty customs who loved to watch the excitement.

Hula la.

The whole street is empty.

Uncle Han laughed out loud: "That's the right hand!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, spread out his fingers, and looked at the old monk.

The old monk nodded: "Since it's your right hand, let's twist your head off!" As he said that, he strode towards Uncle Han with a grin.

The bluestone beneath his feet shattered into pieces and turned into powder. His five fingers spread apart, but his thin fingers were like claws of a blue dragon, and he grabbed Han Bo's head.

Unexpectedly, a scene that made Yang Fan frightened appeared.

The hand that Uncle Han stretched out was originally normal, but suddenly densely packed muscles squeezed out of it, and it enlarged dozens of times in the blink of an eye!

It turned into a giant palm one or two meters long!

Uncle Han waved his hand suddenly, and slapped the old monk with his thick palm.

"If you want Lao Chan's head, you're not worthy of it!"

boom!

The old monk had no time to react before he was pinched by this huge palm, like a pinched chicken!

Meat King Kong!

There was a look of horror in the old monk's eyes!

How is it possible, how could the other party be a fleshy Vajra!

It was like a real dragon crawling out of the tortoise lying in the pond. This was simply beyond his imagination!


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