"Yes, Master."

The male disciple got up and went to Changde and asked Zhang Yifeng if he had a pos machine.

Zhang Yifeng said no, the man took out his mobile phone again, asked Zhang Yifeng's card number, and then transferred money directly to Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng checked the account, and then smiled.

"Boy, give me the beads."

The money was also transferred, just waiting for Zhang Yifeng to hand over the beads.

But Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said, "Put it here with me first, you have a life to survive, and then take it from me." ”

"Boy...... You look for death. ”

The male disciple's face turned cold, Zhang Yifeng actually dared to play with them.

Zhang Yifeng ignored the angry male disciple, but said towards Jueyuan: "The master still hasn't made a move?" ”

As soon as the voice fell, Jue Yuan's eyes suddenly opened, as if he was sleeping Arhat suddenly woke up, he recited the Buddha seal in his mouth, and his internal force suddenly came out wildly!

Rumble!

With a soft sound, all the stone tables and chairs around Jueyuan were lifted away, and a storm formed by internal forces appeared around it.

The storm is like a dragon, flying sand and rocks, and the momentum is terrifying.

The storm rolled up the sand and dust, and it actually formed a huge Buddha slap.

The Buddha's slap fell from the sky and landed in front of Zhang Yifeng.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang, bright red blood splattered everywhere, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Under the feet of Zhang Yifeng, a huge slap mark appeared, and in the mark, there was an extra corpse, and this corpse was naturally a male disciple.

His body was in tatters, and he was almost slapped into minced flesh by Jueyuan.

Quiet, the scene was unprecedentedly quiet, and at this moment, all the martial artists couldn't help but kneel on the ground, including Qi Lao!

The momentum of Jue Yuan just now was like an angry battle holy Buddha. The terrifying coercion made all the weak legs weak.

At that moment, Jueyuan was like the Buddha descending! Although his body was thin and weak, as if he was malnourished, at that moment, he had supreme divine might.

This is the ascetic monk of Nanlin Temple.

The practice of ascetics is the most bitter of all monks, and they often endure hunger and allow the wind and sun to bask the rainforest.

For example, lying on a bed covered with nails, walking on hot charcoal, and so on, they use this to exercise endurance and cultivate the Buddha's mind.

The ascetics do not live in the temple, do not wear robes, wear ragged clothes, and walk all over the world with a pair of stepping shoes.

Jueyuan's practice is just masculine, and at a glance he knows that he comes from orthodox Buddhism and is an orthodox ascetic.

"There was a huge slap just now, is that really angry?"

"Oh my God, what kind of cultivation is this monk, master!?"

The martial cultivator was extremely stunned, and he couldn't come back to his senses now.

Martial madman, can skillfully control the internal force, the internal force is invisible, flying leaves to kill, and it is easy to kill people in the air. And the master above the martial madman, turns the internal force into the true qi, cultivates the corresponding martial arts, and the true qi can show the corresponding form.

In fact, True Qi already belongs entirely to the category of Reiki.

This is known as the same path.

"I'll go, trust me so much."

Zhang Yifeng looked at the huge slap mark on the ground, and shook his head gently, he was the closest to the slap, just now the slap fell, the terrifying shock wave flew sand and stones, and the taste of the stones hitting him was not good at all. But Jueyuan seemed to believe that he could resist the shockwave, which is why he attacked so recklessly.

This monk is indeed not simple.

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell."

After killing the male disciple, Jue Yuan folded his hands and muttered. For Buddhists, if you kill someone, you have to go to hell, so if you don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell.

"Bald donkey! You dare to kill my disciple. ”

On the side, the poisonous old man's face was difficult to see, and Jue Yuan's strength was beyond everyone's expectations, his eyes rolled, and then he took out a small package from his arms and threw it into the air.

The package contained white powder, which spread out with the wind, and the warriors who were stained with the white powder fell to the ground at that time, their whole bodies were blue and purple, and in severe cases, they spat foam in their mouths, and kept convulsing, obviously not living long.

"It's not good, it's poisonous! Do not touch the powder, back off. ”

The rest of the people were shocked and hurriedly retreated.

"Giggles, it's too late to think about retreating now." The female apprentice Xiaohong's voice came, she didn't know when she was holding a rouge box in her hand, the box was opened, and a fragrance wafted out.

Those retreating cultivators only felt their limbs weak, and they all lay on the ground. The mixed poison that Zhang Yifeng noticed at the beginning was attacking, and the rouge smell was made from another herb.

"All of you will be buried with my dead brother, but rest assured, you can't die now, you just lost your strength. It's this bald donkey who should die now, actually killing my favorite brother. Bald donkey, this bit of poison may not help you, but this is just the beginning. ”

Xiaohong's expression became extremely cruel, and she threw five packets of poison powder at Jueyuan's side, each with a different color.

The strange thing is that the five poisonous powders are mixed with each other, and they actually form a grimace.

Five Poison Sect, Evil Ghost Poison!

Five kinds of poisons, complement each other, poisoned, the whole body festers, and there is no corpse in death.

Jueyuan was wrapped in poisonous powder, and he couldn't even see the shadow.

"It's horrible poison."

"Is the monk dead? He can't die, and we're done with him if he dies. ”

The warriors couldn't move, and could only hope for Jueyuan.

"Amitabha."

Just when everyone was worried, the sound of Jue Yuan sighing came from the poisonous mist.

Then, another Buddha slap stretched out from the poisonous mist, fell from the sky, and landed on Xiaohong's head.

"Master Saves ......"

Xiaohong was terrified and hurriedly called for help, but she didn't even say a word to me, and was slapped to death by Jue Yuan on the ground.

This poisonous lady also died a tragic death.

Although Jue Yuan is a monk, he is quite ruthless and decisive.

After killing Xiaohong, a tornado storm formed around Jueyuan again, rolling the poisonous powder mixed around him into the air, spinning above his head.

Jue Yuan is at least a martial madman, and it is even very likely to be a master, whether it is a martial madman or a master, internal force and true qi can be separated from the body, and these poisonous powders and poisonous gases cannot get close to his body.

"Good, good, donor, hand over the antidote."

Jue Yuan looked at the poisonous elder and spoke in a flat voice.

The poisonous elder stared at Jue Yuan, and at this moment he was sure that Jue Yuan came here because of the three of them and their apprentices, otherwise, it would be impossible for Jue Yuan to participate in this level of exchange meeting, and the other party sold Buddha beads just to lure them out.

The poisonous elder's expression changed several times, and in the face of the powerful Jueyuan, he was powerless to resist at all, and finally he gritted his teeth and said: "I said that my family is compassionate, I will give you the antidote, will you let me go?" ”

Jue Yuan nodded and said, "If you really intend to be good, my Buddha will naturally give you a chance, now bring me the antidote." ”