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Chapter 1171: Blood Clothed Monk

The bamboo stick monster didn't speak, and the black-bearded monk almost forgot.

He hurriedly told his men, "After this monster hurts someone, don't hurt him again."

"Yes." The monks stood ready.

"Go!" Blackbeard waved his hand, "Kill them and avenge our brothers!"

As soon as he finished speaking, "Kill!" A shout of killing came from the cave.

The bamboo pole monster turned around and saw that the people who had stolen the monk's food were leading the way and came out with whistle sticks.

Behind him were the men who stole the monk's wife, and then several released prisoners.

When he saw the densely packed monks standing in the courtyard, the man who stole the monks' food was startled and was at a loss for a moment.

The man who stole the monk's wife was about to pass him. The man who stole the grain suddenly had an idea and hit the man who stole the wife on the back with a whistle.

"Kill!" The person who stole the food never forgot to shout.

"Why did you hit me?" The wife-stealer looked up at him.

The person who stole the grain did not explain, but waved his whistle stick and hit him on the shoulder, "Let you escape from prison, let you escape from prison, go back to me, go back to me!"

"I..." The wife-stealer just raised his whistle stick when he saw the large number of monks.

"Pa", the whistle stick fell to the ground.

"Then what? I came out to hunt down these escaped convicts. I am so unruly and disrespectful of the masters." said the wife-stealer.

"That's right, that's right." The people who came out from behind agreed.

"Since the masters have stopped them, let's go back." The wife thief and the food thief turned around and walked back.

"Go back." The people following behind also walked towards the cave.

"Hmph." The black-bearded monk snorted coldly, "Come on!"

The monks gathered around the young monk.

The young monk made an unambiguous move, connecting his fingers with his hands. On the chests of all the monks surrounding him, blood-red flowers bloomed.

The bamboo stick monster protected the little boy. Since he didn't do anything, the monks couldn't do anything to him. They just had to stay with the little monk.

When the old monk saw the young monk taking action so quickly, he was afraid that he would kill too many people.

His body flashed, like a bolt of lightning, flashing through the crowd in an instant.

When he stood still, within five steps, there were no more standing monks. They all fell to the ground, unconscious.

Seeing how brave these two monks were, the wife thief and the food thief were no longer afraid, picked up their whistle sticks, and rushed out again...

They stood behind the young monk and cheered.

The old monk stretched his muscles and felt very comfortable. He turned back to the young monk and said, "I will open the way. Don't do anything."

He is sure to kill if he takes action, this little monk is simply a murderer.

The young monk said nothing and walked forward.

The monk's robe on his body has been soaked with blood and turned into a bloody color. It is impossible to tell that it is originally a gray monk's robe.

"Blood-robed monk! Hurry, the bloody-robed monk is coming, retreat quickly." The frightened monk shouted and retreated.

To them, although the old monk was powerful and could knock down a group of people in an instant, he was only knocked unconscious and his life was not in danger.

This little monk is different. He only deals with one person at a time, and that person is dead but not alive.

"Blood-clothed monk?" The bamboo stick monster glanced at the young monk, and the name sounded quite resounding.

"Retreat, sir!" the black-bearded monk shouted, "No one is allowed to retreat! Anyone who comes, guard the retreat, and those who retreat will be at your service with swords!"

The monks were shouted out by him, perhaps because they were frightened by the sword, and their tendency to flee slowed down.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the black-bearded monk led his men and retreated to the narrow alley to guard their retreat.

"Kill them for me!" The black-bearded monk pointed at the young monk, then turned around and fled into the alley.

"Your uncle!"

The monks cursed loudly and rushed towards the alley. They were trampled on countless people and screams came one after another.

The old monk did not dare to enter the alley, for fear that after kicking someone unconscious, the people behind him would trample the people in front to death, so he could only take care of the food in the yard first.

The young monk walked straight to the alley. If anyone dared to stop him, he would pierce him with one finger.

Soon, the alley was littered with corpses, and blood dyed the murals on the high walls on both sides of the alley red.

Before he died, a monk pointed to "Hell Transformation" and said, "You, you, you can't kill me, kill, kill me, you will go to hell."

He was still greeted with a finger.

"If I don't go to hell, who will?" The young monk looked at the corner of the monk's eyes, wiped the blood from his face, and said softly.

"You, you..." The monk fell to the ground.

The little monk continued to move forward.

At this time, the old monk finally knocked down the monk in the courtyard.

He caught up and passed over the little monk's head, instantly clearing the alley.

They walked out unimpeded.

Many monks gathered outside. They held the sword and whistle stick tightly in their hands, but no one dared to move forward.

The young monk took one step forward, and they took three steps back.

"What's going on?" A group of monsters walked in. Looking at their clothes, they looked like the guards at the city gate.

The leader of the monster is a pig monster, and the fat on the pig's face is trembling.

After knowing what happened, the pig demon despised the monk, "How dare these people frighten you? You are indeed a bunch of cowards."

He ordered his men and said arrogantly: "Catch them."

Without saying a word, the city guards drew their weapons and charged at the young monk and the others.

The old monk immediately kicked out and knocked the monsters unconscious.

However, there was a monster, perhaps because the brain circuit was different from that of humans, and the old monk was not sure about it, so that he was conscious and moaning at the feet of the young monk.

"Pfft!"

Blood flowers bloomed on his head.

The pig demon panicked now, "Quick, go and invite the city lord and the host."

The young monk ignored him and asked the people behind him who were stealing grain, "Where is their granary?"

"We have a clear door." The man said proudly, "Go out from the temple gate, turn to the west street, climb up a tree, and enter the west courtyard of the temple..."

"We'll go there openly." The bamboo stick monster interrupted him.

"Oh, then just go to the West Courtyard." The man said.

So they fought to the west courtyard again.

After a while, a cart pulled by two strong horses rushed out from the west courtyard, and the young monk and the others sat on it.

A car followed closely behind, and a few of them who were stealing grain sat on it.

The two cars were piled with sacks of grain.

Under the watchful eyes of the city guards and warrior monks, they took to the street,

The little monk inserted his finger into the sack and let the grain flow from the car to the street.

"Wow!" Many hungry beggars nestled in the corner immediately gathered around them, their eyes glowing green, and they picked up the wheat grains with their hands and stuffed them into their mouths.

Some ordinary people couldn't help but pick up wheat grains.

"This..." The black-bearded monk felt distressed, and they kept following the carriage.

"Okay, it's just a cart of grain, it's better than losing your life." The pig leader said, "Besides, when the order is given later, those people have to return the picked wheat obediently."

As for what the beggars eat, there is no return.

After all, these beggars are going crazy with hunger. At this time, even if you kill them, they will still want to eat.

"It's just a cart of grain, that's a few hundred strings." The black-bearded monk felt distressed.

"Don't worry, they can't escape far." The pig leader pointed to the front of the carriage, "The demon guards have already been dispatched."

The demon guards are the elite of the city guards.

Now, in the field of vision, they stood up and blocked the carriage in the street.

"Believe me, they will be captured."

As soon as the pig leader finished speaking, the old monk sitting on the horse jumped up instantly, kicked the demon guard unconscious, and returned to the carriage.

The movement of clouds and flowing water does not affect the carriage's forward movement.

"Uh..." The pig leader's face was hot.


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