After Brother Ai finished speaking, his body leaned slightly, and he roared into the night sky: "Han Fake Buddha has come to beat your son, if you don't come again, Lao Tzu will be flashing!" ”

In the night sky, the business was like a megaphone, rumbling far away.

But it seemed that only me and the old monk could hear this voice.

The old monk was a little angry and roared angrily: "Sir is too deceitful! ”

Brother Ai shrugged his shoulders, thought about taking two steps to the side, let me out, stretched out his hand and said: "Kill, kill him, your apprentice will become famous, you can get the 20 million reward, and you Han Fake Buddha can also establish his prestige in the Hedao Gate and become the next Hetang master."

Kill! Kill!

Alas, if you want to kill, hurry up, that guy's speed is not slow, I calculate, one second? If you activate his dragon power, it should only take a second! ”

Brother Ai's expression was very cheap and underbeaten, which made people feel the urge to go up and slap him.

The fat monk was obviously also very angry, very angry, and raised his slap, but he didn't dare to hit his brother, so he had to come and beat me.

This fat monk is also a ruthless and resolute person, knowing that there is a strong enemy coming, he still does not hesitate to attack me.

Of course, I'm not a fool, I made a move the moment my brother's body got out of the way, faster than the old monk, and even beyond my brother's expectations.

The muzzle of the rifle I had been holding in my hand was always forward, so the moment my brother left, I pulled the trigger!

With a 'poof' sound, the bullet flew out with the fire snake and just hit the old monk's fan-like slap!

Do you believe that there are people in this world who can catch bullets with the palm of their flesh?

Before today, I didn't believe it, but today I believe it, because it happened right in front of my eyes, right under my nose, and someone took a bullet with the palm of his hand!

Although, he took it more reluctantly, although his fat body was shocked, although his clenched fist was bleeding out, and when he opened his fat palm, there was already a pool of blood in his palm, but the bullet with blood still made me tremble!

Of course, the panic was only temporary, because in the next second, the fat monk's movements made me laugh.

He spread out his palm, threw away the bullet, and then shook his hand desperately, the pain on his palm made him can't help but hum, by this time, he has completely lost the image of a monk, at this time, Han Fake Buddha is just an ordinary person who has been swollen by someone's hand, anyone whose hand is swollen by someone will hurt, and will make the same action.

This Han Fake Buddha is already a master among the masters, he only shook it twice and then stopped shaking, the huge humiliation made him extremely angry, and he put this anger completely on me.

The fierce gaze was eager to eat me, and a fan-sized slap slapped at me again.

But this time he switched to his left hand, and I injured his right hand.

It's a pity that because of one of my bullets, because of the time when the fat monk shook his hand, only a second passed!

It was this second that pulled my life from danger to safety.

Because there's one more person in this small place!

A man with gray and unkempt hair, a man with pajamas on the upper body and pants on the lower body, and still constantly picking at the waistband of his pants!

He was even a little sleepy-eyed, a little unsure of the truth, and a little swaying when he walked.

But he came after all, and so quickly, that he didn't even tie his belt.

Oh, by the way, he also pulled on a pair of cotton slippers and walked out in the dark, like a normal man going to the toilet in the middle of the night.

The man dragged out like this, seemingly very slowly, but he came to me in one step, and scolded me in a daze: "Stinky boy, how long have you not been home? ”

This is simply a normal scene of a father reprimanding his son, and it does not look like a battle scene of fighting for his life at all.

I looked at the gray-haired man and whispered, "Dad! ”

"You still know to call me dad, but you don't know how to find my dad if you have something? Can Daddy still watch you suffer? ”

The man shook his hand naturally as he spoke, and his palm collided with the big slap of the Han Fake Buddha Pu fan, making a crisp palm slap sound.

The two fleshy palms collided rapidly, and the air flow squeezed out between the two palms was like a violent wind, hitting my face painfully.

That Han Fake Buddha's face was blue from the moment the man appeared, and his eyes were fearful, but he shot this chapter with hatred, and he couldn't take it back, and even if he wanted to take it back, I guess my father wouldn't let him take it back.

Looking at his momentum, you can know that obviously I am extremely angry that this fat monk came to kill me, this slap is merciless, the fat monk's palm just collided with his palm, and the palm was slapped and flew up, and the body couldn't help but spin along the flying palm like a spinning top.

When he turned around and stopped, I noticed that his fat cyan face instantly swelled with a flush!

I couldn't help but be surprised to think, it couldn't be a slap that would cause internal injuries, right?

"Ou Chuqun! Haven't you already declared that you will no longer meddle in the affairs of the circle? Don't you keep your word and want Hedaomen to have another dispute with you? ”

Han Fake Buddha stabilized his body and roared angrily.

"What the hell are you talking about? You say I'm fighting again? You hit Lao Tzu's son on the head, this is equivalent to letting Lao Tzu Eunuch know?

My old Ou family is such a lone seedling, you want me to cut off my children and grandchildren, and I still tell you about credit?

I ask you, I have cut your lifeline now, will you fight with me? ”

My father waited for his eyes to ask Han Fake Buddha, and then covered his head: "Oh, forget, you are a monk, and you can't understand the pain of cutting off your children and grandchildren." ”

The fat monk's expression froze, and then I wanted to say something, my mind was also in a state of confusion, and before I could wake up, I saw my father raise his legs, take off his slippers, and viciously slam the fat monk's left cheek!

'Bang', with a crisp sound, Han Fake Buddha's body turned upside down on the ground like a spinning top, and this time he didn't hesitate to directly 'wow' and vomited blood.

Not only did he vomit blood, but there was even a bloodshot tooth hidden in the puddle of blood!

"Lao Tzu let you bully my son, Lao Tzu let you bully my son, I won't beat you to death, you still think Lao Tzu is hellokitty?"

My father didn't even give Han Fake Buddha a chance to speak, and pumped the soles of his shoes at Han Fake Buddha's head one after another.

If the battle between these two people just now can be called a master's move, then now this scene is purely a shrew fight. R1148