In Qinglong Temple, Master Ciyun was sitting in his room, banging wooden fish and reciting scriptures. For some reason, he felt uneasy tonight, as if he had an ominous premonition.
General.
After a while!
He stopped reciting scripture and glanced at the time.
It was after 9 o'clock in the evening, still about half an hour away from the previously scheduled time, but there was no killer at the scene. This was very strange, and the ominous premonition in Master Ciyun's heart became even stronger.
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"Why doesn't anyone come?"
Master Ciyun murmured to himself, but at this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded from the scene.
"Master! Who are you waiting for?" someone said coldly.
"Who? Come out!"
Master Ciyun was startled, and his whole body became extremely vigilant.
At this time, in a corner of the room, a man walked out... Ye Zihao!
He...why is he here?
Suddenly, Master Ciyun's heart suddenly thumped, but he forced himself to remain calm and asked, "Donor! I don't know why you are visiting me late at night?"
"Master! Stop pretending to me, don't you want to kill me? Now I'm here! You can take action!"
Ye Zihao retorted unceremoniously.
As a result, Master Ciyun's expression suddenly became serious. He realized that his identity had been exposed, so he became gloomy and asked coldly: "Ye Yehao! When did you sneak into my room!
!Why didn’t I notice it at all!”
"Master is so focused on chanting sutras! How could he notice me?"
Ye Zihao said with a deliberate sarcasm.
"Yi Zihao! You are indeed not simple!" Master Ciyun frowned. Being able to sneak into the room without any awareness of his own, Zi Hao is definitely not simple.
"You are not powerful enough! He is obviously a monk, but his hands are stained with a lot of blood!" Ye Zihao retorted with a cold voice.
"Yi Zihao! I have put down my butcher knife and became a Buddha immediately!" Master Ciyun put his hands together and said.
Ye Zihao sarcastically said, "Pretend!! You continue to pretend for me? Let's see how long you can keep pretending!"
"you……"
As a result, Master Ciyun's eyes flashed with dissatisfaction, because Ye Zihao didn't give himself any face at all.
At this time, Ye Zihao said coldly, "Master! You can't pretend anymore? Humph! Since you can't pretend anymore, let's do it!! I tell you honestly, no one will come tonight
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"etc?"
"You...you mean Qianwei and the others...?"
In an instant, Master Ciyun was shocked and stared at Ye Zihao in shock.
"You guessed it right!! I sent them to the West to see the Buddha!"
Ye Zihao sneered and said.
"Yi Zihao! You can actually kill everyone without making a sound! It seems that I still underestimated you!"
Master Ciyun's expression became alert and he said.
"It's not that you underestimate me, but that you overestimate your own abilities!" Ye Zihao snorted coldly and said.
"Yi Zihao! Since you knew I wanted to kill you, why did you come here so boldly?"
Master Ciyun said with a serious expression and a cold tone.
"It's because you killed me that I came here! If you didn't kill me, why would I come here to trouble you?"
Ye Zihao spread his hands and said.
"But you are no match for me at all!" Master Ciyun said coldly with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
"Are you referring to Hua Gong Powder?"
Ye Zihao responded lightly and said sarcastically.
"You...you know everything?"
Suddenly, Master Ciyun was shocked.
You know, before, he wanted to take advantage of Yang's mother's eagerness to beg for a grandson. He added Hua Gong Powder to the so-called "Secret Recipe for Seeking a Son" and told Yang's mother not to add too much at one time. He just wanted to slow down Ye Zihao's skills.
Slowly being melted away.
When Ye Zihao's skills were greatly reduced, it became much easier to kill him.
"If you want people to know, don't do it unless you don't do it!! Are those Huigong Powders given to you by Jiuyoumen?"
Ye Zihao frowned and asked coldly.
In fact!
In the world of martial arts, there is a kind of poison that can dissolve the power that a person has practiced all his life. This poison is called Hua Gong Powder, and it is said to be a poison unique to the Nine Nether Sect.
Master Ciyun has Hua Gong Powder, which also shows that he is likely to be acquainted with Poison Saint.
"Hmph! You don't even want to know! Ye Zihao! Since Hua Gong Powder can't deal with you!! Then let me kill you with my own hands!"
Say it!
Master Ciyun's whole person became murderous. How could Master Ciyun, a monk, have such an aura?
"Oh? Are you finally willing to take action? Then let me see tonight!! Who are you!!"
Ye Zihao retorted disdainfully, and then rushed forward first.
"Yi Zihao! Don't be rude! Watch your moves!"
At this time, Master Ciyun suddenly became murderous and rushed forward.
Although Master Ciyun was very old, Ye Zihao found that when he rushed forward, his body's sensitivity was not inferior to that of a master in his prime.
"Oh? I didn't expect that the master is actually pretty good at his age!"
Ye Zihao said coldly, and at this time, Master Ciyun had already killed him in front of Ye Zihao.
Originally, Ye Zihao thought that he was attacking with fists and kicks like an ordinary person, but what surprised him was that Master Ciyun actually used the legendary Kung Fu of Shaolin Temple...the Iron Head Kung Fu!
"Damn it!"
Ye Zihao did not expect that he would use the Iron Head Kung Fu, so in a hurry, Ye Zihao had no choice but to reach forward to block it.
In an instant, there was a sound like a metal collision.
"Oh shit!!"
"You have such a hard head? Why did you become a monk back then? Go join the national pig team!! Otherwise, we would have won the World Cup!"
Ye Zihao deliberately made a sarcastic remark, but Master Ciyun ignored him and continued to attack Ye Zihao with Tietou Kung Fu.
"Bang bang bang!"
Ye Zihao wanted to fight back with his fists, but he was shocked to find that Master Ciyun's head was as hard as a piece of iron. His fist hit Master Ciyun's head, and he felt as painful as being hit on a steel plate.
"Oh shit!"
"Get out of my way!"
Ye Zihao was so angry that he kicked him, hitting Master Ciyun's iron head hard!
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound like a metal collision, and Master Ciyun was forcefully forced back by Ye Zihao.
"Hmph! Ye Zihao! You can't deal with my Shaolin Iron Head Kung Fu! You should give up on this idea!"
Master Ciyun said coldly, with a chill that made people's hair stand on end.