"Mr. Peng? You're back! A rugged male voice in the courtyard shouted.

Before the words fell, the courtyard door opened, and Mr. Peng saw a big fist flying in front of him! If there is a thousand forces, the tiger and the tiger will bring the wind! Mr. Peng was taken aback, and lifted the saber in his hand to block it, and the fist hit the knife, making a sound of gold and iron!

Mr. Peng hurriedly responded to the battle, although he blocked the heavy punch with a knife, he couldn't stand the strength and retreated again and again.

The man on the other side had the upper hand with this punch, but instead of pursuing, he jumped backwards and stood back in the courtyard. At this time, the master and apprentice saw the comer's dress clearly.

The man was dressed in a dark blue monk's robe, draped in a variegated rag robe, and his huge shiny head was lit with eight incense scars—he was actually a great monk! But he still has a mask on his face, which is the appearance of Sun Wukong, and it looks like a papier-mâché object bought casually at the market to coax children, which looks nondescript.

The monk carried a long steel stick behind him, eight feet long, as thick as a goose egg, and the black and beautiful look was not scary. If it weren't for the fist but this iron rod, Mr. Peng would have been injured.

"Amitabha," the great monk said that the Buddha folded his hands and saluted, "Mr. Peng, the little monk has been waiting here for a long time." ”

"The master is so majestic!" Mr. Peng said and handed the saber to Huzi's arms, "I don't know what the master should call him?" Forcibly removing the lock on the door of my small temple in broad daylight and greeting people with his fists is not the way of a monk. ”

"I'm here to kill you." The monk's tone was not light or heavy, but his words were extremely terrifying, "Mr. Peng, you have been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, from inside and outside the customs, can no enemy really come to the door?" ”

Mr. Peng grinned and said, "I know that many people are eager to eat my flesh and sleep on my bones. But even if it's death, I still want to die to understand—master, what do you call it? ”

As he spoke, Mr. Peng walked to the courtyard with his hands behind his back, and gestured to Huzi with both hands behind his back. Huzi didn't hesitate, turned around and walked away without nonsense. The monk didn't stop him when he saw it, he just stared at Mr. Peng and said, "You can call the little monk 'Tieda Monk'." ”

"Iron Great Monk? I have a grudge against you? Mr. Peng asked.

"What do you say?"

"You're here to kill me?"

"The little monk said it."

"Do you know what I'm capable of?"

"Yes."

"So you think you're going to be able to kill me?"

"Don't dare."

"You're conceited."

"Always try."

While the two were talking, the great monk Tie Da unfastened the buckle on his chest, took the big stick off his back and held it in his hand. The monk stepped on the figure-eight step and slowly spoke: "Mr. Peng, show the blade." ”

Mr. Peng didn't dare to slack off when he saw this posture, picked up his long shirt, hit his back waist and pulled out a pair of daggers to hold it in his palm, bent his legs and bowed his waist to pick up the killing weapon.

The pair of daggers in Mr. Peng's hand are three fingers wide and narrow, one and a half palms and a half blades long, engraved with fine talismans, the handle is not big or small, just fit Mr. Peng's palm, at a glance it is a tailor-made unique weapon.

The name of this pair of murder weapons is called Shuangjiao, whether it is a knife or a dagger, it is a blade that Mr. Peng has been handling since he was a child. Mr. Primepong always took these two knives, the blades of which were inserted diagonally upwards into the belt of the knife at his waist, and he could hold them and pull them out with his back hand when he lifted his long shirt.

It is said that "one inch is long and one inch is strong, and one inch is short and one inch is dangerous", which is true. This kind of short and concise weapon has always been the sword to go off the edge of the edge of the danger to win, and when fighting with people, you can be close to the body, surprise and attack unprepared.

The monk standing opposite Mr. Peng was holding an eight-foot steel rod in his hand! The green tendons on the neck of this great monk can be seen, the muscles on his arms are also angular, and there are calluses on both knuckles.

