"If you can't beat it, you want to escape, just kidding!"

Minghe saw that Murong Bo wanted to escape, how could Minghe agree, this Murong Bo was on the task list, and Murong Bo would die.

"Mother, let Minghe stop and let your uncle go!"

Wang Yuyan saw that Murong Bo had fallen into the disadvantage, and she hurriedly asked Li Qingluo next to her for help. After all, Murong Bo was very good to himself at the beginning, just like his own daughter.

"Nonsense! Do you really think Murong Bo and Murong Fu are good to you? Is it like you? They are greedy for the martial arts secrets in the Mantuo Mountain Villa and the Langhuan Jade Cave, and they are good if they die. Li Qingluo glared at Wang Yuyan fiercely, and ignored Wang Yuyan.

"Grandmother?"

Wang Yuyan said to Li Qingluo, how could she have time to think about it now, since her mother didn't help her, Wang Yuyan had no choice but to turn her attention to Li Qiushui for help.

"Silly girl is like this, no wonder Minghe doesn't like you.

Since Minghe wants to kill Murong Bo, just let him kill him, and there is no one Murong Bo in this world. ”

Li Qiushui laughed coquettishly, and she didn't pay attention to Wang Yuyan.

Wang Yuyan lowered her head and thought about what Li Qingluo and Li Qiushui said alone.

However, there is one more Ming River in this world, and earth-shaking changes have taken place, and the fate of several people has been reversed by Ming River.

Let's just say that Ah Zhu and Xiao Feng have become strangers because of the appearance of Minghe.

There is one who is the county lord of Dali and the leader of a beggar gang.

Minghe took Ling Bo microstep, instantly rushed to Murong Bo, and then quickly swung his fist, this is a pity that Ling Bo microstep is a light skill, which can only increase the movement speed, not the attack speed.

The power contained in the Minghe Fist is like a wild beast, and the speed of the punch is only two or three times that of ordinary people.

Seeing Ming He's fist smashing towards him, Murong Bo hurriedly swung his fist into Ming He's fist to resist, these two punches were not mixed with move martial arts, but contained each other's own internal strength.

The two fists collided together, creating a loud sonic boom, and the strong wind blew away the surrounding dust.

The internal force of the two impacted each other through their arms, and as time passed, the two confronted each other for a minute, and the internal force in Murong Bo's body could only hold on.

Murong Bo withdrew his arm and swung his fist again to attack Minghe, so the two of them kept swinging and punching each other quickly, and every time they exchanged punches, there would be a sonic boom, and I don't know how many punches were right.

Only heard a "click", from where the two of them came from, outsiders don't know if it was from Minghe's arm or from Murong Bo's arm, but this "click" means that one of the two must have a broken arm, and the battle is about to end.

"Old dog, how does it feel to break the bones of your hand?" Minghe looked at Murong Bo and smiled evilly.

"Little brute, you ......" Murong Bo gritted his teeth with hatred for Ming He.

The "click" just now came from the bones of my hand, and the pain of breaking the bones of my hand was a heart-rending pain.

"Old dog, I'll send you to your dead dog son right away."

The hand that Ming He and Murong Bo were fighting against each other instantly turned into a fist, grabbed Murong Bo's fist tightly, and twisted it vigorously, and there was a "click" sound on Murong Bo's arm again.

Then the other hand turned into a palm and slapped Murong Bo's chest, Murong Bo hurriedly used his other hand to protect his chest with his arm, although Minghe's palm only hit Murong Bo's arm, it still shook Murong Bo back again and again.

Murong Bo took seven or eight steps back to stabilize his body, his right hand with Ming He's fist kept dripping blood from his cuff, and he could only feel the heart-rending pain in his right arm now, and nothing else was there.

In order to protect his chest, his left hand was slapped on his arm by Ming He, and now his left hand is still numb and trembling slightly.

Murong Bo has already guessed his fate, his current combat strength is not five out of ten, if nothing else, he will die at the hands of Ming He, and then go to meet the ancestors and ancestors.

Just when Murong Bo was distracted, Minghe had already hit the internal force in his palm and waved his hand towards Murong Bo.

Murong Bo is not willing to be tied, since it is a dead end, why not let go of the battle and fight for a chance of survival.

He forgot about the pain in his body and rushed towards Minghe with his fist.

A fist and a palm, handed together, the sonic boom was like thunder, deafening.

The strong wind generated blew Murong Bo and Ming He's long hair flying wantonly, and then shook both sides back, Murong Bo retreated six steps, and Ming He retreated seven steps.

Murong Bo's letting go made him gain the upper hand in this fist fight with Ming He, and the corners of his mouth began to bleed wildly, the blow just now was his full blow, and he was now exhausted and could not use it for the second time.

"Old dog, I promise to send you to your son."

After Minghe stabilized his body, he looked at Murong Bodao at the end of the strong crossbow.

The fist fight with Murong Bo just now, although it did not cause much injury to Minghe, but it also made Minghe's qi and blood unstable, so it made Minghe a little angry.

"Dragons fight in the wild!"

Like a sonic boom like a dragon's groan, Minghe's internal force was instantly released from his palm.

Seeing that the internal force was about to hit Murong Bo, a gray-clothed old monk holding a broom appeared here in an instant.

The old monk took a broom and gently swept the stones on the ground made of stone lions, and the sweeping monk, dozens of stones, instantly shot at the palm force of Minghe, and easily dissolved the palm power of Minghe.

