Suddenly the wind rose on the grassland. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Jueming was dressed in a linen cloth and fluttered in the wind, and there was a sudden fierce sound. After the little monk made up his mind, he secretly chanted the scriptures in his heart, and looked indifferently at the few people who were already less than five meters away, and his heart was empty.

The five people looked at each other and started at the same time.

Although they also vaguely felt that this move was a bit bullying. But this monk harvested nearly thirty jade and gold fruits from the tree under their noses, which really made people blush. The husband is not guilty, since the monk does not have the ability to keep the baby, it is no wonder that the five of them are not guilty.

Among the five people, a red-faced man took the lead in attacking, raised his shoulders and five fingers into claws, and revealed a half-foot white edge in his momentum, and went straight to Jueming's abdomen. The two tall young men blocking the road came one after another, and the arms of the two roared angrily, and the four arms that were more than one and a half meters long were staggered and dazzling, like a big net woven by the arms of the flesh, and they buckled towards the little monk's head and face. The remaining two partners were slightly inferior in speed, but they also followed, one of the two cultivators was holding a black giant axe, and the other was urging the flying treasure seal, driving the whistling sound of breaking the air.

Zhang Liang's eyes were cracked, and he gritted his teeth and got up to block a few attacks for Master Jueming. This kind-hearted little monk looked like a submissive little brother to it, how could it bear to see him besieged in such a ruthless way. Zhang Liang raised his right hand and was about to summon Chixiao, but who expected that his knees suddenly weakened, and he suddenly staggered to the ground with unsteady steps, and the all-out sprint of nearly half an hour really exhausted him. Out of this hexagram, Zhang Liang secretly shouted that it was not good. Sure enough, the red-faced man's five fingers shining with white light had already grasped Jueming's body.

The red-faced man touched his flesh with one claw, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His trick "Tiangan Inch" tore gold and iron, and the hand-to-hand fighting was extremely fierce. How can this little monk withstand this blow with fine skin and tender meat.

Jueming's clear eyes calmly looked at the opponent who crashed into his arms, and his face was calm and solemn.

"Everything is going to be bad, and so is human life."

The red-faced man's excited face froze. He felt as if he was clawing at a wall of fine steel, unable to reach even an inch no matter what.

"Like a river that flows, it goes back and does not return, and human life is like this."

The little monk's weak body was full of treasure, and his clothes rose up like a ball. The four long arms of the two men behind them shook violently against the sackcloth monk's robe, as if they were electrocuted.

Jueming didn't look back, and his face was neither sick nor bitter. He lifted the white jade palm hidden in the wide water sleeve and slowly pressed it on the forehead of the red-faced man with a frightened face.

How can a red-faced man not be afraid? This monk's ability is far beyond his imagination. The white-skinned and translucent little hand slapped towards him slowly, and the red-faced man held back the blue tendons on his forehead but couldn't move at all, and the hand he grabbed on the monk's abdomen was violently shaken, and he stiffened all over, as if he was petrified.

Boom!

The small palm slapped on the sweaty forehead of the red-faced man, and it made a loud sound like a muffled drum. The red-faced man's eyes darkened, and he flew into the air upside down.

The two long-armed men behind them were gritting their teeth and screaming at their flying cloaks, and before they could see what was happening, their red-faced companions shot out like cannonballs. The little monk turned around immediately, and the monk's robe rotated with the scattered treasure light, and the fragrance of the moment was like a blooming lotus.

When the two of them saw Jueming's transparent black eyes, their hearts couldn't help but tremble. They were about to pull their hands back, but it was too late.

"All living beings are suffering, and all aspects are inherent."

The little monk sighed, pushed out his palms flat, and imprinted them straight on the chests of the two of them. The faces of the two changed wildly, as if they had been hit by a multi-ton off-road vehicle.

"Bang long ...

The two cultivators not far away stopped their steps, and the big axe in the hand of one of them fell to the ground unconsciously, looking at everything that happened in a daze.

"Bang." The red-faced man who flew into the sky fell from the sky and fell heavily on the grass, his chest was stuffy, his eyelids rolled and he fainted.

No way! Zhang Liang's heart was turbulent. He never expected that the little master Jueming, who seemed harmless to humans and animals, and even a little cowardly, would be so strong. From the red-faced man taking the lead to the two blocking the road following the attack, the little monk broke out a counterattack and instantly defeated the three with a devastating momentum, but it will only take ten seconds. Zhang Liang's initial worry and unbearability had not disappeared, and Jueming had already easily solved everything.