A person like Mr. Peng, who is so routine, is in a posture with open fire, and it seems that he is suffering everywhere against such a foreign master who uses long weapons. But now that people have come to the door, naturally there is no reason to flee without a fight. If you are really invincible after a few hands, if Mr. Peng wants to flee at that time, I am afraid that this monk will not be able to stop him.

"Mr. Peng, please!" Seeing that Mr. Peng had started the battle, the Tie Da monk was also unceremoniously, and with a loud shout, he handed the long stick in his hand straight out, as if he was using it as a spear.

Mr. Peng didn't dare to take it hard, so he relied on his own body to flexibly dodge sideways, so that he had to lift the knife to get close. Which Cheng thought that the move of the great monk Tie Da was a false move, and he did not use too much strength. As soon as Mr. Peng dodged sideways, the monk picked up the big stick and wanted to sweep Mr. Peng's chest! Mr. Peng bowed dangerously, and the big stick brushed his scalp, and the roots of his ears made the wind brought by the iron rod shake painfully!

This big monk swept the new force with a stick, Mr. Peng didn't care about anything else, stepped forward and stood up with a knife in his left hand to protect himself, and pointed the knife in his right hand at the opponent's chest! This monk is also a master of the arts, and when he saw this knife, he did not dodge or dodge, but also took a step forward, and was following Mr. Peng's footsteps, slightly sideways and bullied into Mr. Peng's inner arms, so that the knife in his right hand could not be swung, and the big stick was withdrawn to block the blade in Mr. Peng's left hand.

The two of them face each other, and such a distance can be said to be breathing each other! Mr. Peng's right hand was blocked from the monk's body, and he immediately turned the knife with one hand, trying to erase the monk's waist. Which Cheng thought that it was such a flick of his fingers to turn the knife, and the great monk actually lowered his head directly and slammed his forehead into Mr. Peng's head!

Mr. Peng only felt that there was a "buzzing" sound above his head, and for a while, his eyes were full of gold stars, the earth was spinning, and he was busy taking a few steps back.

Looking up, the monk didn't look like he had practiced iron head skills, standing in place with a stick and rubbing his head, and the Monkey King who was covering the monk's face also collapsed into a large piece.

Mr. Peng couldn't cry or laugh for a while - he finally got a chance to get close to him with the first temptation, but he was cracked by this street gangster fighting technique!

"Good kung fu, come again!" Mr. Peng was also a little more cautious this time, waving his dagger and stepping forward again.

Unexpectedly, this time the Tie Da monk is no longer as he did at the beginning, using some tricky means, one move and one style of steady and steady fighting, for a while, Mr. Peng had to rely on his own body to fight with him flexibly, which was very hard. What made Mr. Peng even more depressed was that he fought against this unknown monk, but it was like feeding him a trick - he made a move, a style, handed it out, and fought back, as if he could see through it all in the eyes of this monk, and he could always predict what his next move would be, as if he was an opponent who had been familiar with each other for several years.

Not only that, but this great monk's stick method also makes Mr. Peng feel very familiar! It's obviously a stick method of Buddhism, but it makes this person fight the same. Just like the trick of turning a stick into a gun at the beginning, and then sweeping away the means of attacking the enemy lightly, it is definitely not a trick of Buddhism. If it weren't for the fact that Mr. Peng could not always anticipate one and a half moves, the big stick would be so hard that he could not insert the needle and splash the water, and Mr. Peng would be sure to kill the distance between the throat and the throat!

The two fought, and Mr. Peng was targeted everywhere, and he felt that it was unpleasant to be restrained. He can't fight this great iron monk, and this great monk can't hurt him in the slightest. At this moment, the fight was indistinguishable, and a full two quarters of an hour had passed.

How physically and mentally it takes two masters to fight to the death? Now the fight is inseparable, and the gap between the two in strength is gradually widening.

Mr. Peng is now sweating, and he is becoming more and more unable to parry with the knife, and his nerves are tense, but his body can no longer keep up with what he thinks. On the other hand, the great monk Tie, although the mask was wet with sweat and pasted on his face, his breathing was still peaceful and long, and his hand wielding the big stick still did not tremble.

