Ye Ling pulled the old monk around the clearing, and rushed down the mountain non-stop, at this time he had only one thought, that is, to live!

He didn't have the ability to compete with the burly man, and the opponent could even kill him in seconds with a single punch. He was very afraid of death, he didn't want to die even more, although he felt very ashamed of Meng Qian, but his desire to live was far more than this shame.

Suddenly, the old monk broke free from Ye Ling's hands and slowly stopped.

Ye Ling felt his palm grasp empty, he also stopped, and looked back at the old monk suspiciously.

He thought that the old monk was old and tired of running and wanted to rest for a while, so he said: "Now is not the time to rest, if we don't run quickly, the man named Kaishan is very likely to catch up with us." ”

"Little benefactor, is it really okay to leave your friend like this?" asked the old monk.

Ye Ling was stunned, and he lowered his head in shame.

He didn't want to leave Meng Qian behind, but what could he do?

Go back to save Meng Qian?

What will he do to save him? Will he take his life? In front of that burly man, his life is probably not enough.

"That's fine. ”

The old monk's gaze was resolute, as if he had made a decision, he turned his back to Ye Ling, and continued, "Little donor, you go first." ”

Seeing the old monk take a step, Ye Ling hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"

"Little benefactor, go back. The old monk said without replying.

Watching the old monk's back gradually disappear into the dark mountains, Ye Ling lowered his head in shame. He looked down at the scimitar in his hand, if it weren't for this knife, how could Meng Qian be in danger?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but clench the knife harder, and the chill on the scabbard became even stronger.

"No, what did I just run?" Ye Ling wondered.

Just now, he was so frightened by Kaishan that his mind went blank, and he only cared about listening to Meng Qian, but he didn't pay attention to what Kaishan said.

Looking back now, he realized that he should have run.

"He just wants this knife, and he shouldn't have any intention of killing us. That is, as long as I give him the knife, he will let us go. ”

Ye Ling suddenly realized, he slapped his head suddenly, and said, "What am I running?

"What's more, it's still a question of whether he can use this knife. Ye Ling smiled evilly.

…………

Rewind the clock five minutes and the scene returns to the edge of the clearing.

Meng Qian used his remaining physical strength to rush towards Kaishan. Hearing the movement behind him, Kaishan suddenly stopped, and when the footsteps approached, he quickly turned around and punched hard.

Every punch of Kaishan has the power of a thousand catties, and this punch is no exception.

Meng Qian's reaction was extremely fast, and after Kaishan's punch was punched, he hurriedly flashed sideways. His hands were firmly on Kaishan's arms, and then he moved his feet and put his calves against Kaishan's ankles.

Meng Qian's body looks thin, but in fact it contains tremendous strength.

"Hah!" Meng Qian shouted.

He leaned against Kaishan's chest, and while exerting force on his limbs, he quickly bent down, and Kaishan was also overturned by him from behind at the moment he bent down.

The whole process is smooth and there is no superfluous movement.

When Kaishan reacted, he had already been knocked to the ground by Meng Qian.

Meng Qian gasped incessantly, beads of sweat mixed with blood running down his cheeks.

Now is not the time to rest.

Meng Qian didn't give Kaishan a chance to breathe, he raised his foot and stomped on Kaishan's chest fiercely, this kick almost used up all his remaining strength.

"Ahh

Kaishan felt as if someone had been beaten his chest with a big wooden stake, and his ribs were almost broken by Meng Qian.

"Do you still think I'm weak now?" Meng Qian's tone contained a hint of powerlessness.

"Ahem......"

After Kaishan relieved his breath, he looked at Meng Qian's eyes coldly, as if he wanted to tear Meng Qian immediately.

"You're looking for death!" Kaishan glared at Meng Qian fiercely.

Because Meng Qian's physical strength had been exhausted, Kaishan's right hand easily broke free from Meng Qian's hands.

'Oops!'

Meng Qian's figure moved, as if he wanted to escape, but his right foot had not moved away from Kaishan's chest, and Kaishan immediately grabbed his ankle.

'It's ...... played,' Meng Qian secretly said in his heart that it was not good.

Kaishan grabbed Meng Qian's feet with one hand, and slowly stood up from the ground with the other hand supporting his body, Meng Qian didn't have the slightest strength to resist, and was easily grabbed by him in his hand.

"Weren't you very energetic just now, why are you like a dead chicken now?"

Kaishan seemed to have infinite strength, and he lifted Meng Qian effortlessly, as if he was not carrying a person of more than a hundred catties, but an animal of more than ten catties.

As if he didn't feel enough fun, he shook Meng Qian again, and when he saw Meng Qian motionless like a dead fish, his interest suddenly decreased greatly.

"That's what you can do?" Kaishan glanced at Meng Qian, his eyes full of disdain.

"Ahem......"

Meng Qian coughed up a mouthful of blood, he smiled with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice, "Didn't I use this skill to hold you back?"

Hearing this, Kaishan's face immediately became ugly.

"Ahem...... I think they've run out of the mountain now, and it's too late for you to catch up now. Meng Qian was a little proud.

