After saying that, he loosened his other arm and released the frightened horse's neck.
The horse suddenly frightened, just when it was at its strongest, but the red-skinned monk only clamped it with his arm, and when he let go, the horse was already dizzy.
This is what kind of arm strength is required to do this.
Mai Fan's eyelids twitched when he saw it, and he quickly looked at the top of the monk's head.
‘Huogong Tutuo’ Dharma name (none) Level:???
Even if the level difference is large, it is still an extremely dangerous red name.
Thanks to a few words following him (character cards that can be captured), Mai Fan felt a little relieved.
This seems to be a strategy line, but the character of Huo Gong Tutuo is a bit difficult to deal with.
He looked again and saw that he only had two card slots, so he needed to be careful when choosing cards.
Thinking of this, Mai Fan showed an expression of admiration and surprise towards Huo Gong Tutuo: "Ah, a person like senior brother is not qualified to be recommended by Shaolin?"
"I see that my senior brother must be a real hermit monk who doesn't like to be in the limelight."
"Look at what senior brother did today, he saved half the people on the street. Just for this kind of character, I deserve a thank you from the young monk."
After saying that, Mai Fan sang a thank you to Huo Gong Tou Tuo. It was this thank you that made the people around him react and express their gratitude to Huo Gong Tou Tuo.
This fireman Toutuo has been working in Shaolin's kitchen and went down to buy firewood today.
He had never received so much respect before, and when he was treated like this by Mai Fan today, he suddenly felt, eh? This feels pretty good.
I just thought that the frightened horse was blocking my firewood train, so I stopped it. I didn't expect such a good thing to happen...
When Huo Gong Tutuo looked at Mai Fan again, he felt much better than when he first heard about his identity.
This young monk is different from those monks in high positions. He is a truly kind person.
If he was bullied by those bald donkeys in Songshan in the future, he could secretly kill those people when he defected.
This Huo Gong Tou Tuo was bullied severely in the kitchen. Just because of Mai Fan's compliment, he was automatically put into his own camp.
When Mai Fan looked up again: Why did the Huo Gong Tutuo on the opposite side turn into a neutral yellow-named monster?
But the reason is not important. My life is safe for the time being. This is the real gain.
The matter between Mai Fan and Huo Gong Toutuo was over for the time being. The bad-tempered monk turned his head to the culprit, the two groups of troublemakers.
"You gangsters, how dare you use a knife in the market? Don't you know whose territory this is?"
The members of these two small gangs were frightened when they saw the great monk's bravery. They were stunned and stood there blankly. No one came up to answer.
The more they behave like this, the angrier the great monk will be.
Huo Gong Tutuo didn't have much patience. He just felt that these people were stubbornly resisting and were stubborn, so he raised his big arms and was ready to slap each one of them to death.
At this critical moment, a man ran over from the corner of the street.
"Senior monk, have mercy on me! Master, please show mercy!"
Mai Fan responded and looked over, oh, this is really a bad fate. The protagonist of this world who has been reborn, the game player: Xuanyuan Batian, is running towards them.
The other party must have seen the red light flashing above the head of Huo Gong Tutuo. Was he planning to save his companions?
Which sect has he joined now?
After entering the game, is this the first time I have met him?
Could it be that, without his own guidance, the first opportunity between the villain and the protagonist in the previous world: the Tang Sect, was just lost to the butterfly?
Just as Mai Fan was thinking about it, Xuanyuan Batian had already walked up to Huo Gong Tutuo. He bowed respectfully to the other party and explained to his companions: "Master, those people wearing black clothes belong to me."
Senior brothers."
"Our sect has been living in seclusion and has not had many interactions with outsiders, so after seeing such a powerful person like the Grand Master, we did not react for a moment, did not respond in time, and angered the Grand Master. It is really our fault.
"
"I just hope that the great master will not remember the faults of villains and not behave like rough people like us."
These words were quite gentle and humble. The hatred of Huo Gong Tutuo was mainly due to the monks at the top of Shaolin. He was just a casual observer to passers-by like them.
Now that Xuanyuan Batian has admitted his mistake, Huo Gong Tutuo no longer wants to argue.
He turned to the direction of the group of people arguing with Xuanyuan Batian, waiting if that group of people also apologized to the people around them, the matter would be over.
But will Mai Fan let this opportunity pass?
He moved behind Huo Gong Tutuo and whispered behind the great monk: "Master, that man is lying."
"Look at the shoes and socks they wear. They are all made of silk."
"If it was a small, remote sect, how could it be possible for its members to wear such fine clothes?"
"Their sect is indeed not strong in terms of strength, but it will definitely not be poor or poor."
Just these few words made Huo Gong Toutuo angry and started going berserk.
He raised his palm high and slapped Xuanyuan Batian away.
Then he roared in the silent market: "Monks don't lie! But some people dare to lie to me! Little monk, let's go!"
Mai Fan chuckled and said, "Hey!" He climbed onto the firewood train behind Huo Gong Tutuo and let the great monk pull him away.
After they left, the quiet market seemed to have pressed a continue switch, and everyone started making noise again.
The few people who lived around the market went about their business as if they had nothing to do.
As for the small sect that was in conflict with Xuanyuan Batian, they looked at each other a few times, put away their weapons with a bang, and ran away with the wind at their feet.
The angry little hall leader of the Money Gang was about to draw his sword and chase after him, but was stopped by his men.
"Let's go see how the deputy hall master is doing first, right?"
"That's right, as soon as this guy joined our money gang, he was favored by the gang leader. It seems that they want to promote him and put him in our hall just to gain experience."
"Now that we are following you out, something happened to someone. I'm afraid it won't be easy for the hall master to explain when he returns."
When the little hall master thought about it, it really made sense. He put away the knife in a somewhat depressed manner and waved in the direction where Xuanyuan Batian flew out: "Let's go and have a look."
"If a monk from Shaolin Temple kills someone, today we will carry Brother Xuanyuan's body to Songshan Mountain to ask for an explanation!"
When he finished speaking, these three or two people had already jumped into the bushes on the side of the market, and used their knives to pull open the bushes where Xuanyuan Batian landed.
