Obviously, those old ways were also injured by Wu Feng with copper coins and hidden weapons, but Wu Feng didn't have a heavy hand, and he didn't even have the strength to hit half of the chicken bones, otherwise these copper coins and hidden weapons would be beaten down, and those old people's legs would basically be wasted.

After the copper coin was shot, Wu Feng quickly pulled Lao Liu's head and hid in the crowd behind, and continued to look towards the courtyard of the ancestral hall.

The fat monk looked at the few Taoist leaders who fell from mid-air, and couldn't help but be stunned, but after a while, he immediately turned around and looked back, hoping to find the person who played the hidden weapon. It's hard to find out the location of the person who struck the weapon, let alone find it.

However, the fat monk Huineng still turned his head without giving up, hoping to find the person who played the hidden weapon, and after scanning his eyes, he found that they were all ordinary villagers, and he didn't find anything abnormal.

The fat monk Hui Neng held his breath and slowly closed his eyes, hoping that he could feel the fluctuations of the surrounding aura through his own cultivation to judge the direction of the person who played the copper coin secret weapon, but Wu Feng and Lao Liu Tou had already prepared and restrained their breath, and he naturally couldn't feel it.

After feeling it for a while, the fat monk opened his eyes, and couldn't help but take a deep breath, his expression became a little nervous and vigilant, because he didn't feel anything, it was all the breath of ordinary people. But it was only because he didn't feel anything that he felt nervous.

Even if he is a person who practices martial arts, he cultivates the kung fu of a foreign family, and he will exude an aura that is different from ordinary people, but even this little breath, the fat monk Huineng did not feel it, he never thought that there would be such a master hidden among the ordinary people of Xisipo.

“**…… What's going on? Why don't you chase it, if you don't chase the dead monkey, I'll run away, and I want to eat the monkey's brain alive after I catch it. Li Badshui covered a large swollen bag that was smashed on his head, sucked the cold air and walked to the side of the fat monk Huineng, and urged a little anxiously.

The fat monk's brows stretched slightly, waved his hand, and said, "Forget it, it's just a yellow-haired monkey, don't worry too much about it, we still have serious things to do, there is no need to bother for a yellow-haired monkey." ”

Li Badshui had a bitter face, and before he could say something, the fat monk had already turned around and walked into the pavilion, sat down with a grin, and had no intention of eating and drinking anymore, and the expression on his face was naturally not very good-looking.

In this moment's effort, just one yellow-haired monkey beat this group of old Taoists to pieces, and a few fell not lightly, and walked with a limp, the worst is the Taoist who was scratched by the yellow-haired monkey and had a broken face, and then he was hit by a tile, and it was pasted on his face, and that face couldn't be seen, fortunately, these Taoist leaders were not seriously injured, but they looked a little wolf.

At this time, Li Zheng and several elders in the village also returned to the pavilion, and Li Zheng sincerely bowed his hand in fear and said to the fat monk Huineng: "Oops...... I'm really sorry for you, that yellow-haired monkey, the old man doesn't know where it came from, there are on the mountain, but I haven't seen anyone who dares to come to the village to make trouble before, and I don't know how to run in today for a ......"