"Amitabha!" A Buddha horn sounded, Ma Feipeng only felt deafening, penetrating the bone marrow, and the raised hand stopped in mid-air, unable to kill any longer.

With the help of the street lamp, an old monk with white beard and white hair, twisting a Buddhist bead in his right hand, walked over from a few meters away.

No one saw where he came from.

The man in the cloak was shocked, and the sound was like a filament that pierced through his mind.

What kind of skill is this?

Looking back, he looked at the old monk in shock.

The old monk didn't seem to notice any difference, and walked over slowly, step by step.

"Get out of the way!" the man in the cloak shouted, and with a punch of his right hand, he struck at the old monk.

The old monk circled the true qi with the Buddha beads, and the true qi disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if it had been collected by the Buddha beads.

"Be forgiving and forgiving!" the old monk did not stop, as if nothing had happened to anyone who wanted to hurt him.

The man in the cloak looked at the old monk and defused his attack in an instant, which was simply incredible.

The old monk walked up to Ma Feipeng, looked at Ma Feipeng, and said softly: "Put it down!"

It wasn't loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

Xie Fang was originally protecting Lin Xiao, but he also turned back at this moment.

"Get out of the way!" Ma Feipeng was a little confused, so why did this old monk suddenly appear in front of him?

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to push the old monk, but the old monk did not move.

"Little donor, you are young, and it is a big taboo to be too angry!"

"What does it matter to you if I'm angry?" Ma Feipeng couldn't push the old monk, but raised the blade, "If you dare to stop it again, I will kill you!"

"Amitabha!" the old monk just recited the Buddha's name, and Ma Feipeng's blade had already slashed down his shoulder.

"Feipeng don't!" Yu Huizhu had already woken up at this time and staggered over, just one step too late.

However, a strange thing happened, not only did the old monk's gray clothes not damage at all, but Ma Feipeng's blade was completely rolled up.

"This can't be!" Ma Feipeng looked at his blade in shock, this can't be a fake!

Yu Huizhu had already grabbed Ma Feipeng's shoulders hard, and knelt down first: "Master, please forgive him, he's just a child!"

Ma Feipeng shook off Yu Huizhu fiercely, took three steps back, and looked at the old monk: "Why? Why are you all targeting me?

After speaking, he used a blade to cut down on his neck, although the blade was rolled up, but the danger was still very great, not to mention the blood vessels in the neck.

Ma Yu was taken aback and fell to it.

The old monk flicked his fingers, and Ma Feipeng's hand seemed to have been hit hard, and he threw it back, and the blade flew away without a trace.

"Parents of the body, why do you have to suffer!" said the old monk.

Yu Huizhu knelt just now, only to hear Ma Feipeng say that he was going to die, he was so frightened that he couldn't stand up, and when he looked back, Ma Feipeng was still standing there, completely collapsed.

A few people ran over and helped Ma Yu and Yu Huizhu up respectively, sat together in two breaths, and looked at Ma Feipeng as if he was enchanted!

"You guys go, I don't want to see you!" Ma Feipeng turned to Ma Yu and shouted, "Go!"

Ma Yu looked at Yu Huizhu, who was already in tears.

"Let's go!" Ma Yu had just seen Ma Feipeng trying to kill or commit suicide with a blade, and he was almost terrified, and when he saw his son's crazy appearance, he was really worried that he would do something drastic again.

Yu Huizhu barely stood up, crying and said, "Feipeng, let's go with my mother!"

"No!" Ma Feipeng shook his head, "I'll never go back!"

Yu Huizhu clutched her chest, in pain.

"Let's go back and talk about it!" Ma Yu was a man after all, and comforted Yu Huizhu.

Yu Huizhu had no choice, looked at Ma Feipeng again, and staggered out with Ma Yu, but she didn't stay away, just watched from a distance.

"What joy is there in life, and what is the pain in death! When is the shore in life!" the old monk said in a loud voice.

"Who are you?" the cloaked man looked at the old monk.

"The old man has no name and no surname, and he is insignificant!" said the old monk as he looked at him.

"Then leave our business alone, and the monks will go and recite the scriptures!" the man said coldly.

"The donor's words are wrong!" said the old monk, "Monks, compassion, how can you allow you to kill innocents indiscriminately!"

"That's nice, but do you know how many people you're trying to protect and how many people you've killed?" the man asked.

The old monk shook his head: "The old man is not clairvoyant, how can he know?"

"Fart!" the man scolded, "how do you know that Lao Tzu came out to kill someone?"

"The donor has been in this place since three days ago, and his anger has already risen, and the old man naturally knows it!"

The man's heart sank: Did he know when he arrived here three days ago?

How could it be? He thought about it, how could he feel any anger, it must be the old monk bragging.

"Does that mean you've made up your mind to meddle in your business?" After the man finished speaking, he raised his palms, condensed all his true qi, and hit the old monk.

With a fist just now, I didn't use all my strength, and I couldn't hurt the old monk.

So now use both palms and attack with all your might.

"Amitabha!" The old monk recited another Buddha name, and the Buddha beads in his hand were gently thrown out, but his body did not move at all.

