"Mr. Zhou, please."

"Please!"

Zhou Chen took the lead in the stilted building without any scruples, and the white monk waved his hand at those people, signaling that none of them should go up, it was enough for him to go up alone.

Zhou Chen found a place to sit down, and the white monk also went upstairs, chose to sit down opposite Zhou Chen, and very skillfully picked up a steaming coffee pot from the desk, and after the empty coffee cup in front of Zhou Chen was full, he motioned for Zhou Chen to use it.

"Well, you've got a good coffee." Zhou Chen poured some milk into the coffee cup, did not put sugar, took a small sip of the cup, and then put it on the table: "Do you know, what am I doing here?" ”

"Amitabha, Mr. Zhou, you must have come with hatred, right?" Bai Heshang clasped his palms together and said with a smile: "It's just that when is the time for revenge, you killed my junior brother, and we came here, and Mr. Zhou, you came here because we want to seek revenge on you, this is the reason why we meet each other here, if we attack each other, there will be casualties, whether it is for Mr. Zhou or for us, it is something you and I don't want to see." ”

Zhou Chen looked at the white monk in surprise, this guy was actually more powerful than the black monk's mouth, and in a sentence or two, he easily pushed the matter in another direction, as if they were not enemies with red eyes when they met, but like old friends who had not met for many years, sitting there talking and reminiscing.

"Since the great monk, you also said that if I am injured, I can't accept it myself, and if I hurt your people, you can't accept it, but this doesn't seem to be the point, because these are just assumptions, who will know if you don't try it?" Zhou Chen stood up suddenly as he spoke, his hand slanted his finger sharply, only to hear a sonorous sound, and a long sword surrounded by purple mangs rose into the air, floating above Zhou Chen's head, as long as Zhou Chen's hand moved, the sword would inevitably stab directly into the throat of the white monk.

The white monk, still sitting quietly in the chair, without lifting his eyelids, moved the Buddhist beads in his hand, and made the sound of chanting in his mouth.

"Contemplating the Bodhisattva of Freedom, when he walks deep in Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he survives all suffering......" With the sound of the white monk, a faint golden light flashed out of his body, and the whole person looked solemn and treasured, and a pair of eyes suddenly opened, and two golden rays shot out.

"Dang!"

Zhou Chen waved his hand suddenly, and the long sword floating above his head immediately went straight to the two golden lights, and at the moment of contact, there was a crisp sound of Jin Ge hitting each other, and the white monk was suddenly startled, and hurriedly slapped the armrest of the chair with both hands, and the whole person jumped up with a snort, and his hands turned into claws, and he rushed towards Zhou Chen's chest.

"Whoa!"

Treading ......

The white monk's hand grabbed the long sword, Zhou Chen hurriedly waved his backhand, and the loach on the sword body seemed to be pointing down, and suddenly sparks were shining, Zhou Chen waved his hands again, only to see two purple rays shining, and with a sharp sound of breaking the air, he chased directly towards the white monk.

The white monk fell to the ground and took a few steps back, his hands were slammed back, his body flashed to the side, and two purple rays shot directly on the wall of the house made of bamboo, and suddenly there was a double click, and the roof of the house suddenly collapsed.

"Boom!"

Zhou Chen suddenly, the whole person rose up, directly broke a big hole in the roof, and the person floated directly in the air, the long sword floating in the air, suddenly Zhou Chen swung it once, the long sword snorted, and with the purple cannon, it went towards the white monk who had just landed outside the stilted building.

"Ding!"

"Click!"

"Poof!"

A black man held a huge black shield, blocking the white monk's body, the long sword stabbed on the top of the shield, although the shield slowed down the speed of the long sword a lot, but the purple light on the long sword flashed suddenly, the shield made a cracking sound, and then the paper paste exploded, and the long sword stabbed the black man's chest through the body.

"Ahh

The white monk screamed, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the whole person kept retreating, and suddenly the white monk stretched out his hands violently, and put a handful on the black man's shoulder, but the huge momentum still made him retreat back.

"Bang!"

After a crisp sound, a brilliant golden light shot towards Zhou Chen, who was falling from the sky, with the sound of breaking the air.

"Humph!"

Zhou Chen moved in the air, his mouth let out a cold snort, his hands hung down, and the whole person fell to the ground with a whoosh, and then leaned suddenly, and the bright golden light that seemed to have eyes passed by his face, and then shot heavily on the radar, and suddenly made a fierce explosion.

"Boom!"

"Hiss ......"

The lid of the pot seemed to fly into the air like a radar, and the electricity flashed on it, and the ground suddenly raised a cloud of flying dust, and the one holding an extremely strange black longbow in his hand, only its shape and no appearance, seemed to be made of black gas.

"Brush!"

Two black lights shone in the air, and a guy with a pair of white feather wings growing out of his back, holding a pitch-black double dent in each hand, volleyed down into the air and rushed straight to Zhou Chen.