"Ho! What a powerful little monk! Zhuge Xi's face in front of the Phantom Golden Pagoda was full of surprise, "The red-faced man's name is Tu Hao, and a pair of "Tiangan inch mangs" have touched the threshold of the Sanpin realm, but they are still not the enemy of this little monk. With this skill and might, he is afraid that he has reached the first-grade realm. ”

Lu Zun snorted slightly: "The 'Nirvana Hand' of the old monk of the empty phase." I said how I always felt that this little guy had a familiar smell all over his body. ”

Zhao Mingyang didn't know when he came up, watching the little monk in the light curtain show his might, and he was a little stunned. The power of the little monk's pair of fleshy palms is really amazing, and most of his own "second-grade realm" is inferior. But if you compare it with him。。。。。。

Zhao Mingyang's eyes were fixed on Zhang Liang, who was sitting on the ground: "If it is compared to his sword, I'm afraid it is more than a step behind." If I fight with this little master, although he can win me, he will definitely not be able to damage my Broken Formation Xuanqing Armor. And this guy 。。。。。。 Zhao Mingyang smiled bitterly in his heart, this guy only shattered his pride with the power of his sword.

Liu Hao's upright posture and javelin were generally pierced next to Zhuge Xi, and the strange light in his eyes flowed, and he didn't say a word.

After Zhang Liang's sigh in his heart, he felt that he had a little more strength out of thin air under the stimulation of the little monk Shenwei, and at this time he stood up excitedly and moved closer to Jueming.

"Hey! Little master, you are really a real person. That's amazing! Zhang Liang bared his teeth and said with sincere appreciation.

Jue Ming's expression was stunned, as if he had just come to his senses. He looked at the three people who fell to the ground motionless and the two instrument cultivators who were so frightened that they seemed to have been pointed, and suddenly his delicate little face instantly turned red. It was the first time that the little monk had grown so big and had fought with someone else.

Jue Ming's calm expression when he was killing all sides just now disappeared without a trace, and his face was cramped and uneasy. The little monk was nervous and unconsciously used all his strength, and how could he have imagined that the seemingly fierce opponent couldn't even parry his own move. In case it ruins someone's life。。。。。。 The poor little monk was so frightened that he even turned white, and even called Amitabha.

"Ding, ding, ding." There were three green sounds, and the golden talismans on the chests of the three people who fell to the ground shattered one after another, and the people also disappeared in a cloud of golden light.

"Am I guilty of murder?" The little monk was startled, the corners of his eyes were moist, tears were rolling straight down, and there were bursts of crying in his mouth.

Zhang Liang felt a little funny, this little master's personality really opened his eyes. He hurriedly opened his mouth and comforted: "No, no, they were defeated and lost their qualification for the trial, and they teleported out of here. ”

When the little monk heard that he hadn't killed anyone, his heart was also relieved. He looked at the two opponents who were at a loss not far away, twitched his nose, and said with a somewhat irrepressible choked voice: "Amitabha, two donors." The little monk was so helpless that he was forced to fight back, and asked the two to forgive him. If you want to leave, please take care of yourself, if you still want the little monk's jade gold fruit, the little monk will give you half of it, but the talisman must not be destroyed by the donors. I'm sorry. ”

After that, as soon as the little monk touched the talisman on his chest, he was about to send it with the golden jade fruit in both hands.

The two of them turned pale with fright, and hurriedly waved their hands: "Don't, don't, master, you're too polite." It's all our fault, let's go. ”

After speaking, without waiting for the little monk to answer, the two turned their heads and picked up their weapons and ran away.

Zhang Liang watched from the sidelines with a lot of emotion.

The little monk looked at the rapidly disappearing backs of the two with a little blankness, a little confused. Fortunately, he is naturally open-minded, and if he can't figure it out, he doesn't want to. Jueming turned to look at Zhang Liang: "Donor Zhang Liang, thank you for helping me out of the siege." Next, let's look for the Jade Golden Fruit together. ”

Zhang Liang actually had a plan in his heart, this monk is simple and kind-hearted, I'm afraid it's not suitable to do that together. Originally, I was worried that Jueming would not be bullied when he wandered alone, but at this time, how could he still have such concerns.

"The little master has a good idea, and he has a conscience. However, this trial is also intended to exercise personal ability, so we might as well honestly look for each other. If we meet again, we may not be able to do so. Zhang Liang replied with a smile.

Seeing Zhang Liang say this, Jue Ming had no choice but to nod and no longer reluctantly: "That is the case, the little monk wishes Zhang Shizhu a safe journey." ”

Zhang Liang waved his hand with a smile and turned to leave.