85_85289 Chen Jing didn't dare to be careless, he had already learned the skills of the white-clothed saint, and the gap between the two was too big, and it was not something he could fight against at all.

He hurriedly dodged, his eyes fixed on the movements of the white-clothed saint, but he quickly looked around, looking for a chance to escape.

In an instant, he was full of anger, twitched the bone knife on his waist, resisted a few moves, and then the whole person quickly retreated.

Chen Jing had no intention of fighting, and used all his strength, and his speed was extremely fast, constantly wandering around the white-clothed saints. Last night, he held more than seventy moves under his hands, and now he has the heart to dodge, so he naturally lasts longer.

However, after a long time and continuous consumption, Chen Jing's speed gradually slowed down. However, the white-clothed saint was still as fast as the wind, and as a result, he slapped a palm on Chen Jing's chest.

Chen Jing's body staggered, and then he received another slap in the back.

His entire body flew more than ten meters away, and he vomited two mouthfuls of blood in a row. After a few heels on the ground, he unloaded his strength.

The white-clothed saint still chased after him, turned his palm into a claw, and buckled it towards Chen Jing's heart.

If he really hits the center by this blow, Chen Jing is afraid that he will die immediately.

At this dangerous juncture, suddenly the old monk moved at the same time. He had been standing at the door, Chen Jing had his back to him, and he only felt a burst of palpitations that made his heart palpitate. Before he could dodge, the old monk had already come behind him.

He put his fingers together, pointing like electricity, but he didn't look like Chen Jing, but always looked like a white-clothed saint. At the same time, his other hand grabbed Chen Jinghou by the collar and threw him out.

Chen Jing crossed a graceful arc in the air, landed steadily on the wall of the factory, and stood lightly on the ground.

And the old monk's finger hit the heart of the white-clothed saint, and the palm of the white-clothed saint also grabbed the old monk's heart.

is completely reckless, and the old monk actually has a mentality of seeking death.

However, when the two were about to collide together, the white-clothed saint suddenly restrained the momentum and turned backwards, avoiding the strength of the old monk.

"Mr. Zeng, what are you doing here!?" The white-clothed saint asked angrily.

The old monk withdrew his fingers, sighed lightly, and said, "The two of us have known each other for ten years, and although we are not friends, we also have some friendships. Back then, I won you with a small move, so many years have passed, how about we have another big one? ”

The white-clothed saint frowned slightly and said, "You want to save him?" ”

The old monk did not speak.

"Okay, I'll give you a chance. Since you are blind, I will not bully you, as long as you can hold up 300 moves in my hands, you will win! ”

When the two met for the first time, they had a fight. The white-clothed saint ranked forty-seven on the list of rivers and lakes, while the old monk ranked only one place close to him, ranking forty-sixth.

The white-clothed saint didn't know why the old monk wanted to save Chen Jing, but he was never convinced by the defeat of one move back then. Ten years have passed, and his kung fu has improved a lot. However, the old monk is blind to himself, and his force is not only rising, but also greatly reduced.

The old monk smiled kindly and said, "Thank you for the fulfillment of the saints." ”

The white-clothed saint was slightly stunned, not understanding what he meant. However, he didn't have a chance to think about it at all, and the old monk started as soon as he finished speaking.

He took one step and came to the white-clothed saint, put the fingers of his right hand together, raised it slightly upward, and tapped it diagonally.

Although he didn't come into contact with the white-clothed holy envoy, the energy driven by his fingers was like a bullet, like a hidden weapon. The white-clothed saint did not relax, his whole body leaned back sharply, avoiding the momentum, but his clothes were still cut open.

Glancing at the white clothes on his chest, the white-clothed saint smiled and said, "Mr. Zeng has really not wasted in the past ten years, and his kung fu has improved a lot. It's a pity that you're blind and not my match. ”

After speaking, his legs suddenly exerted force, his palms waved quickly, and the whole person kept changing positions, until finally, he quickly left several white afterimages on the ground, attacking the blind old monk from all directions.

Chen Jing was shocked and wanted to remind. He could see that the white-clothed saint was only because the old monk could not see it, so he set up doubts and disturbed his hearing.

