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Chapter 82 The Second Elder Xuanming!

Those four monks may have just arrived in the Central Plains and had never heard of the name of the Demon Buddha. They did not jump off the ship and leave like the four military attachés. Instead, they looked at Qin Changfeng as if facing a powerful enemy and shouted with stern expression: "

I don’t care what demons, Buddhas, ghosts, and monks you are, just leave and stop meddling in other people’s business, otherwise I’ll ask you to see the Buddha!”

The four people seemed to be bargaining with Qin Changfeng, but in fact they had already exchanged glances before they spoke. Without waiting for Qin Changfeng's reply, the four people pounced and hit him with their palms raised at the same time. Qin Changfeng leaned on his Zen staff and remained motionless.

The eight palms of the four people were slapped on his body at the same time, and only a sound was heard, like the sound of an ancient bell. The powerful palm force lifted his cloak away, making the monk's robes all over his body rumble, but other than that...

…His face is calm and his expression is indifferent. His feet are standing on the deck, as if they are growing on it and are motionless!

"This..." The eyes of the four monks almost fell out of shock. It was as if they had really seen a ghost. They never expected that the result of the four people's full strength would be like this.

At this time, Qin Changfeng, who looked like a white-faced holy monk, smiled slightly, just like the Buddha when he held a flower and smiled, but the difference was that what he held in his hand was not a flower, but a Zen staff. When he raised his left hand, the cast iron Zen staff came out like a dragon.

Bang bang... four times, all four monks' necks were broken in an instant, and bent to the side at a weird angle.

Although these four monks can be considered good players, they are only relatively speaking, and one of them was unlucky enough to be paralyzed by the counterattack of the Thunder Thorn Halo, so they are not Qin Changfeng's enemies at all.

After finishing all the enemies, Qin Changfeng looked back and saw a man with a beard and a beard walking out of the cabin covered in blood. He held the boy in his left hand and said with tears in his eyes: "My little lord... my little lord was shot to death by them."

, I have a heavy trust, and I really deserve to die..."

He was already wounded, and the two arrows on his shoulder and back were not removed, and the arrows were poisonous. As soon as he finished speaking, he fell to the cabin floor with a pop like a fart.

At the same time, the little girl threw herself on a male corpse in the cabin, crying: "Daddy, Daddy!" Judging from the clothes of the corpse, it was obviously a boatman who was operating the boat.

The little girl knew it was Zhou Zhiruo without having to guess.

But...where were Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji who were supposed to be here?

Just when Qin Changfeng raised his head to look for it, he suddenly heard the sound of breaking through the air from behind, and at the same time, a familiar cold palm wind came fiercely.

Qin Changfeng's expression changed, and he quickly ran forward two steps without thinking, only to avoid this sudden sneak attack.

Then when he looked back, he saw a tall, thin old man about sixty years old rushing towards him from a small boat that had been approaching at some point. It was he who fired the palm force just now.

Qin Changfeng looked at the old man standing opposite again. Who was the Luzhangke who had been chasing him for half a year?

Seeing the other party's dusty appearance, Qin Changfeng sighed: "Luzhangke, you are a man of the world and you sneak attack on me, and I sneak attack on you, this is normal. Do you need to pursue me like this?"

Luzhangke also replied with a look of helplessness: "If you don't kill officers and soldiers wherever you go, and make the court furious, the Prince of Ruyang will even issue a death order for you, and I really don't want to pursue you anymore."

A loach.”

Qin Changfeng said speechlessly: "I'm going to jump into the river, will you chase me?"

Luzhangke sneered when he heard this, and suddenly struck forward with a palm. The Xuanming Divine Palm was not only fierce, but also had an extremely difficult to control cold inner energy. Qin Changfeng did not want to resist, and moved aside out of habit.

He dodged in a flash.

But at this moment, Qin Changfeng heard the sound of breaking through the air again from behind him. He turned around and saw an old man with gray hair flying from the stern of the ship. He was holding two pens in his hand, and the pen tips were as sharp as

The crane's beak was shining with crystal light. Without even thinking about it, he knew that it must be Luzhangke's younger brother, Hebiweng.

The Hebiweng seemed to have learned from Luzhangke that Qin Changfeng had strong defense and it was difficult for a frontal attack to cause fatal damage to him, so after turning his eyes, he suddenly hit the little girl Zhou Zhiruo with a provocative look.

looked at Qin Changfeng.

The meaning is self-explanatory. Aren't you a holy monk? This little girl is about to die in front of you. Can you save her?

If we don't save him, Zhou Zhiruo, a little person, will definitely die after being hit by Xuanming God's palm!