Kaishan was completely enraged, he suddenly let go of his hand, and Meng Qian, who landed on his head, fell and had a nosebleed.

"It's all your fault for getting in the way. "The opening of the mountain is compassionate and authentic.

"Really?" Meng Qian supported the ground with his hands and wanted to sit up, but Kaishan suddenly stepped on his chest and stomped him on the ground.

"Hehe......"

In this mortal situation, instead of panicking, Meng Qian laughed.

"It's a familiar scene...... Kaishan, how many times have you killed me? 10 times, 20 times? Hehe, the number of times is so many that I can't remember. ”

Meng Qian turned his head to look at Kaishan and asked, "When will you kill me?"

"Annoying ants, shut up!"

Kaishan jumped like thunder, he kicked out fiercely, Meng Qian's head was suddenly separated from his body, and flew out a few meters away like a ball.

Kaishan seemed to feel that it was not enough to relieve his anger, and he stomped the body that had lost his head a few more times, until he felt that his ribs had been broken by him, and his heart was much more relaxed.

Just when he felt that Ye Ling and the others had escaped from the mountain and were about to return in vain, an old voice suddenly sounded:

"Donor. ”

Isn't this the old monk just now?

Kaishan looked at the old monk approaching step by step, and his face gradually showed excitement. He glanced at the headless corpse on the ground, and there was smug in his eyes.

'Meng Qian, you died a really unjust death. Kaishan smiled secretly.

The old monk stopped five meters away, and he glanced at the headless corpse on the ground, and there was not much sadness in his eyes, only regret.

"Alas...... The poor monk is still one step late. ”

The old monk's eyes moved to Kaishan, and in the face of this two-meter-tall man, he was not nervous at all, and still maintained a calm attitude and persuaded:

"Donor, please put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. ”

"Don't give me all this useless nonsense, what about Shenwu, where are you hiding?" Kaishan asked.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha. The old monk still said this.

"Damn, if you say one more thing, do you believe that I will take off your head too?" Kaishan threatened.

"Alas......" the old monk sighed.

He pulled out a small bead the size of a dragon's eye through the gap in his pocket, white and shining in the moonlight.

Seeing this small bead, Kaishan suddenly thought of something, and his face changed wildly.

"Relics!"

Kaishan said in surprise, he hurriedly took two steps forward, trying to snatch the small bead from the old monk's hand.

The old monk hurriedly swallowed the small bead into his belly, and then kept retreating.

'Oh no! This old guy is trying to die with me. ’

Kaishan quickly turned around, and his footsteps kept running.

After the relics were put into his abdomen, the old monk felt a warmth spread from his lower abdomen to his whole body, and then, he felt that his body was full of strength, which was a powerful force that he had never felt.

Looking at the fleeing Kaishan, the old monk suddenly opened his legs and chased after him, although the amplitude of his steps was not large, but the speed at which his feet alternated back and forth was amazingly fast.

One step to open the mountain, he ran three steps.

After a few seconds, the old monk ran to the side of Kaishan and ran side by side with Kaishan.

Kaishan's expression was like seeing a ghost, this old monk didn't look like an old man who stepped into the coffin with half a foot, but had the demeanor of a sprinter.

"Donor, you can't escape......" The old monk's tone was neither slow nor slow, and he didn't have to pant for so long.

Suddenly, the old monk slapped his palm on Kaishan's back.

There was a muffled sound of "pop", and Kaishan, a strong man of more than 200 pounds, was slapped to the ground by him.

Kaishan fell with mud all over his face, and after spitting out the mud in his mouth, he stood up in embarrassment. Looking at the seventy-year-old monk in front of him, there was a rare look of horror in his eyes.

With the palm just now, Kaishan deduced that he would never be able to beat this old man.

"Donor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. The old monk still said this.

'Why don't you have any words?'

Kaishan muttered in his heart, his eyes returned to the old monk, and after thinking about it carefully, he suddenly smiled.

"The monks are compassionate, so I don't think you would commit murder, right?" Kaishan said.

It stands to reason that if this old monk wants to kill him, he will definitely have no room for resistance, but this old monk has no intention of killing him from beginning to end.

"In fact, the poor monk has already committed murder...... Since the donor insisted on refusing to put down the butcher's knife, then the poor monk could only do the right thing for heaven. ”

As he spoke, the old monk raised his hand and was about to slap it with one palm.

"Three thousand strength!"

Kaishan naturally wouldn't sit still, he let out a loud shout and punched hard.

His fist seemed to be able to tear through the air, carrying a large fist wind towards the old monk.

This punch weighed three thousand catties, but it was easily taken by the old monk.

"Isn't this old man hanging? Kaishan's face changed wildly.

Suddenly, the old monk held Kaishan's fist, Kaishan secretly said that it was not good, and wanted to break free, but the old monk's palm was like a steel claw, firmly locking his fist.

The old monk slowly twisted his palm, and Kaishan's arm also twisted.

As the old monk's writhing gradually increased, the pain of opening the mountain became more and more intense.

"Giggles"

Two muffled sounds came out, and Kaishan bared his teeth in pain, which was the sound of his hand bones being twisted.