The tall yellow-robed monk approached Ling Yun, stretched out a big fan-like foot, stepped on Ling Yun's calf, and Ling Yun screamed in pain, so that Ling Yun could no longer roll and dodge, and his whole body was exposed in front of the yellow-robed monk.

"Stinky boy, you still want to hide again, you want to be beautiful, now see how you can hide again?" the tall yellow-robed monk laughed loudly and raised the huge scimitar in his hand.

Ling Yun was shocked, subconsciously raised his arm to block, closed his eyes, and thought painfully in his heart that this hand might not be able to be saved, and if he survived in the future, he could only be a one-armed hero like Yang Guo, but the scimitar slashed on the arm, and there was no pain.

Ling Yun opened his eyes, only to see that the scimitar seemed to be slashed on a piece of hard steel, and rebounded back, because the force was too great, the force of the rebound was also very amazing, and it was directly inserted into the heart of the tall yellow-robed monk, impartially, right in the heart, and the blood burst out from the wound due to the huge pressure, like a blood mist filling the air.

The tall yellow-robed monk thought that this knife would easily cut the little beggar into several pieces, but the last thing the knife was inserted into his own heart, his eyes widened in disbelief, all this seemed to be a prank, and he still maintained this shocked look until his life had been drained with blood.

Everyone in the distance thought that the little beggar had died tragically in just a moment, but no one thought that it was the tall yellow-robed monk who fell first, and his huge body fell to the ground with a bang, as if a stone had fallen, overwhelming a bush and grass.

"Ah, my brother, what's wrong with you! Don't you want to run away, this beggar!" The fat monk was so surprised that he turned over and dismounted, and a group of yellow-robed monks dismounted after him, coming towards Lingyun with a fierce momentum.

Ling Yun was also a little surprised, looked at his completely fine arm, and felt that all the wounds on his body had healed in an instant, and there was no longer any pain, especially in the dantian, a cool and abundant power continued to flow, and it turned out that the aura was back!

Glancing at Xin Ci on the horse in the distance, Ling Yun was secretly grateful in his heart, this woman had a knife mouth and a kind heart, and she couldn't bear to watch me die after all. Xin Ci didn't think so, she just felt that as soon as Ling Yun died, the reward would become minimal, and it was really not worth it.

Qiu Ying was quite happy, so she just applauded and said, "That bald man died well, auntie, you must have secretly rescued him." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, it's nothing to do with me. Xin Ci said indifferently.

Looking at a group of yellow-robed monks surrounding Ling Yun, the fat monk lifted the tall man's head, the yellow clothes were full of red blood, there was no trace of breath under his nose, he screamed and cried in pain, and the guard beside the noble son said in a low voice: "Childe, it seems that this little beggar is not ordinary, it just so happens that the two of them are entangled, should we take the opportunity to drive away the horses and leave the place of right and wrong?"

"Gentlemen don't take advantage of people's danger, since they go to solve things, then wait until they solve them, why do such unjust things. Childe said.

Seeing that Gongzi was not in a hurry to leave here, the guards said that they were retreating and no longer advised.

For that young man, this scene in front of him is not a good show, in the capital, it is rare to see this kind of folk vicious fight, even if it is a drill bow horse, it is just a performance like a guard show, how can anyone dare to fight bloody and vicious in front of him? But the scene when the tall yellow-robed monk fell just now, blood splattered, and he felt the excitement that he had never seen in the capital.

This noble son, born in a powerful family, has been familiar with Confucian classics since childhood, and every sentence is inseparable from benevolence, righteousness and morality, but this also shapes the other extreme of the two sides of his life, that is, under the benevolence and righteousness in his mouth, there is a natural affinity for violence and cruelty, just like being forced to eat light food all day long.

The fat monk roared angrily: "Whoever kills one of my monks is like killing thirty-seven of my monks, brothers, what should we do now?"

"Break him into pieces! Avenge the second child!"

"Killing this little beggar can't relieve the hatred in my heart, everyone present today has to be tortured and killed a hundred times!"

"Yes, especially those two women, you must play until they are crippled and then killed!"

"Eat those two-legged sheep tonight!"

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The yellow-robed monks were all talking, surrounding Ling Yun, fierce and vicious, full of righteous indignation, eager to open their mouths and tear Ling Yun to pieces.

But Ling Yun was no longer flustered at all, and lay on the ground swaggeringly, looking at the appearance of this group of people spitting angrily, he only felt funny in his heart, after all, the aura was back!

With this aura, there is no mortal to be feared in the world!

The fat monk pulled out his waist knife and shouted to the sky: "Whoever kills my brother will naturally die, but everyone present today will not want to live, and they will go to my brother's funeral!"

More than ten yellow-robed monks were already staying on the road, guarding the horses, and when they heard this, they immediately drew their knives one after another, and stared at the noble prince and his group, especially Xin Ci and the others, who were also in the glance of their hungry wolf-like eyes.

"Kill this little beggar first!" the fat monk gave an order, and the twenty yellow-robed monks surrounding Ling Yun drew their swords and slashed at Ling Yun who was lying on the ground.

Ling Yun showed a subtle smile on his face, and when the knife was about to touch his body, he used his aura to leave the embrace of the earth like lightning, but the yellow-robed monks who were besieging him were unaware of it, and cut down the knife vigorously, only cutting it in an empty place, cutting off a few grass roots that were overwhelmed by Ling Yun.

The yellow-robed monks were stunned, under this impenetrable encirclement, they could still let him escape, this is simply not something that can be done with advanced kung fu, but illusion!

Ling Yun left the encirclement of the yellow-robed monks, and the first thing he had to do was not to kill everyone, but to use the aura that had temporarily returned to his body to tease the woman who had always regarded him as a slave.

Xin Ci only felt that the horse sitting down sank, and on the saddle between Qiu Ying and herself, a dirty figure appeared, with a pair of black hands around her waist, and as soon as she frowned, she guessed that it was the guy, and pulled out her knife mercilessly to cut off the finger.

Seeing that she was really coming, Ling Yun had to retract his hand, and said with a grin: "I didn't sit down and touch my waist, so I have to cut off my fingers, so if I kiss you, won't my mouth be gone?"

"Get out of here!" Xin Ci was inconvenient to kick this guy off the horse directly because there was Qiu Ying behind him, otherwise he would never hesitate for a second, and shouted.

Ling Yun smiled lovely, but did not listen to her words and dismounted, but did more steadily, stretched out his hand from under her flanks, lifted the reins of the horse, and clamped the horse's belly between his legs, the horse was very spiritual, so he turned the horse's head heartily and rushed in the direction of the noble son's group.