Mr. Peng complained bitterly in his heart: wielding such a heavy iron rod to fight for two moments, but still such a long vein, where did this monster that jumped out of a hundred years of Taoism?

Mr. Peng's distraction was not tight, but the monk was the first to see, and with a shake of the big stick in his hand, he split his head! Mr. Peng bent his leg and flipped back, pulling a distance of five or six steps, narrowly avoiding this blow. The great monk was unforgiving, and with the power of the shock of the iron rod falling to the ground, he released his weapon, ran two steps in front of Mr. Peng, and hit him with a straight punch without any fancy punches! When the Tie Da monk swung a punch, Mr. Peng's footsteps were steady, he couldn't prevent it, he couldn't dodge, and he was beaten in the chest by this punch!

This punch knocked Mr. Peng over a foot and fell to the edge of the courtyard wall.

Mr. Peng sat up with all his might, vomiting a mouthful of blood, only to feel that his chest was like a fire and charcoal, and he must have injured the meridians in his lungs.

"Amitabha." The great monk of Tie pronounced another Buddha horn, picked up the iron rod on the ground, and walked slowly towards Mr. Peng, "Mr. Peng, the victory and defeat have been decided." ”

"I am indeed inferior to you in terms of martial arts," Mr. Peng shook his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "But monk, you are too bold, if you want to kill me, you should know who I am, you just come to fight with me alone, and dare to enter my residence, do you really think that I am unguarded here?" ”

As he spoke, Mr. Peng had already put away his shuangjiao, and a piece of rune paper was pinched in the palm of his hand.

Monk Tie smiled disdainfully: "If Mr. Peng still has any skills, the little monk should inherit it." ”

"Okay, you're guts." Mr. Peng complimented and threw the talisman paper into the air.

The rune paper spontaneously combusted in mid-air without fire and burned to paper ashes. The rune paper is only more than a palm long, but the paper ash that falls from that place seems to be endless, sprinkled all over the air, and it is rare to see it every day for a while!

With the ashes falling, the black python on Mr. Peng's robe came to life. I can see the black python swimming, I can hear the scales rubbing, I can see the blood mouth opening and closing, and I can hear the breathing of the spitting letter! Around Mr. Peng's body, a series of powerful ghosts and ghosts that were visible to the naked eye also appeared, and they let out a sharp roar in the shadow of Fu Ash. Some of the souls can be seen as male or female, old or young, and some of them have disappeared in human form, like fierce monsters.

These demons have only one thing in common, that is, they have all lost their consciousness and are only driven by Mr. Peng! And Mr. Peng now looks like a ghost, he doesn't look like a living person at all, but like a ...... The King of the Clear Wind Tablet who has practiced for hundreds of years!

"The soul becomes a vertical and horizontal listening to the edict, and the evil is like a wave of hatred. Hundreds of ghosts are haunted in the yang world, and they can't see the bridge when they get lost. The evil is clear and clear, and the flesh and blood are far away. Open! ”

With Mr. Peng's spell, the talisman gray swirled in the sky and blinded the monk's eyes.

When the monk shook his head and opened his eyes again, he was no longer in the courtyard of the small temple of the Sun Temple. As far as the eye can see, there is a brilliant blue all around, and the feet are not heavy masonry, but loose mud and sand. Looking up, I didn't see the sun, but only the sparkling waves. The monk tried to raise his hands and swing the iron rod, as if he was carrying a thousand catties of weight.

"Is it underwater?" The Great Monk of Tie muttered. He knew that he must have been blinded by something, because his breathing was not hindered, and his clothes were not wet: "If it is a phantom array, can you get out?" ”

After an hour, the great monk should also go far step by step, but the surrounding scenery is still the same, and the waves above his head are not moving. The monk knew that this formation was not something that ordinary people could crack. This is boundless, it is more like a ghost hitting the wall.

The Great Monk of Tie pondered for a moment, and made up his mind. Standing with his hands in front of his chest, his eyes slightly closed, he recited a mantra.

Although a long time has passed in the thoughts of the Great Monk Tie, it is not the same thing outside! I saw the big iron monk standing in the courtyard with a big stick, his eyes blank and stunned. Mr. Peng saw that the monk was really blinded, and took out his double jiao, took three steps and made two steps, and pointed directly at the other party's throat!