But the speed of the white-clothed saint was too fast, and Chen Jing didn't have time to remind him that he had already appeared behind the old monk and slapped the old monk in the back of the heart with one palm.

At this moment, the old monk did not dodge, and suddenly turned around, and his whole heart was aimed at that palm. And his finger also pointed to Situ Baiyi's heart.

It's this move again, and it's completely a life-for-life style of play.

The white-clothed saint could not fight with him, so he could only withdraw his hand and retreat sharply to the side.

"What are you trying to do!?" The white-clothed saint asked.

The old monk did not answer, but took the initiative. The saint in white was angry, but he could not fight him. Even if the old monk is blind, if he really wants to fight like this, even if he wins, I'm afraid he will be seriously injured.

Helplessly, he could only dodge everywhere, and he couldn't go all out at all.

Chen Jing was also confused when he watched from the sidelines, lowered his head and thought for a long time, and didn't understand why the old monk was like this. Is it really just to save him?

The white-clothed saint was also puzzled, and finally found an opportunity to distance himself before asking, "Do you think that if you die, Zeng Shi will not be able to take revenge on you?" I also heard about it fifty years ago, and I couldn't blame you at the time, after so many years, he couldn't let it go. You can't rely on him, so what about doing things for him? ”

The old monk sighed, did not answer his words, but said to Chen Jing: "Young man, today I will give you a chance to live, you have to promise me, you will die in the future." ”

When Chen Jing heard this, he finally understood what the old monk wanted to do, he wanted to seek death, and at the same time save Chen Jing's life. Last night, Zeng Qian's father died. He also learned about the affairs of the Zeng family through the investigation of the third young master, and knew what happened on that night fifty years ago, but he didn't know that that night was actually a conspiracy arranged by Zeng Shiye, and nothing happened at all.

He thought that the old monk didn't want Zeng Shiye to kill his granddaughter in order to persecute him, so he did this. Although he didn't understand why the old monk asked him to save Zeng Qian's life in the future, he didn't have time to think about it, nodded and promised.

After the old monk finished speaking, he pointed out again, and flew like a white-clothed saint.

The white-clothed saint was repeatedly persecuted by the old monk and was furious. He scolded: "Okay, since you want to die, I will fulfill you!" ”

However, just as the two were about to fight for their lives, someone came.

"Who is Chen Jing?"

Chen Jing frowned slightly and looked at the door of the factory. There, there are many people, led by eight teenagers. And the third young master is among them.

The old monk and the white-clothed saint stopped.

Chen Jing said: "I am Chen Jing. ”

The young man who opened his mouth to shout looked at the white-clothed saint and the old monk, and frowned dissatisfiedly: "Changjia Village is looking for Chen Jing, and the idle people are waiting to get out." ”

Nima, he's scolding the two people who are within the fiftyth place on the Jianghu list to get out!

Arrogant and arrogant!

The white-clothed saint snorted coldly, left the old monk and pounced.

Today he was so annoyed that he was forced by the old monk to be so insulted by a yellow-haired boy. Is the name of the saint in white called in vain?

He shouted angrily: "Ignorant child, dare to talk to the old man like this." You can't live if you do your own evil! ”

With this move, the boy knew that he had kicked the iron plate. But he wasn't afraid, the two masters behind him followed, all of whom were the most powerful people in his family. are all ranked about 100 on the list of rivers and lakes.

Of course, the two did.

But the tragic thing is that the two teamed up to fight with the white-clothed saint for dozens of rounds, and they were all imprinted on his chest by his palm and flew out for a long time.

When the others looked at it, they couldn't help frowning. glanced at each other, and motioned to the people behind them to let them do it. Although they have a competitive relationship, they are also from Changjia Village and cannot watch him be killed.

Fourteen great masters surrounded the white-clothed saints, but they didn't dare to make a move immediately. After all, they could see clearly the fight between the three of them just now, this person is not simple, and he is not a little more powerful than them.

They are all ranked on the list of rivers and lakes, although they don't know who this old man is, but they can also see that he is definitely a very high-ranking person on the list of rivers and lakes.

The white-clothed saint laughed and said, "It's very good, I haven't met a master like you for many years, the old man will exercise his muscles and bones today!" ”。