The big man's hollow palm is so powerful, and the palm power is so powerful.

Everyone thought that even if they couldn't hurt the bald donkey, at least they could make him retreat.

I didn't think that the situation would take a turn for the worse in a blink of an eye, and the big man slapped out, and the bald donkey was unharmed, but he fell to the ground seriously injured.

"Boss Qiu?"

Several easy men with knives rushed up in surprise, surrounding the big man, and they were in a hurry.

"The thief is bald, and in front of everyone's eyes, he dares to commit murder."

"I must fight to the death with you, never to the death."

"The owner of Zhengqi Villa is here, and today I will teach you the truth of being a man."

……

Those guys who looked like the disciples of Boss Qiu's subordinates opened their eyes angrily, gritted their teeth, and scolded the little monk from afar.

When the owner of Fu Zhuang next to him heard this, his breath tightened, and the whole person was almost not angry.

It is also thanks to the depth of the city in his chest, the danger of mountains and rivers in his heart, and the full cultivation of qi, so that his face can barely maintain his majesty.

But the disciples of Boss Qiu didn't seem to see it, and said again: "Master Fu, our head of the house can't live anymore, you are high-spirited, you must uphold justice for my giant master." ”

If the owner of Fu Zhuang is not the owner of the Righteous Qi Villa, if he has not always shown himself as a righteous leader, he is afraid that he has already snorted coldly and said that it is self-inflicted to hurt others in front and hurt in the back. Heaven is evil, but it is still alive; and thou shalt not live.

However, he wanted to preside over the overall situation and uphold justice, so he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart: "Little master, do you know that you are defending the court criminals who committed the great crime of rebellion? ”

"Amitabha, greed is like a flame, and if it is not contained, it will burn the prairies; Desire is like a flood, and if it is not contained, it will be monstrous. The little monk lowered his eyebrows and had compassion on his face, "A few years old, how can a child have the ability to rebel." ”

The owner of Fu Zhuang replied in a stunned voice: "The law of the court is like this. ”

The great crime of rebellion, even the nine clans, is not even included in the amnesty.

The unpardonable crime of the world, Lu Zhengdao and the others in the temple finally spoke: "Little Elder, people are inherently dead, we understand your kindness, leave quickly, don't have to stand up for us." ”

Zhu Weiming, who was seriously injured and ran for days to escape for his life and could not recuperate with peace of mind, had lost his temper, but he still tried his best to shout: "If the husband dies, he will die, and he will only fight for 300 rounds." ”

The little monk was silent for a long time, and the master of Fu Zhuang gradually spoke: "The little master must come out for a court master?" ”

Unexpectedly, the little monk did not say anything outside, did not talk about the law, only sought detachment, he said: "Life in the world, standing up to the heavens and the earth, why do you need this bald donkey to come out, this bald donkey is just to seek access to ideas." ”

When the little monk called himself, he seemed to be very modest and cautious, saying "bald donkey" one by one, but no one dared to laugh out loud. Even the giant head of the sect who was shocked by a palm and lost half his life, those few people are all not angry.

"Got the idea?" The owner of Fu Zhuang raised his eyebrows.

"This is Nie everyone's new book "Six-Fingered Qin Demon", Huang Xuemei's language." There are eyebrows and eyes that are transparent, and he immediately stepped forward and quietly explained.

The legend was originally set up to eliminate sorrows, and the owner of Fu Zhuang has a lot of opportunities, where there are so many sorrows that need to be eliminated, naturally I have never read such a legendary novel as "The Six-Fingered Piano Demon".

Master Fu Zhuang nodded, and said sharply: "Little master, there are many disturbances in the world this day, how many things can you manage?" ”

"Out of sight is clean, and one thing in front of you is one thing."

"There are many heroes here, does the little master really want to do it?"

The little monk seemed to be speechless and endless: "The world slanders me, deceives me, insults me, laughs at me, despises me, despises me, hates me, and deceives me, how to deal with it?" Only knock him, beat him, hammer him, trample him, trample on him, and although you abuse him, be careful not to beat him to death, and then look at him. ”

When Daoist Qingsong heard this, his heart was suddenly unstable, and he shook his hand without wind and dust.