All of that person's true qi was still like a drop of water blowing into the sea, and it didn't stir up the slightest wave.

It's about to fight back again.

I only felt that a ball of true qi hit my chest, which was not very painful, but my chest felt a little stuffy.

The man's face changed greatly, and he couldn't see that the old monk's skills were higher than his own, and if he fought again, he was afraid that he wouldn't even have the strength to resist it, so he held back his anger and asked, "Who are you? Why are you interfering in my affairs!"

The old monk smiled slightly: "The old monk just said that the monk has no name and no surname, so why should the donor have to ask?"

"Okay, I can't beat you!" the man sneered, thinking that he couldn't beat you anyway, so it was better to be tougher, "If you want to fight or kill, listen to you!"

As he spoke, he felt that his chest was even tighter, and he lifted his breath, and his true qi was a little affected, but it didn't seem to be a big problem.

It seems that the old monk either doesn't have all his strength, or he only has this bit of strength.

But I definitely can't beat it.

"The donor's words are wrong! This is not the territory of the old man, you can come if you want to come, and you can go naturally if you want to!"

"Really?" The man's face was happy, he didn't expect that a monk was a monk, and he was compassionate, so he let himself go.

"Monks don't speak!" said the old monk.

"Then I'll go!" the man said, just about to turn around, he suddenly asked Ma Feipeng, "Do you want to go with me, there is always a chance to take revenge!"

Ma Feipeng was startled and opened his mouth wide!

This is not an opportunity!

"Will you go?" the man asked, trying to reach out and press his chest, but forcibly held back.

Ma Feipeng turned his head to look into the distance, Ma Yu was standing far away, as if he didn't care about himself.

looked at Xie Fang again, he was actually giving Lin Xiao artificial respiration.

In an instant, Ma Feipeng no longer had a trace of attachment.

"I must get ahead!" filled his mind with a strong resentment.

"I'll go!" Ma Feipeng said without hesitation, walking in front of him.

The man nodded, and stepped forward.

"Slow!" the old monk said suddenly.

"What? are you going to change your mind?" the man asked, still with no expression on his face.

"Since the donor has a relationship with the old man, you might as well leave your name, and the old man can help you repent in front of the Buddha!"

"Fart, what do I have to repent!" the man said.

"The donor feels that there is no such thing as the donor, and the old man is just repenting on his behalf, without a name, but he is afraid that the Buddha will not allow it!"

"Fuck, you just say that you can find Lao Tzu for revenge in the future, turn around and turn around, just like you are the Buddha!" Liu Wuxue scolded, "But it doesn't hurt to tell you, my name is Liu Wuxue, blood of blood!"

"No wonder!" the old monk sighed and asked thoughtfully, "Who are you Dugu Remnant Xue?"

"I know the cripple, but I don't know the remnant snow Laozi!" Liu Wuxue said, "But if this kid is still alive, you tell him that the deep sea will not let him go!"

"What is the deep sea!" the old monk was unmoved, and at the same time punned.

Liu Wuxue didn't speak, turned around and walked in front, walking step by step, Ma Feipeng followed behind.

"Feipeng, go home, you want your mother to promise you!" Yu Huizhu said crying when she saw her son coming over.

She didn't know that Ma Feipeng was going to go with Liu Wuxue.

"I'm not going back!" Ma Feipeng said loudly, "I said I would never go back!"

"Too much nonsense!" Liu Wuxue said, "If you don't want to go, stay here!"

"I want to go!" Mr. Ma said.

At this time, Yu Huizhu had already run over and grabbed Ma Feipeng: "Feipeng, go home! Mom promises you, I'll give you everything!"

Ma Feipeng looked at his mother coldly and didn't say anything.

Ma Yu also walked over, barely squeezing out a smile: "I'll let you go back to study, go home!"

Ma Feipeng shook his head.

"Your son starts today, he is no longer your son, he will follow me to get ahead!" Liu Wuxue turned around and saw that the old monk was still standing there, his heart palpitated, and his chest seemed to be even tighter, as if that ball of true qi was still attacking.

"What? Who are you? Where are you going to take him?" Yu Huizhu was shocked, she had seen this person's power from a distance just now, and she couldn't help but take her son away.

"You don't have to know!" the corners of Liu Wuxue's mouth moved slightly, and he walked forward.

"Can't go!" Ma Yu reached out to pull Ma Feipeng.

In any case, Ma Yu didn't want to see his son go with a person of unknown origin, no matter how powerful this person was, instinctively told him that he had to leave his son behind.

Liu Wuxue pointed back, and Ma Yu seemed to have been swept from the front, and he fell to the ground.

"If you dare to stop or follow me again, I will destroy your whole family!" Liu Wuxue finished speaking and continued walking.

Suddenly I felt some pain in my chest, stopped a step, took a deep breath, and walked out faster.

Yu Huizhu didn't dare to entangle anymore, and hurriedly looked at Ma Yu who fell to the ground, but fortunately she just fell out with a nosebleed.

"What should I do?" asked Yu Huizhu as she looked at Ma Yu, whose face was covered in blood.

"Let's go home first!" Ma Yu struggled to stand up, his voice weak.

Only a roar was heard, and the community returned to tranquility.