All the monks could only watch there, they knew that they couldn't convince this eighth-stage monk with a few of them, after all, he had a very high status in Fang Xiaohu's eyes, and his eighth-stage was also the highest eighth-stage among the monks, and the other two eighth-stage monks were not his opponents, so he occupied a very important position in the minds of these monks.

The eighth-stage monk stood at Fang Xiaohu's door, thought about it for a few minutes, and finally couldn't help but ring the doorbell, and then waited quietly, still thinking about how to explain to Fang Xiaohu in his heart.

At this time, Fang Xiaohu and Fang Guorong were releasing their strength on a beautiful woman brought from abroad at the same time, and both of them seemed to have such a hobby. That is, they always have a soft spot for women, and they can also share it with women, which is also unacceptable to ordinary people.

And when the eighth-dan monk knocked on the door, it was also the time when they were ready to play in a different way, and it was also the moment when they had the most fun.

"Who?" Fang Xiaohu asked angrily.

"Chief, I'm an eighth-rank monk, and now I have an urgent report!" said the eighth-stage monk respectfully.

"Oh, you're back, go back and rest first, and I'll listen to your report tomorrow!" Fang Xiaohu still had a little patience with this eighth-stage cultivator, and he didn't immediately get angry and come to him to settle accounts.

"Chief, I'm seriously injured now, if I don't report this matter to you in time, I don't think I have the heart to go back to cultivation and recover!" said the Eighth Rank Monk, but it sounded a little stubborn.

"Are you sure you're going to come in now!" Fang Xiaohu's face changed drastically, and the killing intent suddenly came out.

"Yes, Chief, you must say it tonight!" replied the Eighth Rank Monk in the affirmative.

"Okay then!" Fang Xiaohu had already made up his killing intent, so he had no choice but to stop the work in front of him, and left the beautiful woman to his brother to enjoy alone, and he walked out alone.

The eighth-stage monk knelt in front of Fang Xiaohu when he entered the room, snorting and tearing about what happened to him, and also said that Jiang Li was as powerful as the gods descended from the earth.

"Are you finished?" Although Fang Xiaohu was pretending to listen to the Eighth Duan Monk's story, he had already made up his mind in his heart, that is, to kill this monk who didn't take himself seriously.

The eighth-dan monk nodded.

"Eat this!" Fang Xiaohu threw a small box to the Eighth Rank Monk.

Naturally, there is a potion in the box.

The eighth-rank monk was frightened, holding the small box in both hands, and kept trembling, "Chief, isn't the monk forbidden this potion?"

In order to allow the monks to protect themselves for a long time, Fang Xiaohu once stipulated that all monks could not take medicines, and could only improve their energy through cultivation and the use of food.

"This is my new invention, monks can also take it, eat it, you can win a hundred battles, no one is your enemy, even if the opponent is the god you just said, I'm afraid it won't be your opponent!" Fang Xiaohu said.

The eighth-stage monk naturally knew that eating this thing meant that he had to sell his life again, but after this time, there would be no follow-up, because he had never seen anyone who could continue to survive after taking the potion, and this kind of elixir that could instantly improve their skills was to use their lives to expand their energy to the limit.

"If I do something wrong, I will definitely correct it, but please let me stay and continue to work for you, okay?" the Eighth Rank Monk made one last intercession for himself, although he knew that Fang Xiaohu's words had never changed his original intention.

"You can work for me now, take the potion, and go and earn back the face you just lost, our Jiuyin Gong team will also thank you even if you burn high incense!" Fang Xiaohu said that he seemed to be very dissatisfied with the failure of the Eighth Rank Cultivator.

"Obey!" The eighth-rank cultivator seemed to have heard despair from Fang Xiaohu's words, and knew that his life was like this, so he didn't continue to fight for anything for himself, but as a loyal cultivator of the Nine Yin Gong, he would still do what Fang Xiaohu said.

Fang Xiaohu waved his hand, then left the hall and returned to his room, this incident made him not have the slightest energy to play games with that beautiful girl anymore, and he was not in the mood to play with his brother, after all, this eighth-stage monk used to be his most powerful assistant, but after tonight, his life was about to end, so he still felt a little sad in his heart.

The Eighth Rank Monk picked up the box of potions and respectfully left the room on the second floor, although Fang Xiaohu was no longer in front of him, he still had to respectfully walk out from here for the last time.

When he walked down the stairs, the other monks also saw the small box he was holding in his hand, and they all understood something at once, but no one dared to ask anything, but just cast a farewell look at the eldest brother in his heart.

It was late at night, and Chinatown was still full of light, and the smoke filled this once most prosperous street, full of disciples who wanted to practice or were practicing Jiuyin Gong, and when they saw the eight-dan monk passing by them, they squatted on the ground one by one to salute him.