The Tang people have a poem: The sunrise is one zhang high, and everything in the world is as thin as hair. The wild man was angry at the unevenness, and wore out the ancient knife in his chest.

It seems that this bald donkey is not the kind of mouth work that will only wear the knife in his chest, but the bald thief who really wants to use the "knife", Fu Zhuang said secretly.

Nie Xiaoqian in the temple saw it in her eyes, heard it in her ears, and thought: "The Tao has no leakage, the thoughts are clear, this little monk is bold and straightforward, and it is really interesting." What kind of high-ranking sect is Wuliang Temple, and such a bright figure would come out. ”

It's just that when it comes to this, it has reached the point of inconsistency.

If you don't agree with each other, you will fight. The owner of Fu Zhuang has also been forced by the situation to the point where he cannot help but take action.

He stepped forward slowly, arched his hand, pointed his finger into a sword, and shouted, "Look at it! ”

The owner of Fu Zhuang seems to be showing his brightness and integrity, and his bearing is extraordinary, and he said the word "look at the finger". Otherwise, there is no reason for people in the rivers and lakes to use force to warn in advance.

It seemed that he didn't want to hurt the little monk, leaving the little monk room to retreat, and the owner of Fu Zhuang was unhappy, and he was well-informed and recognized his finger skills.

"This is the Qi Sword Finger!"

"Fu Zhuang mainly shows his righteousness and the villa is unlearned!"

"To be able to see Master Fu's divine skills, I can't wait for this in vain."

"The little bald donkey will be defeated tonight under the Qi sword finger of Master Fu Zhuang."

Qi sword finger is the famous mastery of Fu Zhuang, once used, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, comparable to a divine weapon, indestructible.

It's just that in the past ten years, Master Fu Zhuang has mostly used virtue to convince people, and there has been no one on the rivers and lakes who can let him use his qi sword for a long time. It was a group of heroes, seeing that Fu Zhuang was mainly competing with the bald donkey with his qi sword finger, and they were all looking forward to it.

But to everyone's surprise, Master Fu Zhuang's qi sword finger did not have the sound of the imaginary sword qi sneering, but was silent, and the sword finger, the closer it was to the bald donkey, the slower it became, and even when it entered within a foot of the bald donkey's body, it was almost stabbed inch by inch, as if there was an infinite obstacle in the dark.

After a long stretch, when Qunhao was about to get impatient, Master Fu's qi sword finger finally stabbed on the bald donkey's body.

"One hit!"

"Master Fu Zhuang shows his might."

The crowd applauded loudly.

Suddenly, there was a sudden shock under everyone's feet, the mountain temple was shaking, and a large amount of dust fell, and then they were shocked to find that the bald donkey was still sitting, and the three feet of ground around the bald donkey was visibly dented by the naked eye in the epike just now.

Looking at the owner of Fu Zhuang again, I don't know when he has retreated to the same place, his face is sinking like water and standing in the wind, and the robe on his body is hunting.

"Win?"

Qunhao was stunned and was about to ask.

The owner of Fu Zhuang waved his sleeves and said one word: "Go!" ”

Then, in a few breaths, the disciples of Zhengqi Mountain Villa walked cleanly.

"Is this a loss?"

Seeing the disciples of the Righteous Qi Villa retreating like a tide, the group of heroes looked at each other.

"Master Fu is gone, what are we going to do here, do we drink the northwest wind?"

In the spring, although it is still very cold, there is not much northwest wind, so I don't know who suddenly said such a sentence, the many heroes around the mountain temple, you look at me, I look at you, collected the weapons and dispersed.

It wasn't until everyone outside had retreated that the little monk stood up a little lazily and slowly, patted the mud and dust on his buttocks, took a long breath, and sighed: "What a big sword qi, it's really worse than shaving your head, and you were almost pierced like a wooden fish." ”

"Monks also want to shave their heads?" The open-minded Zhu Weiming smiled when he heard this.

"I don't know if I smeared too much vegetable oil on my head when I was a child, or if I burned my scalp when I burned my scar, and I haven't grown a single hair yet." The little monk touched his bald head and replied regretfully.

(The moon is in the sky, the night is like water, everyone has a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.) ）