Chapter 50: Wanshan Town

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Surrounded by more than a dozen people, the big monk was not afraid at all in the murderous atmosphere, and his hand was stuffed into his arms again, and he took out a chicken leg to gnaw on, and asked: "How about Han boy, do you change a chicken leg for a person?" ā€

Han Hao didn't take these people to heart, squinted his eyes and said: "Deal, when the great monk can't do it, don't put your life in for the sake of chicken legs." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

Hu Wei was not lightly angered by the two, he was too arrogant, and he dared to compare them to chicken legs when he was surrounded by the group, looked at the great monk, and said: "Since the monk is looking for death, then I will fulfill you and send you to see the Buddha." ā€

"Up"

More than a dozen martial artists had swords in their hands shining with cold light, and they all rushed towards the great monk, actually saying that they were only worth a chicken leg, and they naturally held back their anger in their hearts.

Han Hao covered Wei Li and took a few steps back, and distanced himself from the great monk, seeing the calm appearance of the great monk, he also wanted to see if the great monk really had some kung fu, in case he couldn't resist himself and was not too late to make a move.

"It's a good move, but it's a pity that the cut is in the wrong place"

"It's so dangerous, I almost stabbed the monk"

The great monk in the field was like a ghost, constantly shuttling through the crowd, but those martial artists never touched him with swords, like loaches, sliding past everyone, gnawing chicken legs in their mouths, and saying cool words, all the martial artists had crooked noses.

Suddenly, the left and right front roads were blocked, and there were martial artists on the left and right sides stabbing with knives, seeing that there was no way to escape, the martial artists were shocked, and they increased their strength with a sneer, wanting to stab the monk through the heart.

"Ahh

Wei Li's nervous palms were sweating, and he didn't know if the great monk could avoid it.

The great monk looked at the chicken leg in his hand with some distress, sighed, and suddenly smashed the chicken leg to the person on the left with reluctance, the chicken leg hit him in the face, and the footsteps braked violently, and the monk reflexively kicked the wrist of the person on the right, and the huge pain made the person let go of his hand and fell to the ground.

"Waste of monk chicken legs, should be beaten"

The great monk picked up the handle of the knife with his feet, held the knife in his hand, and fought with the martial artists, although the martial arts knife was deadly, but the monk coped with it with ease, and looked at one after another with the back of the knife.

Han Hao could see that the monk had not gone all his way, and had already won four or five swords in a row, and the monk's knife was very slippery, and the afterimage of the knife flickered, if the frontal blade was used, I am afraid that the martial artist would be almost dead at this time.

It seems that he has picked up a treasure, and now it is the season of employing people, with a great monk, then there is a coach in the beggar's door, and it is suitable for him to teach with the cultivation of the great monk.

Just when Han Hao's thoughts were wandering, in the venue of Nuoda, the martial artists were already lying on the ground, some holding their arms, some holding their thighs, and some rubbing their buttocks, screaming continuously, after all, they were monks, and the monks did not hurt anyone's life.

After solving the last martial artist, the great monk hooked his finger towards Hu Wei and said, "It's your turn, come on, don't rub it off, I haven't enjoyed it yet, monk." ā€

Hu Wei turned his head to look at the martial artists all over the ground, and for a while he couldn't believe that the martial artists who had been selected by thousands of people, and the kung fu of half a cup of tea, was beaten by this monk who came out of nowhere, and he had no power to fight back, and Han Hao's kid didn't even move a finger.

"Great monk, our Qinglong Gang has no grudge against you, why do you want to stand up for Han Hao? Do you want silver? ā€

According to the report of his subordinates, there was no monk in the beggar gate, and Han Hao was still two people when he came out, so it is very likely that this monk only met Han Hao for a day or two, and the relationship must not be deep.

"Silver?"

The big monk shook his head and said with a smile: "The poor monk is a monk, what is the use of silver, he is satisfied with food and shelter, I said that you still can't fight." ā€

Hu Wei wanted to scold, all the people brought by Lao Tzu were put down by you, and they were beaten up. Forced to hold back his anger and said: "Master, my Qinglong Gang has always respected the monks, and our gang leader is adding thousands of taels of sesame oil money every year, the master master's martial arts are so good, if you are willing to go to the Qinglong Gang as a guest, the helper will definitely be treated as a guest, and the delicacies of the mountains and seas will be selected by the master, I don't know what the master wants?" ā€

"Exempt"

The great monk waved his hand and said: "From your words and deeds just now, you can see the temperament of the Qinglong Gang, monk, I naturally will not be in the same stream with you." ā€

Wei Li giggled and said, "Someone is digging into your corner." ā€

Han Hao tilted his head and said, "If someone robs you, it is called digging the foot of the wall, and the great monk does not count." ā€

"Hate" Wei Li glanced at him, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Hu Wei was just holding on to the idea of luck, knowing that there was little chance of persuading the great monk, so at this time, where did he care about the martial artist lying on the ground, and turned around and ran away like a lost dog.

"Stop"

Han Hao shouted.

Hu Wei didn't dare to run, stopped, turned around and said: "Master Hanmen, this time we admit it, we don't have to rush to kill it." ā€

Han Hao said coldly: "Go back and tell Liu Zhen that if there is one less disciple in the beggar sect, I will definitely wash the Qinglong Gang in blood when I go back." ā€

"I'll bring the words," Hu Wei finished speaking, and prepared to leave again.

"Take your people away"

The big monk threw away the big knife in his hand and said with a smile: "Han boy, I owe the monk thirteen chicken legs, remember." ā€

Han Hao changed his smiling face like a spring breeze, and said, "What thirteen chicken legs, since you follow me, the great monk, you will have enough chicken legs in the future, and you can eat as much as you want." ā€

The big monk was stunned, looked at Han Hao suspiciously, how did this kid change his sex, and asked with slanted eyes: "You kid is smiling so obscenely, saying, what are you thinking about beating the monk." ā€

"Great monk, what you say is out of sight, let's talk about these hurtful feelings, I think so, when the Yangzhou matter is over, go to my beggar's door, I plan to give you a head teacher, and I will be responsible for training beggar disciples in the future, how about it."

"I know you kid didn't have a good heart"

The big monk rolled his eyes and said, "Don't do it, I'm used to being a monk, and I'm not interested in doing any bullshit." ā€

"Hmph, from then on, every meal of porridge will be served with pickles, and I don't like to eat it."

"Haha...... Han boy, you belong to a dog, this is changing too fast."

The two bargained along the way, and in the end, the great monk couldn't stand it, so he promised to come down and have time to guide them.

When passing through the next market town, the big monk shouted that he couldn't walk, so Han Hao had to hire a carriage, looking at the monk leaning on the carriage, looking at the look of enjoyment, Han Hao was also drunk, but with the carriage, the speed was indeed much faster.

Four days later, we arrived in Wanshan Town.

After entering the town, Han Hao was extra careful, Wanshan Town was only a few dozen miles away from the Erli River, the last time the Heavenly Wolf Gang suffered such a big loss, Xie Kun must hate him to the bone, if he was discovered, he would definitely come out.

Looking at everything familiar in the city, Wei Li was a little sad, she was wearing a hat on her head at this time, which Han Hao specially prepared for her.