The afterglow of the setting sun hangs down through the clouds on the Snake King Mountain.

In the cottage of Snake King Mountain, in a sea of corpses and blood, the handsome little monk looked at the burly middle-aged man who was trembling in front of him with a quiet and dustless smile:

"Donor, have you come to your senses?"

The tall and burly middle-aged man was covered in blood, his legs were folded back, almost ninety degrees to his body, and his bones were white.

"Shen Ziping ......"

An Qisheng's eyes flashed, and he recognized that person, who was the leader of the snake bandits in Snake Mountain, Shen Ziping.

The little monk looked like he was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with red lips and white teeth and a white face like a crown of jade, although he did not have a trace of hair, he was handsome and a little evil.

And the breath is much stronger than Dongmen Ruo and Zhao Yanyan.

It must be a master who has condensed the seed of true qi and is not far from condensing the qi vein.

Even, it is unknown that he has already embarked on the path of condensing qi veins.

"Wisdom, Wisdom ......."

And Dongmen Ruo and Zhao Yanyan's faces also changed, looking at the little monk, as if they had seen a ghost.

Suddenly, Zhao Yanyan had two more broken knives in his hand, and the long sword behind Dongmen Ruo bounced up with a vibration, and he held it in the palm of his hand.

Like a great enemy!

"Ha, haha!"

Shen Ziping trembled in pain, cold sweat flowed down his face, and when he heard the monk's question, he trembled and laughed wildly:

"Satoru? Realize? Bald donkey, Lao Tzu understands your mother!! If you want to kill, kill it, if Lao Tzu frowns, it was raised by your grandfather! ”

"Alas, the donor still doesn't understand."

The little monk shook his head, very disappointed:

"This autumn, September 15, the little monk came from Qingzhou, crossed the Huayan Mountains, there were a lot of bandits along the way, but the little monk did not move in vain, do you know, why the little monk wants to go to the Snake King Mountain?"

"Why?!"

Shen Ziping raised his head, and his eyes were extremely resentful under the messy hair:

"In the Huayan Mountain Range, there are dozens of bandits in the Giant Kou Mountain, why are they eyeing my Snake King Mountain?!"

"You have done many evils, you have mutilated the merchants, you have poisoned the villages, and you have lost all your conscience....... Well, it has nothing to do with that. ”

The little monk sighed and looked at Shen Ziping with a serious face:

"It's just because of you that you killed the little monk's donkey."

Donkey?

A donkey?!

Shen Ziping was stunned.

Zhao Yanyan and Dongmen Ruo were also stunned.

Even An Qisheng couldn't help but be stunned.

"For a donkey? For the sake of a donkey, you killed two hundred brothers of my Snake King Mountain?! ”

Shen Ziping's body shook, and a mouthful of blood spurted out:

"You brute!"

"Yes, it was bought by the little monk for half a tael of silver in Qingzhou, a half-sized flower donkey...... For thousands of years, all kinds of dynasties, only this little flower donkey. ”

A gloom appeared on the little monk's face:

"You have two hundred brothers, but the little monk and I only have one donkey......."

"For a donkey....... You hypocritical bald ass! ”

Shen Ziping coughed up blood again and again, almost crazy:

"Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will not let you go if he is a ghost!"

"The donor is wrong, it's a half-big, black-backed, white-bellied little donkey."

The little monk responded seriously.

Then he stretched out his palm and gently stroked it towards Shen Ziping's head.

The afterglow of the setting sun flashed over his white, jade-like palm.

forthwith

Burst!

With a muffled sound, Shen Ziping's crazy scream was slapped into his chest along with his head.

Gentle and gentle, fierce and spicy.

The slender fingers like jade wiped a drop of bright red blood from his cheek, and the little monk raised his head with a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze:

"Little monk Huiguo, a few donors are polite."

Facing the little monk's kind smile, Zhao Yanyan, Dongmen Ruo's face became more and more ugly:

"Dragon Elephant Temple, Evil Monk Huiguo ......"

Zhao Yanyan looked solemn and arched his hand:

"Zhao Yanyan of the Moon Worship Villa, the master is polite."

"Sure enough, it's him......."

An Qisheng was slightly surprised, and a lot of information appeared in his heart.

Seven hundred years ago, the Dragon Elephant Temple was destroyed at the hands of the Venerable Master, and the elite of the temple was completely lost, and the inheritance was almost broken.

The reason why it is said almost is because there are still heirs in the Dragon Elephant Temple.

It is the one in front of him, the ancestor of the evil monk Huiguo.

The ancestor of the evil monk Huiguo was an outcast before being expelled from the door 700 years ago, but due to coincidence, it became the last inheritance of the Dragon Elephant Temple.

However, although he has become the authentic of the Dragon Elephant Temple, he has no intention of the Dragon Elephant Temple.

In his hands, the Dragon Elephant Dharma Temple has become a real one-line lineage.

Seven hundred years have passed, and the heirs of the Dragon Elephant Temple are only one master and one apprentice.

"It seems that several donors have misunderstood the little monk."

Hui Guo's eyes dimmed and he slowly got up.

Under his monk's robe, there was a blood-red color, almost soaked with blood, but as he got up, the large patch of blood turned into beads of blood and rolled down automatically.

Before the words fell, his moon-white monk's robe was spotless.

With the solemnity of the little monk's treasure, I have to say that the bearing is excellent.

"Misunderstanding?"

The corners of Dongmenruo's mouth twitched, and he barely squeezed out a smile:

"Extreme God Sect Dongmen Ruo, I have seen Master Huiguo......"

