Qianyu was a little surprised that Bu Laoshi would help him. If he thought about it carefully, the reason why Bu Laoshi took action was because he had to rely on him to use the Hehuan Sect's teleportation array. If he was not a third-grade spirit gathering master, Bu Laoshi would probably
He won't take action anymore.
Long Zi freed up his hands fiercely, but he was only three feet away from Bu Laoshi. He stepped forward, his hands wrapped with blood-colored vitality, clenched his fists, and hit Bu Laoshi's bald head like a gust of wind.
The fist was quite powerful. If it hit Bu Laoshi's bald head, Bu Laoshi would definitely feel uncomfortable.
The strange thing is that Bu Laoshi didn't resist, and still had that smile on his face that didn't deserve a beating. Instead, he leaned his big, slippery bald head in for a beating.
Qianyu looked at Bu Laoshi in confusion, not knowing what Bu Laoshi was up to.
"idiot."
Long Ziteng sneered coldly, already imagining the scene of Bu Laoshi's head being smashed, and a hint of ridicule appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"clang!"
Bu Laoshi's bald head didn't seem so fragile. Long Ziteng's fist hit, and there was a sound of gold and iron. Then, Long Ziteng showed a painful expression. All five of his fingers were broken, completely lost.
Awareness.
The smile on Bu Laoshi's face did not diminish, he clasped his hands and said, "Donor, please don't think that I am easy to bully just because I am bald."
After the words fell, Bu Laoshi suddenly got angry. His right hand suddenly reached out, grabbed Long Ziteng's hair, and then pulled it back violently. Before Long Ziteng could react, his whole body moved forward uncontrollably.
He fell down, only to feel being pulled hard by a huge force, and then he fell heavily to the ground. He hit a big bump on his forehead, knocked out two teeth, and had dirt from the ground seeping into his mouth.
Grass and soil.
"asshole!"
Long Ziteng's face turned livid, he punched the ground angrily, and quickly spat out the weeds and soil in his mouth. Just as he was about to stand up, he saw a big, hard butt sitting in his face.
This ass is of course clothed and honest.
Bu Laoshi was also a serious monk in his early years. He chanted sutras, chanted Buddha's name, and meditated with his eyes closed every day, which required him to sit for a long time. After sitting for a long time, his buttocks were naturally harder than those of ordinary people. Moreover, Bu Laoshi did not like to be clean, and would often stay clean for several months.
He takes a shower, so his butt is smellier than normal people.
No one would feel comfortable having such a smelly and hard ass sitting on their face.
Long Ziteng was almost going crazy.
"Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff>"
Just when Long Zi was free to fight back, Bu Laoshi's butt let out a loud fart, right into Long Zi Teng's mouth. The fart was so loud that the entire ruined temple was shaken. The smell filled the air.
Qianyu opened the door and covered his mouth and nose knowingly.
The two old men who followed Long Ziteng were expressionless and watched all this indifferently.
Long Ziteng's face turned green from the stench, and he couldn't help but want to vomit. Bu Laoshi stood up immediately, with that unflattering smile on his face again, looking at Long Ziteng, who had an ugly face and was vomiting, and said with a smile
: "Donor, my Buddha is compassionate, so I won't torture you anymore."
"Asshole, I'm going to kill you!" Long Ziteng stared at Bu Laoshi and shouted through gritted teeth. He had never been insulted like this since he was a child, so you can imagine how angry he was in his heart.
Seeing Long Ziteng's deflated appearance, Qianyu felt extremely happy. Bu Laoshi was a monk after all, but he acted like a gangster, which surprised and amused him.
"stop."
The old man in white robe stopped him with words. Long Ziteng was not convinced, but he could only step aside.
"You are no match for this monk. Stop embarrassing yourself." The old man in black robe said coldly.
Long Ziteng could only admit that Bu Laoshi could easily knock him down, which meant that Bu Laoshi's cultivation level was far superior to his.
"The young man is impetuous and has angered the master. I hope the master will not take offense." The old man in white robe decided to be polite before fighting. Even if there is a conflict, he must treat each other with courtesy first.
"No wonder, fellow Taoist, you are being polite. I am an unknown monk and cannot really be called a master." Bu Laoshi actually became more polite, and the smile on his face became much kinder.
The old man in white robe continued: "I, Xiao Yi, this is my brother - Xiao Nan. May I ask the master's name?"
"Haha, Lao Nabu is honest, Dharma name is honest."
"The honest monk is not honest, it's interesting, it's really interesting." A smile appeared on Xiao Yi's face.
"No matter how interesting a person's name is, it will always be boring when he dies." Xiao Nan said suddenly.
"Indeed, I just hope that Master Bu's death in the hands of our brothers will not be boring." The smile on Xiao Yi's face gradually condensed, and murderous intent was revealed in his eyes.
Bu Laoshi's face showed that ungrateful smile again, and he clasped his hands together and said, "Why are the two donors so sure that I will definitely die in your hands?"
"Master Bu, have you ever heard of the "Two Elders of Yin and Yang"?" Xiao Yi said with a proud look on his face when he mentioned this title.
Bu Lao said honestly: "Two elders of Yin and Yang have two swords. One sword can cut off one's life, one sword can cut off one's soul."
"You finally have some knowledge." Xiao Nan said coldly, and then took out a knife from the mustard bag. The scabbard was dark, and the handle was dark. The color was just like his black robe.
Xiao Yi took out a sword with a snow-white scabbard and a snow-white hilt.
"I heard that you have experienced nearly a thousand battles but never lost?"