The Eighth Duan Monk ignored all this, he never cared about the rights that this status brought to him, in his mind, only the loyalty of the other party's Xiaohu and his love for the Nine Yin Gong were the meaning of his life.

He walked aimlessly, because he knew that his evil energy had not recovered at this time, so he couldn't and didn't want to go to Jiang Li for revenge at this time, so he wanted to find a place to practice Jiuyin Gong and restore his physical strength, and when his physical strength was fully recovered, he would go to Jiang Li for revenge, and when the time came, with the power of the potion, he felt that he could defeat Jiang Li, so if that happened, even if he died, it would be worth it.

However, not all monks didn't take the eight-stage monk seriously, because they still admired it very much, so they secretly followed the eight-stage monk, preparing to go through this difficult time with him, hoping to help the eight-stage monk defeat the opponent and regain the face of the Jiuyin Gong group, so that Fang Xiaohu could forgive the eight-stage monk without having to take the potion.

The time for cultivation always passes quickly, but for real people, their time is still very slow.

On this night, the strength and energy of the eighth-dan monk were completely recovered.

And Jiang Li, because of a flawless awakening, stabilized the true qi of the medical dao that he had just increased. The increase in energy and the rise in strength made Jiang Li feel that his Lidan Decisive True Qi had an inexhaustible feeling.

Early morning.

Zhu Awen is still snoring in bed, Jiang Li has already gotten up early, he is a person who likes health, and the whole person is an expert and incarnation of health, so he has always insisted on getting up and running in the morning, although he is now in a foreign country, he has not stopped.

After about an hour of exercise, Jiang Li returned to the Bangkok Hotel, woke up Zhu Awen, who was still asleep, and the two marched together in the direction of Chinatown, which was their mission and their mission today.

However, the eighth-dan monk with his own potion, followed by several monks, was also running in the direction of the Grand Hotel in Bangkok.

Maybe it was a providence from above, they were somewhere on the street, and the vehicles passed by.

Although the eighth-dan monk felt that energy, because the speed of the car was too fast, there was no chance to confirm it, so he had to continue driving in the direction of the Grand Hotel in Bangkok.

Chinatown.

In the early morning, the smoke in Chinatown has not yet had time to be fully ignited, so Chinatown at this time is quite normal, and it looks like a human activity range.

But there are still places where smoke that hasn't burned up the day before is still burning.

Jiang Li and Zhu Awen stood at the entrance of Chinatown, because Jiang Li's extremely strong positive energy made some disciples in Chinatown feel very uncomfortable, and it could also stimulate the energy of these disciples and make them have a desire to fight.

"Look at the people inside, why are their faces so ugly?" asked Zhu Awen as he pointed to the people inside.

"Don't move!" Jiang Li wanted to stop Zhu Awen's movements, because pointing at the people inside like this is likely to cause a commotion, such a commotion is to launch a fierce attack on himself, this group of people seems to be inhumane, so it is likely to stimulate their desire to fight.

Sure enough, the two disciples who were standing outside very close to Jiang and them walked towards Jiang Li and them with a fierce look on their faces.

"Remember, don't make trouble yet, they are not the people we are looking for, if we startle the snake like this, we are afraid that it will be difficult to find Fang Guorong!" Jiang Li pulled Zhu Awen and reminded.

"What should I do then?" Zhu Awen also saw that the current situation was very unfavorable to him.

"If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan!" Jiang Li's words were very clear, that is, they had to endure it themselves.

"Hey, what are you two doing?" said one of the men, dressed in a black robe and wearing a hood on his head, pointing at Zhu Awen with a fierce look.

Zhu Awen smiled, clenched his hands into fists and said, "I'm sorry, I'm just passing by!"

"We've been staring at you for a long time!" another person also walked over, and the two of them surrounded Jiang Li in a very grand manner.

"I'm sorry to bother, bear with me!" Jiang Li said.

"Excuse me, that's impossible, you have to go in with us now!" said the man in the hood, and stretched out his hand to begin pulling Ju Arvin.

"Don't mind, we really didn't mean to offend!" Jiang Li stopped him, but he didn't expect this column, which completely angered the two guys, and he saw them wave their hands and hit Zhu Awen and Jiang Li.

Jiang Li urged Li Dan to make a decision, and the fists of these two people could only hit their bodies, and they would not be injured, but on the contrary, they would only make the two people in front of them feel pain, that is, let them hit themselves with the feeling.

The two of them were a little confused for a while, and the more they felt the pain, the harder they worked, wanting to teach the guy in front of them a lesson and a look.

Jiang Li just stood there calmly, with a very satisfied smile on his face.