"Amitabha! Poor monks, please also ask the donor to put down the butcher's knife and return the Buddha to a clean land. ”

The sweeping monk clasped his hands together and bowed slightly towards Minghe.

"Minghe, I've seen the master, the master wants Minghe to put down the butcher's knife, but Minghe doesn't have a knife in his hand, how can Minghe put down the butcher's knife?" Minghe spread out his hands and said helplessly.

"Hey, hey! This little ghost is really bold, and he dares to make fun of such a master. ”

Li Qiushui smiled coquettishly after looking at Minghe's actions, as a master of the sect, she could naturally see that the strength of the sweeping monk was extraordinary.

"Mother, is that old monk very powerful?" After Li Qingluo heard Li Qiushui's words, she asked.

"The strength of the sweeping monk should be the legendary great master realm, even if I join forces with Minghe and our two grandmasters, I may not be the opponent of the sweeping monk."

Li Qiushui easily resolved from the sweeping monk, and the blow of the grandmaster master of Minghe can be seen that the sweeping monk is the realm above the grandmaster master - the great grandmaster!

"Isn't that the Ming River dangerous?" After hearing Li Qiushui say this, Li Qingluo was a little worried about the safety of Minghe.

"Don't worry about your little lover, then the monk will embarrass your little lover at most, after all, Minghe's identity is the national teacher of the Great Song Dynasty.

He shouldn't hurt Minghe's life, and your little lover is not a prophet who can predict it, it is estimated that he already knows that there is a master of a great master in Shaolin Temple. ”

Li Qiushui saw that his daughter was caring about Minghe, so he couldn't help but tease Li Qingluo.

"Disrespectful for the old!"

Li Qingluo glared at Li Qiushui, and then set her eyes on Minghe again.

"The donor really knows how to laugh." The sweeping monk was not angry because of Minghe's joke.

"Master, I killed this thief Murong Bo today, and as long as your temple gives me a look at the "Yijin Sutra", I will immediately turn around and leave, what do you think?"

Minghe didn't want to fight with this sweeping monk, the main task was that Murong Bo had to be killed.

"Amitabha, donor, you killed Murong Shizhu today, and Murong Shimu's son will come to you again in the future.

When is the time to repay grievances, it is better to forgive and forgive others.

As for the "Yijin Sutra", the poor monk has no qualifications to be the master, if the poor monk can call the shots, the poor monk hopes to give the "Yijin Sutra" to the donor a look and resolve these unnecessary troubles. ”

The sweeping monk recited a Buddha name again and said slowly.

The sweeping monk said that he was willing to give Minghe a look at the "Yijin Sutra" is true, and if the sweeping monk did not have this mentality, he would not be able to tolerate Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan who had been secretly learning seventy-two stunts in Shaolin Temple.

"Master, don't worry, no one will seek revenge on me if I kill Murong Bo, because his son has already been killed by me.

As for the "Yijin Sutra", you are the master, after all, those Shaolin Temple Xuanzi generations are your juniors. They won't fail to listen to you. ”

Of course, Minghe hopes that the sweeping monk will cooperate with him, so that he can complete the task and go home without pressure.

"Amitabha!

Donor, you have killed Murong Shizhu's son, you let him go, with his strength, he can't threaten the donor. ”

The sweeping monk is Murong Bo who has an iron heart to protect, and he will not let Minghe kill Murong Bo.

"Xiao Yuanshan, Xuan Ci is your wife-killing enemy, and this Murong Bo is the most culprit back then, you go to kill Xuan Ci, I will kill Murong Bo." Ming He yelled at Xiao Yuanshan.

"Okay, let's go to the old man and kill Xuanci's dog thief."

After Xiao Yuanshan finished speaking, he rushed to the side of Abbot Xuanci, Xiao Yuanshan naturally saw that Minghe wanted to attract the attention of the sweeping monk, but he didn't care.

Shaolin Temple except for the sweeping monk basically no one can stop Xiao Yuanshan, Minghe will see if the sweeping monk chooses to save Murong Bo or choose to save Xuanci.

Shaolin Temple dealt with Xiao Yuanshan and directly used the formation in the seventy-two stunts: one hundred and eight Arhat formations.

One hundred and eight warrior monks with strong martial arts trapped Xiao Yuanshan in the center of the formation.

"Amitabha, donor, stop! You are no match for the poor monks! The sweeping monk looked at Minghe and recited a Buddha name, and then slowly spoke.

"You'll have to try it to find out."

After Minghe finished speaking, he got up and moved Ling Bo slightly, gathered the internal force on his arm, and attacked the sweeping monk like a hungry tiger.

"Amitabha, one finger Zen Gong!"

The sweeping monk first recited a Buddha name, then pointed his finger at Ming He, and released an internal force to shoot at Ming River with a flick of his fingers.

Seeing the Dao Nei Force shooting towards him, Ming He didn't dare to despise it, this was a blow from the Great Grandmaster, maybe this blow would kill him, Ming He hurriedly moved to dodge.

When Minghe was dodging, the sweeping monk shot out another internal force, although Minghe successfully dodged the first internal force, but was hit by the second internal force. Minghe instantly felt that his chest seemed to have been hit by a boulder, and his qi and blood were unstable, and he couldn't help but take a step back.