"We have experienced a total of 982 battles and won 982 battles." Xiao Yi remembered it clearly, and the look on his face was even more proud. With such a brilliant record, no matter who he is, he should feel proud.
Qianyu also thinks they are amazing.
"So, there will definitely be a lot of people who die in your hands." Bu's honest smile gradually disappeared.
"At least a thousand or more."
"You two must have a lot of enemies, right?"
"Yes, because we have too many lives in our hands, and there are not a few people who come to seek revenge."
"All these revenge seekers died under the swords of the two of them?"
"Not entirely. Most of them were killed by us, and a few were killed by the masters of the Blood Refining Hall."
"Why would the masters of the Blood Refining Hall help the two of them? Have they already joined the Blood Refining Hall?" Bu Laoshi asked curiously.
"That's right." Xiao Yi answered matter-of-factly, "We have too many enemies. In order to avoid hatred, we can only wander around. When we were young, it was okay to be cosmopolitan, but now we are no longer young, and we are tired of wandering.
I have always wanted to find a place to settle down, and the Blood Refining Hall is just the perfect choice."
"The monk asked so many questions, are you ready to die?" Xiao Nan was a little impatient.
"I am ready to send you two to death."
"What a loud tone." Xiao Nan sneered, winked at Xiao Yi, and then, one black and one white, one sword and one sword, attacked Bu Laoshi almost at the same time.
"Qiang Qiang!"
The swords were unsheathed at the same time, bringing out a brilliant light. Xiao Yi and Xiao Nan's movements were so fast that no one could see clearly. In the blink of an eye, they appeared three feet in front of Bu Laoshi. Xiao Yi and Xiao Nan were on the left and right.
, the speed and movement of the shot were exactly the same, and the cooperation was very tacit. On the left was the pale sword light, and on the right was the dark sword light. The two fascinating rays of light instantly engulfed Bu Lao.
Qianyu's face was solemn, and he was worried about Bu Laoshi. If it had been him, he might have died under the swords of the Yin and Yang elders.
"The six-character mantra is the magic word!"
Bu Laoshi shouted loudly and recited a string of obscure Buddhist scriptures. The next moment, his body surface bloomed with golden divine light, and mysterious golden characters appeared on the surface of his skin, turning him into a golden man.
!
"Clang!"
The light of the sword and the light of the sword fell on Bu Laoshi's body at the same time, but Bu Laoshi was unscathed. Instead, Xiao Yi and Xiao Nan were knocked back a hundred meters away at the same time. Xiao Yi and Xiao Nan both showed horrified looks.
Long Ziteng also showed a surprised look. Xiao Yi and Xiao Nan both possess the cultivation of the ninth level of the Solid Yuan Realm. Together, the two of them can kill cultivators of the same level in an instant, and can even kill cultivators in the early stage of the Yuanyin Realm!
However, their combined attack not only did not injure Bu Laoshi, but was knocked back by Bu Laoshi, which is enough to illustrate Bu Laoshi's profound cultivation.
"Walk!"
If you can't beat them, then run away. Xiao Yi and Xiao Nan winked at each other and planned to escape.
"Since you two are here, please keep your lives." After saying that, Bu Laoshi stepped forward and appeared in front of Xiao Yi in an instant. In Xiao Yi's frightened look, he mercilessly slapped a palm,
Xiao Yi's head was slapped off, and hot blood immediately spattered from his neck. Xiao Nan was so frightened that his legs were weak. He wanted to escape but couldn't move his legs, and even his crotch was soaked.
"Yin and Yang finally lost once." Bu Laoshi showed a kind smile and slowly came to Xiao Nan's side.
"We didn't lose because I'm still alive!" Xiao Nan suddenly drew his sword. His sword technique was very fast, like a shooting star, but faster and more powerful than a shooting star!
Not only did Bu Laoshi not hide, but he moved his chest closer.
"Clang!"
Bu Laoshi was still unscathed, but Xiao Nan's knife was broken into two pieces.
Xiao Nan's face was paler than Xiao Yi's robe, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He finally realized how terrifying Bu Laoshi was.
Bu Laoshi took action again and slapped Xiao Nan on the head. Xiao Nan's eyes widened and he fell down. The strange thing was that he did not die immediately. His lips kept moving, as if he had something to say.
Bu Laoshi put his ear to it curiously and finally heard clearly what Xiao Nan said: "We... didn't... lose... this... is... just... a draw..."
After saying this, Xiao Nan was willing to die. He wanted Bu Lao Lao to know that Yin and Yang would never lose.
Bu Laoshi finally knew the reason why Yin and Yang had never lost. As long as they lived, they won. Even if they died, it would only be a draw. According to this algorithm, no matter who it is, they can never lose like them.
defeat.
Xiao Yi and Xiao Nan died in Bu Laoshi's hands one after another. Long Ziteng's face was extremely panicked, and he no longer dared to underestimate Bu Laoshi. As soon as Bu Laoshi made a move, he would be dead.
"This benefactor, if you beg for mercy from me, I will let you go." Bu said honestly with a smile.
"Don't even think about it!"
Long Ziteng is an extremely proud person. People like him will never bow their heads and admit defeat.
Long Ziteng suddenly pulled out a short dagger from the mustard bag, stared at Qianyu unwillingly, and yelled with a trembling voice: "Asshole, not being able to kill you is the biggest regret of my life!"
After saying that, he took a sharp dagger and wiped it on his neck. The blood bloomed like a flower, and then his man fell down and died with his eyes open.
He is a proud man and does not want to die in the hands of others because he feels that others are not worthy of killing him, so he has no choice but to kill himself. (To be continued)