When he heard about this man in the past, he was still surprised why he was called an evil monk, but when he saw him perform this hot hand on a donkey, he also knew that he only had the wrong name, not the wrong nickname.

"The donor probably thinks that in order to do the right thing for heaven and to defend the township, you who killed these donors are righteous and upright, and the little monk kills them for the sake of a donkey, which is evil and rebellious?"

Huiguo clasped his hands together, and his eyes were clear:

"Yes and no?"

Master Huiguo laughed.

Dongmen Ruo's smile was a little reluctant: "The master has eliminated harm for the people, and in the past, the nearby villagers will be grateful to Dade, and we will also be convinced." ”

"No, the little monk is just for the donkey."

Hui Guo shook his head, and then his eyes fell on An Qisheng:

"What is the name of this benefactor?"

Huiguo's clear eyes reflected An Qisheng's shadow.

There was a hint of curiosity in his heart.

This man with a spear in his hand, under his burly and majestic body, there is no leakage of qi, and the whole person is as mellow as a pebble that has been washed by the river for countless years.

With this hidden qi kung fu alone, I don't know where to go higher than the two people next to him.

An Qisheng's expression was calm, and he held a gun:

"In Xia Anqisheng, the little master is polite."

"Enkisheng ......."

Hui Guo muttered, thought for a while, and then asked:

"This benefactor, have you ever met the little monk?"

"Why did Master Huiguo say this?"

An Qisheng's heart moved, and he replied quietly.

He had dreamed of the Iron Mountain, but he knew that the decline of the Dragon Elephant Temple was derived from the Venerable Master who snatched the spirit hundreds of years ago, could it be that they still had any means to sense the heavens and the pearls?

"The little monk always feels that the donor is somewhat familiar......."

Huiguo clasped his hands together and smiled a little shyly:

"Maybe the little monk admitted his mistake."

Coy laughter still echoes.

In the midst of the filth in the sky, the moon-white monk's robe was already hunting.

Step out!

Rumble!

There suddenly seemed to be rolling thunder and explosion in the cottage.

The earth shook, the cottages shook, and corpses scattered like straw mixed with mud and sand.

Just one step out, between the whistling waves, the sound of internal force drumming like a river, the body of the little monk between this step, like blowing a balloon visible to the naked eye.

Rise~

Roar~

There seems to be a dragon's groan, if there is an elephant hiss!

There seemed to be a flash of golden light under the moon-white monk's robe, and the whole person had changed greatly.

Under the bulging monk's robe, the burly body was filled with terrifying power that almost wanted to explode, and its bare hands, legs, and neck were as muscular as a dragon!

In an instant, the distance of more than ten zhang flashed, and the raging air flow smashed the fence of the cottage.

It strides in, like a mountain displacement, like a ground dragon turning over, giving people an unparalleled sense of rage!

"Dragon Elephant Vajra Body!"

Zhao Yanyan and Dongmen Ruo's faces changed at the same time, and they looked at Huiguo's eyes as if they had seen some incredible beast.

Bang!

The next moment, under the turbulent airflow, the two seemed to have no resistance, but in fact, they had no intention of retreating at all, and floated out a few feet away with the wind.

Look up.

And he saw the palm of his hand raised.

The former whiteness is gone, glowing with gold and iron, and the five-finger road is almost gone.

With a slap of the palm, it almost burst the air.

With a series of gas explosions, all of a sudden, it was already wrapped in a rolling air current, whipping down towards An Qisheng!

At this moment, under the burly, tall and inhuman Huiguo, An Qisheng's figure seemed to become smaller and smaller.

"Dragon Elephant Vajra Mahamudra! You, you've already started to condense your Qi veins! ”

If the east gate was shocked, he secretly reminded An Qisheng.

The Dragon Elephant Vajra Mudra is the secret martial art of the Dragon Elephant Temple, which is not special in itself, and the special thing is that this martial art can only be practiced if the qi veins are condensed to the palm of the hand!

In other words, that Hui Guo at least condensed the Qi veins required by the Dragon Elephant Vajra Mahamudra!

"Dragon Elephant Vajra Mahamudra ......"

Under the turbulent air current, An Qisheng's cloak had been blown off, his long silver-white hair was leaning back like a waterfall, and his wide clothes were hunting.

His eyes were half-down, and under the rushing air.

His body suddenly stood upright, and the ground under his feet instantly cracked, kicking up dust.

Under the stomp, the strength rose from the ground, running through the waist, abdomen, shoulders and back, reaching the front of the elbows, and in the palms of the hands, the Zhanger Han Iron Spear was already buzzing and vibrating, as if it was about to turn into an evil dragon roaring in the sky in the next moment.

In a flash, the hidden strength, qi and blood, and internal force erupted like a volcano!

Qiang~

In the piercing sound wave, An Qisheng raised his arms and raised his gun!

Buzzing~

The spear rose steeply, like a deep and boundless ocean, and the black dragon raised a thousand waves.

A shot was raised, and the battle flag was erected on the battlefield like an endless soldier, and the soldiers pointed and looked at it.

It was as if the sacred mountain rose from the ground, piercing the sky at once, and Yuyu clarified!

The visible air flow was pierced by the spear, and then there was a sound like a ghost crying wolf!

Pierce the golden light, containing majestic and powerful palms!

With An Qisheng's physique now, this burst is powerful enough to pierce gold and iron and collapse the wall, and any physical body practicing kung fu will be pierced under such a fierce shot!

Rumble!!