That explosion was like thunder in this silent night, coupled with the fire that reflected the night sky, Hu Shizhu naturally saw it clearly, and his face changed when he saw the direction of the explosion.

"Wowha, instinctive monk, you can't help my bronze armor corpse, and my bronze armor corpse can't help you!"

Hu Shizhu suddenly snorted: "Youth is like a rushing river, and it is too late to say goodbye if you don't come back...... We are all so old, why should we still cling to the grievances and grievances of our youth?

"It is better to settle the grievances, not to settle them! Since you can't tell the winner today, let's stop here! Hopefully, when we meet again, we can be friends! ”

After saying the words, Hu Shizhu whistled, and the bronze armored corpse that was fighting with the instinct master immediately jumped out of the battle group.

Picking up Hu Shizhu and carrying it to his body, the bronze armored corpse turned around and ran, like a galloping horse, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

"Amitabha, Lord Hu Shi can get lost and know how to return, and the good is great!" The instinct master was quite relieved to hear Hu Shizhu say this, and gave him a voice with his hands folded: "Hu Shizhu, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!" ”

Although the master of instinct did not lose to the bronze armor corpse, he had no chance of winning, he was under a lot of pressure, and there was an explosion in the school, which was simply an aggravation of internal and external troubles, but he didn't expect Hu Shizhu to retreat like this, he couldn't help but secretly rejoice, internal and external troubles finally solved the external troubles first.

"You patrol the whole school, beware of night attacks!" After the instinct master hurriedly arranged, he rushed to the practice room.

The practice room is not an important place, but the little son of the Murong family is still there, if he is killed...... Thinking of this, the instinct master's face suddenly changed: Could it be that the tiger is leaving the mountain!

I'm an Amitabha!

The master of instinct didn't care about any master's demeanor, and he held his robe in both hands to reveal two small short legs.

As soon as the instinct master slipped through the smoke, he arrived at the door of the practice room, and just happened to run into Yuantong, who was carrying Han Xuetao's corpse, jumping off the roof.

"What's the situation?" The master of instinct was really anxious, and as soon as he arrived here, he found the stenching minced meat, which frightened the old monk Chrysanthemum: Murong Xiao Shi shouldn't really be bad for the poisoner, right?

"Uncle Instinct, Bala Bala Bala ......" Yuantong hurriedly explained everything he saw briefly and concisely.

But the instinct master didn't have the patience to listen to it at all, and when he saw that Yuantong didn't mention Murong Kunpeng in three sentences, he rushed into the practice room in a hurry.

If the little son of the Murong family dies here, he won't be able to tell, even if it has nothing to do with him, the Murong family will not give up.

There are 300 martial arts inheritances, and Mu Duan Li Huangjia is in the world!

The little son of the Murong family, the head of the martial arts family, died on the territory of the Shaolin faction, the head of the six major factions in China, which must be a major event that caused a sensation in the martial arts, and may even set off a bloody storm......

Amitabha Buddha was annoyed by him, and the instinct master rushed into the practice room with his heart hanging in his heart to see that Murong Kunpeng was still standing in place to practice at night, he couldn't help but be surprised and happy, and a little unbelievable.

Hurriedly and calmly listened to Murong Kunpeng's breathing, the instinct master was completely relieved.

Master Yuantong wanted to follow up, but Master Instinct had already withdrawn and unceremoniously blocked him from the door.

"Amitabha, Yuantong, don't panic and be frizzy, you don't look like a monk at all." The instinct master stabilized when he saw that Murong Kunpeng was fine, and calmly pressed his hand on Master Yuantong's shoulder: "What did you see just now, and tell me carefully for the old man." ”

Don't panic, be frizzy, don't look like a monk at all—isn't it you the one who rushed in before I finished speaking? Master Yuantong looked at him in surprise, although he had a lot of suspicions in his heart, he didn't dare to say anything, and honestly said the matter again from beginning to end.

"Good, good......" The instinct master frowned: "In this way, Hu Yaozong set up a plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, and personally lured us out of the school gate as bait.

"But he sent a disciple to do something, and it happened that a master helped destroy his iron-armored corpse, and Hu Yaozong retreated......"

"Uncle Instinct, who do you think it will be?" Master Yuantong agreed with the words of the Master of Instinct.

The person who can blow up the iron-armored corpse into minced meat with a "boom" must be a master, and the reason why no one thinks about grenades and grenades is mainly because only the iron-armored corpse is blown up.

How the do I know? The instinct master drooped his eyelids and said incomprehensibly: "The Buddha said, don't say it, don't say it......"

They are all enlightened monks, what kind of routine are you playing with me! Master Yuantong pursed his lips imperceptibly, and asked from a different angle: "Uncle Instinct, what do you think the plan of Sect Master Hu Yao came to our school?" ”

"Amitabha, look at all the sounds, like the wind passing through a tree. Looking at all realms, it is like clouds floating in the sky. The instinct master lifted his eyelids and glanced meaningfully at Master Yuantong: "Yuantong, you are in the picture!" ”

“…… Disciple obeys the teachings! Although he was criticized by the master of instinct, Master Yuantong quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, since it was not "unspeakable", it seems that the master of instinct knows about this.

It's good for the master of instinct to know, but what he is most afraid of is not knowing anything, and he can only be beaten passively......

……

It didn't take long for Yuanfang, Yuanhong and others to come to the practice room to report the situation to the Instinct Master - Yuanhong was the leprosy monk who peeked at Yuantong when Yuanfang peeked at him, and at an angle that Yuanfang couldn't see.

"Uncle Instinct, there is no condition in the dormitory building!"

"Uncle Instinct, everything is normal in the teaching building!"

"Uncle Instinct, the canteen is in order!"

After reporting in turn, the instinct master knew in his heart, and he waved his hand: "Good, good, you've been busy for half the night, you've all worked hard, go back and rest early, and you have to have morning exercises tomorrow......"

Yuantong, Yuanfang, and Yuanhong all dispersed, although it was definitely not a good night's sleep, but it was better than not sleeping at all.

The instinct master pondered for a moment, turned around and walked into the practice room, and did not disturb Murong Kunpeng, who was practicing, just sat on the ground next to him, his eyes were folded and his hands were folded, silently meditating and guarding him.

Jiang Hanxue wanted to boil the instinct master away, but she didn't expect that an hour had passed, and the instinct master did not move at all, as if he wanted to accompany her to fight until dawn, Jiang Hanxue hesitated again and again and pretended to let out a long breath of turbidity during the intermission, closed the formula and opened his eyes, just meeting the deep gaze of the instinct master.

"Master, how can you be a student, how dare you protect the Fa for me?" Jiang Hanxue felt the same love as Long Fengjiao for her from the instinct master, and her words were a little sincere:

"Please also ask the master to go back and rest early, the students can practice here by themselves, and if there is anything they don't understand, they will ask the master for advice tomorrow."

The Master of Instinct was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked thoughtlessly, "Little donor, how long has it been since you returned to the pigeon's nest?" ”