??“ It's very likely, Senior Brother, what should you do, such a madman, can you send it to the Elders' House and hand it over to them, will they blame us for having nothing to do and causing you all the trouble?"

?“ There is only this way, he is a madman, he simply broke into this place unconsciously, and the rules of trespasser killing, so that we can't do anything to this madman. The fastest update" The monk in the house already has a plan in his heart, "I will take him to the elders' house, how to send it to the superiors, you are free to move, what to do and what to do!"

There was a commotion in the headset.

??“ I thought there was something wonderful to watch, but it wasn't like that. ”

?“ I haven't used my fists and kicks for a long time in the past few days, and I'm a little rusty, and I wish some people would make trouble, so that I can kill them happily!"

?“ Then I'd better go back and eat the KFC brought by my sister, I heard that I went to the Irish Grilled Chicken Leg Burger, I haven't eaten chicken thighs for a long time in the past half a month, and now I think about it, my teeth are itchy!"

And at this moment, standing in the middle of the clearing, Zhengji, has been dumbfounded, in his memory, monks seem to only eat fasting and chanting Buddha, do not kill, not aggressive, all with compassion as the embrace, open and close the mouth on the image of Amitabha Buddha's Pudu sentient beings, but now around their eight monks, the track is about to fight and kill, and it is quite fashionable.

The monk of the house jumped down and landed on the bluestone slab ground, and his body quickly moved closer to Zhengji, and the distance of a hundred meters was just a few feet on the ground to leap over, and this kind of bouncing power had reached an amazing point.

In no less than 20 seconds of back and forth, the monk has already crossed a distance of nearly 400 meters, rushed to Zhengji's side, poked his hand into a palm, a sweep, and fell on the back of Zhengji's head, this action he has practiced no less than hundreds of thousands of times, and the severity can be just right.

It's a pity that Zhengji is in the state of writing wheels, and the monk's careless move, in the eyes of Zhengji, is as slow as a child's skills, and there is no lethality at all.

And this monk does not start fighting, it is too rude, if this will be tricked, then his own does not seem to be a little pediatric, Zhengji is thinking in his heart, and he is not polite, and his body quickly bullied his body, holding the arm of the monk's attack with one hand, and the body followed the monk's attack, and the body used the turning force to learn the tricks of the Tai Chi old man when the river dam was low, and hit the monk's body.

This collision has a dark energy, with the strength of the monk, coupled with the strength brought by his own turn.After the transformation of the strong body, the movement speed and reflex nerves of the strong body have been strengthened several times, and the force brought up by the sudden turn is naturally extraordinary.

The monk only felt a powerful impact on his back, knocking his body out. He danced the monk's robe, his body rolled sideways in the air, and fell to the ground easily, his expression suddenly became solemn, he didn't expect that this man who seemed to be dirty all over his body contained in the power was not simple.

Could it be...... The monk thought like this, and did not dare to slack off, and with the strength under his feet, he rushed straight towards Masaki, this time he was not careless, and his hands struck out like lightning, trying to capture Masaki in one fell swoop.

Zhengji put away the writing wheel eye, there seems to be no intention of the killer between the monk's actions just now, and he naturally does not have to risk exposing the hole card and then use the writing wheel eye, although the current monk is not simple, and it seems that the other seven people next to him are not fuel-efficient lamps, but he is confident that his body, even if he does not open the writing wheel eye, can also fight with it!

What kind of place is it, but this ordinary monk is not easy to deal with at the moment, and before he can make an explanation, the second wave of fierce attacks of this monk has come one after another, and the complicated fists and feet are invisible, and the political discipline in the ordinary perspective is also a little dazzling.

?“ Third junior brother, there is a good show to watch, don't go, senior brother has done his best!"

?“ Fourth Senior Brother, don't you go to eat the Irish Roast Chicken Leg Burger, come back quickly, which one will you bet on?"

?“ Ya, it's been a long time since I've seen my senior brother suffer, this time I must find a good place and take my time......"

The seven monks who were onlookers suddenly came to their senses, found their positions with each other, sat or stood, and watched the fight between the two in the center of the venue.

The densely wooded islands, the huge buildings of strange conchs, the yellow and white sandy beaches surrounding, the blue waters, these real present and the distant days of the past, are like two different lines, one twists and turns, the other smooth and natural, but they are forcibly connected together, forming a unique life of political discipline.

