What the? This old monk is too despicable!

Seeing An Deuterium Fu being beaten and vomiting blood, the heroes immediately quit, competing in martial arts, this is a dead hand, could it be that this old monk is taking revenge?

The old monk Huiming also stood on the spot, looking at An Yufu who fell to the ground and struggled to get up, and asked in a low voice, "Why?" ”

An Defu had blood at the corner of his mouth, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his right hand that could still move, and smiled: "You are right, I, An Defu, am not ungrateful."

In the final analysis, all my skills are given by Shaolin, and I simply make a decision today, I don't owe you anything. ”

"You don't owe us Shaolin for a long time." The old monk Huiming's face was bitter.

"Whether I owe or not is not in the eyes of outsiders, but only in my own heart.

I don't intend to be the best in the world, and I'm just going to be angry for my master Tan Zong.

Master has worked hard for Shaolin all his life, even if he becomes a sick patient, he is also a hero of Shaolin.

But you old monks are too cold-blooded and ruthless, I went to ask you to get some medicinal materials to save your life, but you refused, and said that the master had harmed Shaolin.

If it weren't for Master's deathbed wish that I would not hold a grudge against Shaolin, would you think you would be able to go out safely this time?

Old monk Huiming, you are the pillar of Shaolin, although I don't know why you are bent on joining the war, but you have sheltered a group of scum, so you can't escape the responsibility.

I can't kill you today, but with my battle, it's already delusional for you to want to be the first again. ”

After An Yufu finished speaking, he saluted Bai Fan respectfully, laughed and turned away, and a figure behind Bai Fan immediately dodged and chased after him.

A group of old monks in Shaolin looked at it with tears in their eyes, "Shaft, so insidious and cunning, damn it!" ”

Abbot Tan Zhi turned around and shouted angrily: "Enough, did he do something wrong? If I also have such a disciple, I should also smile at Jiuquan, what you did to Sect Tan's disciple, wouldn't you be sorry? Do you still have the face to serve the Buddha? ”

A group of old monks all looked down at the ground, each chanting the Buddha's name and not daring to speak, and some of them had flashing eyes and scolded in their hearts. Lao Tzu doesn't believe in Shaolin, you don't know these things at all? What kind of good guy to pretend?

The old monk Huiming felt himself, his family knew his own family affairs, and he did it again if the internal injury was not good, and he was injured for the second time, and there were three opponents who were the same era as him, and it was basically impossible for him to fight continuously at this time.

A moment later, the little monk Lingzhen pulled An Yufu, who was injured, to Bai Fan.

"Master, Brother An was seriously injured, now that his master is gone, no one cares about him, you have good skills, show him quickly, you see that his left arm is about to fall off."

Lingzhen cared so much about himself, An Yufu was moved in his heart, but he always felt embarrassed in the face of Lantian Hou, so he looked at Bai Fan without saying anything.

Bai Fan snorted coldly: "What does it have to do with you whether he dies or not?" People have great skills, they always like to exchange injuries for injuries, last time they almost broke their muscles and veins, and this time they don't want arms, what are you doing?

The parents of the body are affected by the skin, and a person himself does not know how to take care of his body, even if he is saved thousands of times, it is in vain. ”

But......

Lingzhen wanted to say more, but An Deuterium Fu stretched out his hand and pulled it back, "Brother Xian, don't do it again, what Hou Ye said is right, it's my own fault, I don't dare to bother Hou Ye's noble body, so I'll leave next." ”

"Stop, is your temper quite stubborn?

Who are you and I Bai Fan? I'm the one who loves my disciple the most, and since Lingzhen has spoken, your arm can't fall off even if you want to lose it today. ”

Bai Fan drank An Deuterifu, didn't give him a chance to speak, dodged up, and started directly, An Deuterine was smashed by the old monk Huiming The bone on his shoulder was broken, fortunately, the old monk showed mercy, otherwise if he really cut off the broken arm, it would be really difficult to do.

A bit of action can only control An Yufu's injury, "Don't use your left arm for the time being, wait until you go down the mountain to give you a medicine to heal, and it will be fine in January."

As for your internal injuries, the Shaolin Yijin Sutra itself is a healing skill, so carry your own internal force to heal it. ”

An Yufu also knew what was wrong, and bowed to Bai Fan again and said, "Thank you Lord Hou for your kindness." ”

Hearing this, Bai Fan snorted coldly, "What do you call me?" Hmph, my book of love at the bottom of the box seems to have been fed to the dogs. ”

An Yufu didn't dare to be stubborn anymore when he was scolded, so he could only stubbornly say: "Thank you, Master Bai." ”

Although it was only a half-master gift, he finally understood the distance and proximity, and only afterwards did he remember such a sentence, it turned out that Bai Fan had said that his favorite apprentice was to himself.

Many heroes were also distracted and concerned about Bai Fan's side, and when they heard Bai Fan say that the Shaolin Yijin Sutra was a healing book, they immediately thought again, after all, the two great treasures of Shaolin are now a big road goods, and they can be bought for two taels of silver on the roadside, although it is difficult to practice, but for the word healing, it is also worth studying hard.

The old monk Huiming was bitter in his heart, but for his own goal, he could only hold on.

The old man Xia Yinsha on the sidelines spoke: "Zen Master Huiming, go down and rest for a day or two, you have already fought a battle, although the old man wants to learn from his old friends, but he also does not want to take advantage of the danger of others." ”

"Poor Dao doesn't have this habit, go down to recuperate, and when you have rested enough, Poor Dao is just letting you see the Dao Sect." Wang Yuanzhi snorted coldly.

"Poor people don't bully the wounded." Jin Xia's real person is obviously a style that doesn't talk much.

In this way, Sun Wuji of the Shenwu Sect was left in the field.

Sun Wuji looked at the monk Huiming who had not yet ended, and then looked up at the few old-timers around him, and after weighing it in his heart, he looked a little speechless and stopped.

The group of heroes saw that his face was flushed, and they all felt funny, it was really not easy to make a man with five big and three thick men so deflated.

"Master Sun, you don't even have to bully the injured, this is a loss." Someone coaxed.

I......

"What's that? Anyway, the monk of Shaolin is not a good person, doesn't he want to fight for the first place in the world? Then you will have to defeat you all one by one, and you won't be able to pass this hurdle sooner or later. ”

Obviously, this passerby A has a relationship with Shaolin.

Abbot Tan Zhi looked at the performance of the people in the martial arts, and his heart was slightly cold, the reputation of Shaolin has been damaged to the extreme, and he doesn't know how many years it will take to regain his reputation.

That Sun Wuji endured for a long time and said, "I, I don't have the habit of bullying the injured.

But I only have the ultimate cultivation, these seniors don't need to look at it to know that they are peerless masters, I can't beat any of them, but admitting defeat is not my style, this Zen master is injured and his strength is damaged, maybe it can make me find some confidence in front of the peerless master......"

After Sun Wuji finished speaking, the heroes had not responded, and the old monk of Shaolin Huiming was already angry: "Okay, sure enough, it is a hero who is a young man, and the old man has not performed the rivers and lakes for decades, but he didn't expect to be forgotten so far?"

Although I was injured, but peerless is peerless, if you let a peerless person defeat, I will turn around and leave today, and there will be no need to talk about any sword. ”

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