The black-clothed monk nodded, "Yes, it's just ......" He suddenly pointed to Ding Chunqiu, who was hiding in the shed, and said, "Brother rescued this old monster from Shaolin, but it was not appropriate!" ”

"Oh?" The gray-clothed monk was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "You and I are stealing Shaolin martial arts, do you still want to pretend to be a chivalrous Taoist?" ”

The black-clothed monk glared, "Although the old man is not a good thing, he can still distinguish between good and evil." ”

The gray-clothed monk's eyes narrowed, "What? Do you really want to 'punish adultery and eliminate evil'? ”

The black-clothed monk said coldly: "My brother and I have never known each other, and we can't talk about grudges, but this old monster has killed countless people, you rescued him, I don't know how many people you want to kill, you don't know how many people you want to kill, you don't meet in the next place, you meet it, but you can't ignore it!" ”

"Hahaha......" The gray-clothed monk suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, he pointed at the black-clothed monk: "You steal Shaolin martial arts, if Shaolin knows, you will be arrested, hehe, now you are here to help Shaolin, I really don't know what to do!" ”

The black-clothed monk was unmoved, shook his monk's robe and said: "One yard is one yard, the old man has a blood feud with Shaolin, that is also a matter between the old man and Shaolin, no one can stop the old man today, and the old monster Ding must not escape!" As he spoke, his robe swelled.

The gray-clothed monk sneered again and again, "I want to see what your Excellency is capable of!" "It's also a bulging monk's robe, and the dark luck is inside.

The confrontation between the two peerless masters was imminent, and Murong Fu actually felt that the atmosphere was very depressing, but he also lightly walked behind the gray-clothed monk, and pulled out his long sword and said: "Help the seniors below!" ”

The black-clothed monk glanced at this young descendant who didn't know the height of the sky, and the corner of his mouth sneered, but it was hidden behind a mask, and no one saw it.

The gray-clothed monk smiled at the black-clothed monk and said: "Your Excellency, you and I were originally equal in martial arts, but now the old man has help, hehe, this young man doesn't look at him young, but his martial arts are also first-class." ”

The black-clothed monk seemed to unexpectedly glance at Murong Fu again, and his cold eagle eyes made Murong Fu's heart furious. Just listen to him: "Yes, it is indeed a first-class player." ”

The gray-clothed monk held it in his chest and said, "Then Your Excellency, we will fight, who will have a better chance of winning?" ”

The black-clothed monk had a chill in his eyes, and said disdainfully: "Brother wants to win more?" ”

The gray-clothed monk said as a matter of course: "Yes, the king is the king and the loser, but the old man will not care about the details." ”

"Good, good, good!" The black-clothed monk said loudly: "Brother is not a bright and upright man!" ”

The gray-clothed monk snorted and sneered twice, "Do you want to fight your Excellency?" ”

"Hit! Why not fight? The black-clothed monk glared and shouted, "A mere doll can scare me?" ”

"You ......" Murong Fu was angry by what he said, but as soon as he touched the other party's eyes, he felt like he was being looked at by a vulture, although he would be bitten off a piece of flesh from time to time.

A trace of inadvertent fear flashed in the gray-clothed monk's eyes, as if he remembered something, and his heart moved.

No one made the first move, and the three of them stood silently. Just wait for the other party to make the first move.

Ding Chunqiu hid behind a large water tank in the shed and watched, frightened and inexplicable: what a strong start! These two people are not opponents even if they have not lost their skills, but what they are good at is using poison.

However, ten percent of one's internal strength has been dissipated ninety and a half, and the remaining trace is only enough to survive, and without internal force suppression, how can he still practice with poison?

He thought to himself in his heart: It seems that he still has to recover his strength first, thinking of this, he can't help but secretly rejoice, although his strength is lost, but the dantian meridians are not damaged......

"Zizizi~~~" The rabbit meat that was roasting made the sound of oil being burned, and the fragrance came. Murong Fu couldn't help but move his Adam's apple, and his stomach couldn't help but "coo~". He suddenly felt extremely embarrassed.

The black-clothed monk laughed, and the gray-clothed monk only felt a row of black lines pull down in his head.

The atmosphere was relaxed, and the black-clothed monk suddenly took a step, turned his hands into claws, and was about to attack the other party, "In this case, let's fight quickly!" ”

The gray-clothed monk also moved coldly, hiding his hand in his sleeve, and attacking forward with his sleeve.

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment before raising his sword from the side to attack.

Just as he was about to meet in a short battle, suddenly on the Shaomu Mountain in the distance, a "hahaha......" laughter came, and the breath was far-reaching and long.

When the two approached, they suddenly stopped at the same time and jumped back. Murong couldn't recover it, and a sword had already stabbed at the black-clothed monk's left ribs, if it was stabbed, it would inevitably penetrate the heart from the side.

The sword was fast and fast, and a trace of appreciation flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed monk, but he just grabbed it casually and twisted it, and with a bang, the long sword was broken.

He held half of the sword body and waved it casually with disdain, "The kid's swordsmanship is good, but it's a pity that his skills are far behind." ”

Murong Fu held the broken sword and listened to the other party's humiliation, ashamed and ashamed.

The gray-clothed monk secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a deep voice: "What are you doing in a daze, don't you come over quickly?" ”

Murong Fu woke up in shock and walked to the gray-clothed monk, who glanced at him and said, "Why don't you hurry up and thank your seniors for their mercy?" ”

Murong threw away his long sword with hatred, clenched his fists and said to the black-clothed monk: "Thank you seniors for showing mercy." ”

The black-clothed monk snorted and ignored him.

This is a fat monk in a yellow robe in the north who is smiling and singing, and his figure is fluttering.

In the blink of an eye, he stood aside and formed a three-legged position. Put his hands together and say, "The two donors are polite to the poor monks." ”

He bowed his eyebrows, but there was a breath of energy. He doesn't look to be in his fifties, and his internal strength is actually quite extraordinary.

The two gray and black monks were both shocked, and couldn't help but glance at each other, how could Shaolin still have such a master? I really have never met it! The two of them silently exercised their magic skills and resisted their strength.

Murong Fu took a few steps back to avoid it.

The black-clothed monk said: "The master is so powerful. The gray-clothed monk also smiled: "I just don't know the master's name." ”

"Amitabha~" The yellow-clothed monk had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, his face was full of red light, and he exhaled the Buddha's name: "Why are the two of them masked, so difficult that they dare not show their true faces?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he was stared at by two cold eyes, he smiled, and whispered the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, Amitabha......"

The gray-clothed monk said, "What? The master is also coming to do one? ”

The yellow-clothed monk didn't even dare to say that he wanted to catch the escaped Ding Lao Monster, hoping that the two donors would make it convenient.

The black-clothed monk snorted and sneered twice when he heard this, and looked at the gray-clothed monk.

The gray-clothed monk shrank his eyeholes and said in his heart: Two against two? It's just that this monk's kung fu is very powerful, and Murong Fu is definitely not an opponent. In an instant, the decision was made that he could not do anything about it.

I saw him laugh loudly and said, "The master is so clumsy, he only saw Ding Chunqiu, didn't he see anything else?" ”

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