The monk's broad palm swept over with a strong wind that broke through the air, at that moment, Zhengji had a feeling of facing thousands of troops, the movement of the monk in front of him, although it was slower than the return, but the attack was very amazing, the palm attack had not yet come, and Zhengji's hair had been blown by the wind, setting off some messy hairy horns.

?? He kicked back, his body quickly slid back, the monk's palm brushed his nose, Masaki took a few steps back, and there was a burning pain in his nose.

?? Although the monk was a little surprised that he was able to avoid his full blow, but soon the calmness honed in countless battles took over the surprise brought to him by Zhengji, and he further tested that this beggar-like man in front of him did have some real talent and learning, so that he could not despise it, he stepped forward again like Zhengji approaching, and his hands were ever-changing, or hitting or hitting, or pushing or grabbing, divided into countless shadows, like a thousand-armed arhat, rushing towards Zhengji.

In the face of the successive attacks of this mysterious monk, he was naturally a little in a hurry, trying to use the essence of Tai Chi, and he tried his best to rely on the body's instinctive reaction and superior physical fitness.

However, no matter how fast Masaki dodged, he was still slapped a few times by the monk, and the hot pain made him grin his teeth, although he recovered in a few seconds, but the pain still made him unhappy.

"This guy is so strong!" These are the words that involuntarily flashed in the heart of the monk who attacked Zhengji, and the strength between his fists and feet was naturally clear to him, but this unknown figure in front of him had been beaten so many times by himself, and he was still alive and well! He shook his teeth, no! He must not lose face in front of his junior disciples!

The monk thought so in his heart, and did the same in his hands, and suddenly raised his palms and attacked with his greatest strength towards Masaki's chest.

"Huh?" Before his fist touched the sleeve of Masaki's coat, suddenly, he was stunned in place.

Because the figure in front of him suddenly fell backwards, and fell to the ground with a "poof", the whole person seemed to be unconscious, and there was no movement.

"I'm just, it's still the senior brother who is more powerful, such a guy, you can settle it in seconds!"

?“ This son can actually make the senior brother suffer a loss, it seems that it is not the beginning!"

?“ Go, you know, that's because the senior brother let this guy get an advantage or two when he was defenseless and unsuspecting!"

The monk who was standing in front of Zhengji, who had fallen to the ground, showed a suspicious look on his face, but he still cleared his throat, and with a wave of his big hand, the seven monks immediately stopped talking, "Don't come and pat me on the back if it's okay, this person is still very young and of unknown origin, I'll go and send him to the Elders' House now, you all go back and do your duty, don't leave your post without permission, and prevent outsiders from invading!"

"Understood!" the seven immediately agreed.

When Masaki opened his eyes again, he happened to see the shadows of the trees swaying outside the window, and under the sunlight, glowing with green oil, the shadows were full of shadows, and a lazy feeling returned to his body, making him so confused that he could barely open his eyes.

So he closed his eyes again, thinking that he would sleep again, and as soon as his hand reached out, he reached the pillow of soft brocade, and pinched it again, he began to open his eyes slowly, and his brain recovered from his slumber, and regained his ability to speak.

Lying on the **, Zhengji quietly looked around, the room was very large, and it was full of antiquity, there was a sandalwood round table with a tea cup, and a potted wood carving in the corner, like a popular decoration in the seventies and eighties, it was quiet there, and even the window where he saw the leaves swaying just now was also carved and carved.

For a while, Zhengji had a feeling of returning to the Republic of China period, he was afraid that as soon as he opened the door, he could see the scene of the Eight-Nation Alliance outside joining forces to loot Beijing.

Suddenly, he sat up suddenly, the memory in his mind gradually emerged, and the expression on his face became slightly serious, wasn't he fighting with a monk before? But how could he faint? Could it be that there is a virus in his body and there is a problem?!

?? Just when Masaki was thinking wildly, the door creaked open, and the neat door sounded, with a sudden abruptness that broke the loneliness of the air.

An old monk in a gray robe stepped in, although his face was withered and old, but he still couldn't hide his shining eyes, and because of the existence of these eyes, his whole cheeks looked like a kind of wisdom that had experienced vicissitudes of life.

The old monk looked Zhengji up and down, and then saw that he was on top of the wooden **, and the expression on his face, which was originally as tight as rocky ground and as steady as Mount Tai, immediately collapsed and cracked, "Ah! bastard Qingyun actually got on my baby red sandalwood ** without changing clothes!"

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