If rescued, he would definitely not die, but injuries would be inevitable.

There was only a moment to make a decision. At this moment, Qin Changfeng saw Zhou Zhiruo's frightened little face. Even though he was worried about himself, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

At the same time, after seeing a childlike old man with white hair and white beard suddenly flying past from the corner of his eye, he immediately made a decision, rushed forward, and took the little girl into his arms.

When Hebiweng and Luzhangke, who were following Qin Changfeng, saw this, they turned their palms without hesitation, and hit Qin Changfeng's left and right waist with his back to them with two palms.

When he wanted to kill him with a third blow, Qin Changfeng launched a cooled-down phase rush and rushed directly from Luzhangke. He carried the little girl to the stern of the boat and separated from them again.

distance.

At the same time, a figure in Taoist robes passed by him, slapped Hebiweng on the back, and knocked him forward, then stood beside Qin Changfeng holding a fly whisk.

Qin Changfeng had long recognized that this old Taoist with childish face and heavy hair was Zhang Sanfeng, whom he had met once in Wudang Mountain. Knowing that he was safe at this time, he smiled at Xuan Ming and said: "It seems that the poor monk's life should not be cut off.

Master Zhang is here, even if your two masters come, I'm afraid it will be useless."

"This time you are lucky, we Qingshan will not change..." Hebi Weng has been injured, Xuanming and Xuanming knew that they were no match for Zhang Sanfeng, so they did not want to fight anymore.

"Green water will flow forever, see you later!" Qin Changfeng said the last half of the sentence with a smile, and at the same time sneered in his heart: Even if you want to let me go, I don't want to let you go!

The two elders Xuan Ming stopped arguing with each other and retreated decisively with a cold snort. They jumped onto their own boat and asked the boatman to row away quickly.

Zhang Sanfeng first did not recognize these two men as the murderers who had wounded Zhang Wuji. Secondly, he was worried about the ship full of wounded people, so he did not pursue them.

After Qin Changfeng put the little girl down, he couldn't hold it anymore. With a pop, a mouthful of dirty blood with broken ice spurted out.

Zhang Sanfeng quickly took out the elixir, fed it into his mouth, and used Wudang Jiuyang's internal energy to lightly heal him.

After a while, Qin Changfeng felt that the cold internal energy in his body had been suppressed, so he pointed at the unconscious Chang Yuchun and said to Zhang Sanfeng: "Thank you Master Zhang, the poor monk is fine now. I would like to bother you, senior, to go take a look at that place first."

He's a man."

Chang Yuchun is the same as in the original work. He was mainly injured internally by Fan Monk's two palms, but his life was not in danger for the time being. After being treated by Zhang Sanfeng, he soon woke up.

Next, everyone moved to the big boat that Qin Changfeng was riding on before, and asked the boatman to row upstream, away from here first, and then sent them to the shore.

"Uncle, your cold poison is getting worse. Let's go back to Shaolin." The Hui generation Shaolin disciple who went down the mountain to find Qin Changfeng a year ago on the orders of the abbot and followed him every step of the way began to worry again.

I tried to persuade him, but he was really worried along the way, fearing that something would happen to his uncle, and he would not be able to explain it when he returned to the temple.

"Hey, I won't embarrass you anymore." Qin Changfeng sighed suddenly.

"Is what my uncle said true?" The young monk, who had suffered so much and had so much hatred, was immediately overjoyed, thinking that he could finally invite this Buddha back.

However, the next moment Qin Changfeng slapped him on the back of the head, knocking him out and said to Zhang Sanfeng: "After the ship docks, please ask Master Zhang to look after my disciple for a while until he wakes up."

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and said with a smile: "It's easy to say, but the cold poison in the holy monk's body is not a trivial matter. He needs to return to Shaolin as soon as possible and ask the monks who have practiced Shaolin Nine Yang Kung to help get rid of it. Otherwise, over time, it may not be able to be cured.

.”

It is okay for him to use Wudang Nine Yang Kung to help Qin Changfeng expel nature, but he is afraid that he will spy on the secrets of Shaolin's internal skills. Regardless of whether he has this idea, he must avoid suspicion, otherwise the people of Shaolin will know about it in the future.

, the issue of the origin of martial arts between Shaolin and Wudang became even more entangled, causing a lot of troubles and disputes for nothing.

The title "Holy Monk" was originally only used by those Han people whom Qin Changfeng had helped. Unexpectedly, Zhang Sanfeng also called it casually at this time, and Qin Changfeng was immediately embarrassed.


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