"Amitabha!

Donor, the poor monk has already said that you are not my opponent, although the donor's 'Ling Bo Weibu' body is very ingenious, but the donor's own strength is not as good as the poor monk. ”

The sweeping monk did not continue to attack, and looked at Ming Xiaohe River with his hands folded.

He had now proved his strength, and he believed that Ming Xiaohe had understood the gap between the two.

"Mrs. Qiushui, don't be watching the show! If you look at it, I'll be killed. Ming Xiaohe covered his slightly aching chest, and stood Li Qiushuidao, who was watching the play below.

"Alas! Can you kid be smarter, this monk is the legendary great master, and the two of us joining forces are not necessarily his opponents.

If I were you, I would go back and practice for another ten years to reach the Great Grandmaster, and then come to the Shaolin Temple to find trouble. ”

Li Qiushui scolded Ming Xiaohe in a coquettish voice.

"Master, can you help me? When Master was dying, he also asked you to guide me in my practice, if I die here, are you right about my Master? ”

Ming Xiaohe looked at Li Qiushui as if he didn't plan to help him, so he simply moved out without a cliff.

"Okay, I'm going to go crazy with you kid today."

After hearing the name of Wu Yazi, she chose to help Ming Xiaohe, she took Ling Bo to the martial arts arena with slight steps, and stood behind the sweeping monk.

"Donor, the poor monk never said that he wanted to take the donor's life, the poor monk just asked the donor to put down the butcher's knife and go down the mountain to leave."

The sweeping monk's face darkened after hearing Ming Xiaohe's words, and he felt that this Ming Xiaohe was too good at making things up.

"I'll put the cruel words here today, if I don't kill Murong Bo and get the "Yijin Sutra", I will never leave Ming Xiaohe."

After Ming Xiaohe had already spoken ruthlessly, he stared at Murong Bo, looking for an opportunity to kill Murong Bo with one blow.

"Donor, why bother? The bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is the back. ”

After hearing the cruel words from Ming Xiaohe, the sweeping monk sighed and said helplessly.

"Master, you help me hold off this monk, I'll find an opportunity to kill Murong Bo."

Ming Xiaohe instructed Li Qiushui, and without waiting for Li Qiushui to agree, Ming Xiaohe bypassed the sweeping monk and looked for an opportunity to kill Murong Bo.

"Hurry up, I won't be able to delay for long."

Li Qiushui hit two white rainbow palms in her hand and attacked the sweeping monk, she didn't expect that she could defeat the sweeping monk, she just hoped that she could drag the sweeping monk for Ming Xiaohe.

"Amitabha, one finger Zen Gong!"

The sweeping monk shook his head helplessly, and with a flick of his fingers, he shot two white rainbow palm forces towards Li Qiushui again, shooting out two internal forces.

Li Qiushui's white rainbow palm power was as fragile as a piece of tissue paper in front of the sweeping monk's one-finger Zen skill, and it was instantly penetrated.

Then in an instant, two internal forces attacked again, and Ming Xiaohe, who was waiting for the opportunity to move, popped out again.

"Old monk, you have no morality!

Why do you want to shoot me, you should shoot Li Qiushui. ”

Ming Xiaohe saw the sweeping monk shoot two internal forces towards him, and hurriedly relied on Ling Bo to dodge with slight steps.

As a result, he just dodged an internal force, and another internal force hit Ming Xiaohe's chest again.

This time, in order to make Ming Xiaohe honest, the sweeping monk increased his strength a little, and this internal force instantly knocked Ming Xiaohe to the ground.

"Old monk, let me say it again, you get out of the way, don't really think I'm afraid of you."

Ming Xiaohe looked at the hole in the clothes on his chest, and he could see a fist-sized black green on it, which was all caused by the internal force of the sweeping monk.

"Amitabha, the donor has been accused of murderous intent.

The Buddha said: Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground.

Old monk, today I also ask the donor to turn back to the shore. The sweeping monk folded his hands and recited a Buddha name.

"If your Buddha personally said this to me, I might still consider whether to give him face, as for you are not qualified to do so!"

The momentum of Ming Xiaohe's whole person changed in an instant, giving people a feeling of self-esteem.

"Master, you step aside, I'm here today to see if this old monk can stop me."

After Ming Xiaohe asked Li Qiushui to retreat, he was about to open up, urging the Red Lotus Karma Fire and the Haoran Golden Body that had never been used.

Ming Xiaohe's complexion had turned golden, and he was a golden statue at this time.

If you can see the surroundings of the Mingxiao River carefully, there is a layer of white fog emitting waves, and the so-called white fog is actually the water molecules in the air, which are instantly evaporated after touching the high temperature of the Mingxiao River, and the fog is generated.

"What is this?"

The group of "heroes" who watched the drama were all surprised when they saw this scene, and Li Qingluo was also a little surprised, she had only seen Ming Xiaohe use the Red Lotus Karma Fire, but she had not seen Ming Xiaohe use the Haoran Golden Body.

"Old monk, take my punch."

Ming Xiaohe saw that the sweeping monk was distracted, directly