"Birdman?"

"Damn it!"

Zhou Chen staggered the sharp double forks, and said in amazement.

"Damn it, proud angel, now punish you blasphemous fellow!"

"What a bullshit angel, a birdman is a birdman!"

"Hmph, you're still hard-mouthed when you're dying!"

That person seemed to be angered by Zhou Chen's words, and let out an extremely cold roar from his mouth, and pounced on Zhou Chen again.

"Boom!"

"Uh......"

Hearing only a muffled sound, the person who came straight to Zhou Chen only felt a pain in his chest, and then as if he had been clicked on the acupoint, he stopped suddenly, and then with a stunned expression, he stood straight on the ground, unable to move.

Zhou Chen flashed to the side, grabbed a black man who just wanted to come up and sneak attack him, and with a sudden force of his hands, that person was thrown into the air by Zhou Chen's cannonball, and the person kept waving in the air, his eyes were desperate, and his mouth let out an exclamation like killing a pig.

"Ah......h

"Click!"

"Boom!"

Zhou Chen suddenly raised his hands above his head, came to a bully to raise the crown, and then his right foot was arched, and he slammed the black man's abdomen into his knee, and then the black man vomited blood in a big gulp, and finally Zhou Chen fell heavily to the ground, and he didn't move after a few flutters.

Treading ......

Hurried footsteps sounded behind him again, and a cold light went straight to Zhou Chen's back, Zhou Chen bent suddenly, and a samurai sword flew into the air.

"Dang!"

The long sword was taken back by Zhou Chen, and the samurai-shiaber that pounced on it again was blocked by the long sword, and with Zhou Chen's wave of his hand again, the samurai-shiaber was directly broken in response, and the castration of the long sword was unabated and slashed away.

"Click!"

"Whoa!"

"Knock Knock ......"

The neck of the islander with the samurai sword was cold, and then the great head rose to the sky, and the blood shot out of Lao Gao, and the headless corpse shook in the air a few times, and then it went to the ground and struggled a few times, and then never moved again.

"Amitabha!" The white monk had a gloomy face, his previous calm appearance was gone, and a pair of eyes with a dark light looked at Zhou Chen coldly, and his hands were clenched into fists, blocking Zhou Chen, who was commanding the long sword again, as if he was going up to continue to strangle other companions.

"Monk, you better put away your set, now we have you to live and die."

"Mr. Zhou, are you doing too much?"

The white monk looked at the corpse of his companion who was miserable on the ground, and a chill spread all over his body, why did this god-like guy in front of him shoot so ferociously?

Although, he and the others originally wanted to trouble him, but such a big casualty and such a miserable appearance still made him a little frightened, if he didn't insist on coming over, maybe these former partners and cowardly companions would not have died so miserably.

"Absolutely? If I fall into your hands, I may be worse off than these people. Zhou Chen replied coldly, and was about to do it again after speaking, but he heard the white monk say: "Mr. Zhou, if you kill me, aren't you afraid of provoking an enemy that even you can't resist?" ”

Zhou Chen stopped the hand he was about to wave, and couldn't help but say with interest: "Could it be that there are people over there who are better than me?" ”

"Hehe, Mr. Zhou, don't forget, since we can create these people, then you said that it is a matter of course to get people who are stronger than you?" The white man involuntarily stepped back.

"Haha, so what?"

"Aren't you afraid that they will come to your door when the time comes?"

"Anyway, all I know now is that I can kill you, but you can't kill me."

"That's it, let's sit down the poor monk."

As the white monk spoke, he sat on the ground, closed his eyes solemnly, and recited the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, and after a while, the sound disappeared, as if he had been cut off by life, and the sound of the Buddha that was still ringing in his ears just now suddenly stopped.

"Dead?"

Zhou Chen walked to the side of the white monk who looked like a Buddha statue with deep curiosity, and reached out to probe the nostrils of the white monk, and found that he was indeed no breathing, and the arteries in his neck were no longer beating.

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost!"

"Pounce!"

Zhou Chen suddenly probed with his long sword and directly pierced the heart of the white monk, and the white monk, who had no breathing and heartbeat, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Chen in disbelief, and then he was kicked out by Zhou Chen, rolled on the ground a few times, and then stopped moving.

"Hiss!"

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

A brilliant fiery red light shot into the sky, then exploded like fireworks, and a strange and hideous skull appeared in the air for several minutes before disappearing.

Zhou Chen squinted at the blue sky and was stunned, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but after half a sound, Zhou Chen put away the long sword above his head, and then didn't look at the messy valley on the ground, shook off his feet and walked outside.

Those soldiers who had been sent by A Qimeng to take care of the white monks here to take care of their daily lives, just when Zhou Chen flashed out of the sky, they knew that something big was wrong, and those people didn't even think about it, they turned around and ran frantically into the nearby mountains, just showing a frightened eye, holding a telescope from a distance and carefully observing everything that happened in the small valley.