Chengxin also came out of Weiyang Palace, and no nobleman has ever seen it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Yang Gonggong grew up, and he followed the bold Yanran for a few years. I hate this kind of street attack on the people.

As soon as he leaned over, Cheng Xin's hand had an extra short knife, which was the hundred refining short knife created by Yan Ming. His feet and waist jumped vigorously, the soles of his feet stomped on the ground, and the whole person turned into a meteor and jumped into the air.

The man on the horse was also a person who had practiced kung fu, and when he saw someone coming, he hurriedly pulled it, and the whole horse came to a sudden stop, and let out a strong neighing sound, and the tall horse man stood up.

With this kung fu, Yan Ming had already picked up the little girl and rushed to the side directly.

"Get out!" The knight on the horse let out a snort, and the whip shadow in his hand rolled towards the figure in the air like a poisonous dragon.

"Bang!" Chengxin's feet were linked, and he directly kicked the knight wielding the long whip and flew out. At the same time, he grabbed the horse's neck with one hand, and the short knife in his hand sneered into the horse's neck, and with the help of the force, he actually cut off the horse's head.

The horse's body was large, and the horse's blood was splashed high. The horse, having lost its head, spun around in a few circles, and finally bent its knees and fell to the ground.

"Rack!"

"Protect Childe!"

"Where did Diao Min come from, he dared to disturb our son's Yaxing."

With a roar, a group of people rushed out of the corner, each on a tall horse. Looks unkind.

The person who was originally kicked down by Chengxin stood up with a humming chirp at this time. Yan Ming glanced at it and couldn't help but sigh. The culprit looked like he was no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, with long eyebrows and clear eyes, and two footprints clearly printed on his milky white robe, which was exactly what Cheng Xin was.

"Hmph, anyone dares to bully this son. Even this small people in the market dare to attack this son. Come on, cut them down for me! The child's temper is hot, and after seeing the helper coming, he was even more arrogant and wanted to cut Yan Ming and Chengxin down the street.

Yan Ming was slightly stunned for a moment, even the emperor couldn't cut people down on the street. This guy is so bold, who is the backer?

"No!" The man who followed answered and pounced like a hungry wolf.

Looking at these knights, Yan Ming couldn't help but sigh. Their horsemanship is not as good as that of the cavalry of Mo Nan Xiao Wang Dugal.

Yan Ming, who had experienced the battle of life and death, believed that he could overthrow these dozen people as long as he led four recruits from the Hu Cavalry Captain Army. But now that only Chengxin is by his side, it is a fool's dream to overthrow these dozen people.

"Chengxin, can you take them over?" Yan Ming asked.

"Try it!" It was also the first time for Cheng Xin to face so many people, and he nervously held the short knife and protected Yan Ming first.

"Boy, I beat my son-in-law, I really don't want to live. didn't ask about the origin, and dared to do it indiscriminately. The leader scolded as he picked up his whip and rolled towards Cheng Xin and Yan Ming. The group of people behind him also unceremoniously took out sticks and other things and hit them.

"Bang!" Just when Yan Ming and Cheng Xin were about to fight back, suddenly, a pale yellow figure appeared on the street, and this person was a monk.

"Fuck, monk!" Yan Ming's heart shook. It stands to reason that at this time, Buddhism had not yet begun to be introduced to the Han Dynasty. The appearance of a monk on the streets of Chang'an is a completely illogical thing.

As soon as the monk appeared, the combat power he showed was extraordinary. He smashed it with a punch, not at a man, but at a horse. Just one punch killed the horse under the fist.

"Bang bang bang-" The yellow shadow flickered, and the monk was like a spinning top, interspersed in the middle of this group of people, punching one by one, killing everyone's war horses to the ground.

A few of those who jumped off the war horse were also slapped in the face by the monk, fell to the ground, covered their faces, screamed, and couldn't stand up at all.

"Demons, bald demons!" When a group of followers brought by the young man saw the bald monk, they obviously didn't know him, and they shouted loudly, calling the monk a demon.

"Haha-stupid-" The monk laughed wildly, his steps were strange, and his body was like a huge bat, and everyone was shocked by his momentum and couldn't stop retreating.

In the end, it turned out to be a circle of monks who couldn't stop and surrounded everyone in the middle. One person surrounded more than a dozen thugs, and the monk's kung fu can be seen.

"Demon, this is a demon!" The crowd shouted in fear.

Psychology, the victory or loss of the war depends on the momentum, that is a psychology. Now more than a dozen people are surrounded by the monk, among which there are factors of the monk's martial arts, and there are also people who are afraid and dare not resist.

In Yan Ming's eyes, the normal monk's dress is an extremely strange existence among all Han people. Especially on the monk's bright head, there are obvious nine ring scars, which looks even more weird.

"Mida Buddha, no matter how honest you are, our family is going to be a killer!" The monk roared angrily, and there was no Buddha nature in his voice, but there was a reckless breath of mountains and grasses.

"Master, you are a senior master, why bother with a group of street gangsters. Let them go for the rest of their lives! Yan Ming didn't hate Buddhism, and he also had a good impression of monks, so he couldn't help but smile and say.

"Hmm!" The great monk looked surprised, and immediately looked back at Yan Ming. In the Han Dynasty, where he appeared, everyone thought he was an anomaly, and no one ever knew his identity. But Yan Ming revealed his origin with a single word.

Monks, in this era, are a scarce species.

"Die!" Among the young man's followers, the leader saw the monk stunned and turned around, and immediately picked up a wooden stick and smashed it at the monk's bare head.

"Smack!" I didn't see how the monk behaved, but when he stretched out and took it, he had already snatched the wooden stick from his hand, and with a round of his hand, he opened his head with a big hole, and blood flowed for a long time.

"Whew, the demon has killed someone!" Everyone shouted, but the monk didn't even look at them and walked towards Yan Ming.

"Little donor, do you know the origin of the poor monk?" The monk folded his hands and stood three steps away from Yan Ming, with Cheng Xin in between.

"Great monk, you are very handsome in kung fu. It's a pity that the great monk has to keep the precepts, otherwise he can find a restaurant and have a lot of fun! Yan Ming smiled.

The great monk scratched his bare head and laughed: "The great monk originally kept the rules and precepts. It can be seen that Yan Hou has forgotten these precepts and rules. Today, Yanhou owes the monk a favor, and when the time comes, the monk will come to ask for this favor. ”

The monk said these words, stomped his feet, pulled up the whole person, stepped on the roof of the street, and disappeared in the layers of houses with a gust of wind.

Yan Ming was stunned now, more stunned than the monk who had just been identified by himself. He couldn't figure out how the monk knew that he was Maoling Hou Yanming!