At this critical moment, the Tie Da monk opened his mouth and roared: "Break! "Eyes suddenly regained their clarity! The air waves around him surged, and Mr. Peng couldn't move an inch!

As soon as the monk opened his eyes, he saw that the blade was no more than an inch away from his throat, so he quickly let go of the iron rod, blocked Mr. Peng's hands, and pushed back a few steps. This block, push, and retreat, the great monk lost the blade in his hand, the big iron rod fell to the ground, and Mr. Peng was horizontal between the iron rod and the monk.

Although this great iron monk retreated, his momentum did not decrease. He waved a tiger's claw with both hands, and the horse stepped apart, and the energy around him was like nothing, and the talisman ash flying in the sky was not close to the great monk at this time. But it was this talisman ash that covered the sky, outlining a tiger shape around the body of the great monk!

"This is a Taoist spell!" Mr. Peng said coldly, "You are not a monk, or even an ordinary person who practices martial arts. I never messed with someone like you, or I would have remembered. But if you say yes, taking people's money and people to eliminate disasters, you are too arrogant to act like this - who are you? ”

"Without further ado," said the Great Monk Tie, "your spell has now been broken by me, what else do you have to do?" ”

"Where do you think my apprentice is?" Mr. Peng asked.

The monk was stunned for a moment, not knowing what use Mr. Peng mentioned at this time.

But at this moment, the hairs on Monk Tieda's body stood up suddenly, and he beat him hard! He only felt that his life was at stake!

"Hey, stupid big one! Your grandfather and I are here! A half-sized voice came from the direction of the main hall. Monk Tie turned his head to see that Huzi had already stood on the eaves of the main hall at some point, carrying a slender Miao knife on his right shoulder, and the index finger of his left hand stood in front of his chest, looking at Monk Tie, as if he was smiling.

"The evil ghosts of the eight directions of the department, the commander of the grass spirit, the wood spirit. The number of yin and yang lives is divided, and the changes are all in the five elements. The rootless soul remains in the yang world, and the blood sacrifice does not stop. Decree the six gods, drink the eight directions of yin - the five elements flag kill, see the blood and punish! ”

After Huzi finished reading the formula, he bit the tip of his tongue, took a mouthful of blood, and sprayed it on the Miao knife!

For a while, the beating of golden gongs and jade drums seemed to sound around this small temple, and the wails of powerful ghosts from all directions sounded.

As soon as the monk lowered his head, he saw that around him, I don't know when five small flags of different colors flew around, and on the floor tiles in the courtyard, a piece of talisman seals and the five element flags reflected each other, flickering endlessly. Looking up again, Mr. Peng stood opposite and bowed slightly.

The Great Monk struggled to struggle, but found that he couldn't move for some reason! The tiger shape that protected the Great Iron Monk was also rapidly dissipating.

"Is this gift heavy enough?" Mr. Peng said.

"If you win more than you can, you are not heroes!" The great monk said, "Besides, I can also do spells, so you may not be able to help me." ”

"My apprentice has been preparing for so long...... Mr. Peng shook his head and sighed, "Even I can't exert such power." If I still can't kill you, my master and apprentice will be killed. ”

Before Mr. Peng's words fell, Huzi jumped off the eaves. The Miao knife in Huzi's hand was reversed, and he took advantage of the situation to insert it into the ground, and it was more than two feet in! Miao knife into the ground, the sound of mourning gongs and drums around is even more real!

Huzi raised his hand and pointed at the great monk Tie, and roared hoarsely: "Kill!" ”

In an instant, the great monk of iron is like falling into an ice cave! In broad daylight, the flag array was actually ghostly and gloomy, as far as the eye could see, there was a bizarre blood-colored world, and the original small courtyard had been distorted in the eyes of the great monk Tie!

Monk Tie knows that at this moment, his life hangs by a thread! With all his strength, he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth to Mr. Peng: "Senior brother, stop!" I'm Lin Tang! ”