When he came to a slightly larger warehouse, he saw dozens of corpses lying on the ground, Xia Hou's heart was dripping blood, so many heads were sacrificed in vain.

There were dozens of people fighting in the warehouse, one side had uniform clothes and weapons, and that was the group of Taoist priests, there were about twenty people.

The opposing side was dressed differently, and there were all kinds of characters, twenty or thirty people.

Now the scene is almost evenly matched, one side falls, and the other side will almost follow suit.

This can't be done, this kind of lose-lose style of play, in the end, I will suffer!

Even if they split the winner, there won't be many people left on the winning side, and their mission will be in jeopardy.

Unable to think of any way to make them stop, Xia Hou gritted his teeth and rushed out.

Xiahou came to their battlefield and shouted: "Amitabha, Xiahou Ba, who is in the line, is from Shaolin Temple, and the family teacher presides over the abbot. Passing by your land today, I see that everyone is also no grudge and no hatred, why bother to do it, everyone listen to me, stop it, if you have something to say, sit down and talk, why fight life and death, and make more killings? ”

The man who was fighting in the middle saw a fake monk who was not a bald donkey coming out to make trouble, ignored him, and continued to fight with his opponent.

I didn't expect the name of Shaolin Temple to be bad here, no one listened to him, no one stopped to solve the contradiction with his mouth, and still spoke with a sword.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, and his mouth was not good, so he could only do it, Xia Hou had no choice but to rush into the battlefield, grab a long sword that had just stabbed into the person lying on the ground with one hand, and save his life.

"Thank you Shaoxia, ah no, thank you Xiahou Xing." The man on the ground saw that Xia Hou grabbed the long sword that was piercing into his chest and saved his life in time, so he hurriedly thanked him.

Xia Hou grabbed the long sword with one hand, and slashed the other party's wrist with the long sword in his hand with the other, the other party let go of his hand in pain, and Xia Hou took the opportunity to take his sword and put it in the package.

After confiscating the other party's weapons, Xiahou didn't forget to say: "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, the donor's killing intention is too heavy, it's not good, it's not good, it's not good, Amitabha." ”

Since no one listened to him, Xiahou had no choice but to collect their weapons, which could reduce the lethality and casualties.

Seeing that his opponent had no weapon, the man lying on the ground quickly got up and slashed at him with the knife in his hand.

Xiahou was caught off guard, he didn't expect the person lying on the ground to react so quickly.

And his opponent, the Taoist priest was focusing on Xia Hou, thinking that Xia Hou was the biggest enemy now, and he was defenseless against the person lying on the ground, which gave the person with the knife an opportunity, and he who had the upper hand just now was in danger of his life.

Xia Hou had no chance to stop him, so he had to push the Taoist priest, block the knife with his back, and save the Taoist priest.

"Xiahou Xing, I didn't mean to." The man with the knife was stunned, he didn't want to take revenge, he didn't want to kill Xiahou, he really didn't want to, it was all an accident.

Xiahou didn't care what he said, turned around and punched him in the face, snatched his knife, put it in the package, and said earnestly by the way: "Donor, spare people's lives, win the seventh-level floating slaughter, Amitabha." ”

After collecting their weapons, Xiahou gave the Taoist priest who was about to pounce on him and walked towards the next pair of fighters.

After the two people who had their weapons confiscated saw Xiahou leaving, they glanced at each other, and for the first time reached the same opinion that the man was sick, so they came together again and fought.

While persuading Xiahou to fight, he collected the weapons in their hands, and soon, without Xiahou walking over, the people around him attacked Xiahou together.

It's hard to be a good person!

Xiahou lamented in his heart: I came to persuade you to fight, and indirectly saved your life, why did you all come to beat me, this is your attitude towards your benefactor?

Xiahou relied on his invulnerability, slashing their arms and thighs with the Tempest Swift Sword, and confiscating their weapons if he had the chance.

"Where did you come from, madman, come here to make trouble, this fight is depressing!" There was a Jianghu clan who had no weapons and smashed his fist against the Taoist priest opposite.

"Don't rely on the ability to be invulnerable, the Taoist master is afraid of you, look at the dart." An obscene-looking Taoist priest said.

"It's funny, Xiahou Xing has the Shaolin stunt "King Kong is not bad", how can he look at your little poison dart?" A Jianghu man said.

"Xiahou Xing has the ability to fight us with his real skills, is it embarrassing to bully us with "King Kong's Incorruptible Body"?" A man who was robbed of the heirloom sword by Xiahou said.

"Come on, as long as Xiahou Xing can touch me, I won't fight and go home to plant sweet potatoes." Said a man in an official uniform with high agility.

"Everyone, this person has a Qiankun bag, the treasure of the fairy family!" A well-informed person saw that Xia Hou kept collecting weapons, but as soon as they reached his hand, they disappeared, so he reacted and encouraged everyone to grab them.

Listening to his words, another person said fearlessly: "Yes, maybe he has Shaolin cheats on him, maybe "King Kong is not bad" is on him." ”

Soon, a group of people besieging him gathered around Xiahou, including Taoist priests and Jianghu people, forgetting hatred, regardless of each other, cooperating with each other, and attacking Xiahou together.

Soon they found that Xia Hou had no other skills except for his invulnerability, which made him a good sword, and he only hurt people, not killing, so he didn't have to worry about his life, so he could grab it with confidence.

Such a good person and fat sheep are rare in the world, who else can you rob if you don't rob him?

"Donor, please respect yourself!" Xia Hou grabbed the hand stretched out into his arms and said indignantly.

Why don't you come out and persuade you to fight, you have become their public enemy, and you can't bully yourself if you think you're really good?

"Let's go together, I'll hold him!" A Jianghu clan took advantage of Xiahou's not being attacked, sneaked up from behind, and hugged Xiahou.

As soon as the others saw this opportunity, they all gathered around, stretched out their hands and feet, and touched Xia Hou's body, even if they couldn't find the Qiankun bag, it would be good to find something else.

Soon everyone gathered around Xiahou, among which Xiahou was a Taoist priest on the left, and Jianghu people were on the right, those without weapons were in front, and those with weapons were on the periphery.

Xiahou was angry: "Don't go too far, the Buddha still has a time when he is angry, today...... Amitabha, the Great Day Nyorai Mantra, Seal! ”

As soon as the words fell, within three meters of Xiahou, both Taoist priests and Jianghu people were frozen.

After they were fixed, Xia Hou immediately quickly dispatched his hands to snatch out the weapons in the hands of the people around him, the money and jewelry in his arms, and put them into his package.

Xiahou also said while taking it: "You are too much, Amitabha. These are murder weapons, today the little monk confiscated them, I hope you have no tools to do evil, he can change the evil and return to the right, abandon the evil and follow the good, Amitabha. ”

After saying that, he snatched the ancestral heirloom sword with a sharpness of +2 in the hand of one person and put it into his package.

"Money is something outside the body, and it is not brought with you in life or in death, so let me carry it for you now, Amitabha." Xia Hou took out a money bag from someone's arms and put it in his package.

"Why do you have so much gold, silver, and jewelry? I understand, you must have robbed the rich and local tyrants in the county, and created evil, these things are the source of all greed and sin in the world. Hey, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, I'll bear these sins for you, Amitabha. ”

In just 30 seconds, Xia Hou swept away the people around him, and when the mental lullaby was over, everyone was able to move, and everyone was furious.