Leng Biao, the master of Yeyingtang, was a bit of a wretch, and he was actually bullied to the inner hall by a little named Huazi, and his uncle was unbearable, and his aunt couldn't bear it. Reached out and felt a large knife from the side of the bed, and slashed at the wind.

The wind greeted each other with a stick, and the two of them fought together. It only took about ten rounds for Leng Biao's knife to be blown away by the wind.

Holding a knife is not Xiao Huazi's opponent, and her bare hands are obviously only beaten. Leng Biao himself is a speculative figure, and this loss must not be eaten. I saw that he saw the right time, turned around and ran out of the lobby.

Yan Hong shouted: "Brother Hanako, don't let him run, go after him!"

If you come, you will chase him, and this will not work hard. Feng'er chased after him.

Speculators are always looking for the best profit. Leng Biao didn't run out of the gate, he ran out to fight alone, and the loss was ironclad. Even if there are two subordinates at the door, maybe they can't help themselves. His own hair is small, the military advisor of Yeyingtang, the monk who has attained the Tao is now praying for Yeyingtang in the back hall, he is tall and big, and there should be no problem with a little flower. Therefore, Leng Biao quickly ran to the back hall.

He can't outrun the wind. Seeing that there were still a few steps away from the door of the back hall, Feng'er sped up and approached Leng Biao, picked up the top door stick with his right hand, and swept it towards Leng Biao's legs. only heard two crisp sounds of "click", and Leng Biao fell to the ground.

"Bald Donkey...... Mistaken ......"

I fainted in pain.

No need to contribute capital, do a business without capital and make sure you don't lose money, it is the enlightenment given by the monks. It's okay now, and the bankrupt family can't make up enough silver taels to heal the legs, and the rest of my life can only be spent in bed.

Feng'er ignored Leng Biao, who fainted, and saw that there were lights in the back hall, and the sound of unhurried wooden fish came from inside.

Feng'er walked over and pushed open the door, and a monk was meditating facing north, knocking on the wooden fish with a chicken bone in his hand. There were chicken bones scattered on the ground, and an empty wine jar next to it fell to the ground. The scene is a bit funny, needless to say that this is a flower monk.

When the monk heard someone coming, he said without looking back:

"Didn't I tell you? I can't keep a living mouth, and it will cause endless harm to expose the hall. Send the Buddha to the west, and start harder. Amitabha!"

He thought that Leng Biao had come in, and thought that the screams in the courtyard just now were the people from Yeyingtang tearing up the tickets.

The sound was a little familiar, as if it had been heard somewhere.

"Wuchen!"

Feng'er couldn't help but blurt out.

The monk was shocked when he heard the word Wuchen, and suddenly turned around, just in time to meet Feng'er's four eyes.

"You're a bald donkey!

"Little called Huazi, the poor monk started late that day, let you get away with your life, and today the poor monk will send you to the West Heaven!"

After Wuchen finished speaking, he took out a big knife from under the futon he was sitting on and jumped up.

After Wuchen escaped from the Fuyun Temple, he ran wildly all the way. When I saw arrest notices posted everywhere, I had to walk day and night. He couldn't spend his money, and where to flee became a problem that bothered him. After thinking about it, I still have a bare-assed and big Fa Xiao Leng Biao in my hometown, so it's better to go to him first and let him find a place to avoid the limelight. So there are high-ranking monks, Yeyingtang, and Yeyingtang military divisions.

Feng'er raised a stick to beat him, and Wuchen stopped him with a knife. The two of you have fought back and forth for more than 30 years, and there is no winner or loser.

Feng'er was eager to win, and gradually accelerated the practice routine, and Wuchen couldn't see it.

Brilliant people. Although Wuchen shaved his hair, he can only be regarded as smart, but he knows how to judge the situation. He has seen Xiaohua's power, and if he continues to fight, he is afraid that he will suffer a loss. So he decided to come up with his own trick - run. Wu Ran ran is a master of running, and the best proof is that he has continued his life for more than ten days. The accomplices are dead, and he is still alive.

Wuchen made a false move, and when Feng'er parried, he shouted "go", and threw the big knife in his hand at Feng'er.

Feng'er saw Wuchen's big knife smashing towards him, and hurriedly stepped forward to intercept it with a stick. At this time, Wuchen turned around suddenly and quickly rushed out of the door.

Knocked down the big knife, Feng'er saw that the monk had run away, and hurriedly chased him out.

Leng Biao woke up from the pain, feeling that his legs were finished, and the lower half was no longer conscious. I was about to shout to send the little monk to save me, and the monk Wuchen came. However, the Bodhisattva who was still alive for the time being was fleeing for his life, blinded by the black light, not caring about what was on the ground, and like a wild donkey with his head off the leash, he stepped heavily on Leng Biao's newly broken left leg. Leng Biao howled in pain like a pig: "Ah......hhh Feng'er chased after Wuchen so hard that he forgot about Leng Biao lying on the ground, Wuchen just stepped on his left leg, and Feng'er stepped on his right leg. O Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves suffering! You send mercy to let him finish! Ah, it is also incisive, and before it is finished, he will faint and die.

Leng Biao was miserable enough, after listening to Fa Xiao's words, he wanted to do some business, but he took risks. It's underestimating the risk, because the risk continues.

Yan Hong tidied up her clothes, looked for Feng'er from the front hall to the back hall, and just approached the hall door, a big monk burst out from inside, and Feng'er followed. When Leng Biao screamed, through the faint light, he saw the black hall master lying on the ground, and his heart was indescribably happy.

"Yo, isn't this the cousin's brother? Why are you lying on the ground and pretending to be a bear? Are you up? I'll let you beat the old lady's idea! I'll let you beat the old lady's idea......"

Yan Hong said, raised her little foot and stomped on Leng Biao's heart more than ten times. I guess it's almost okay if this guy doesn't die.

Yan Hong relieved her hatred, thinking that she was still in the thief's den, and it was still dangerous to leave Xiao Hanako, so she hurriedly turned around and shouted:

"Brother Hanako, wait for me!"

Quickly followed out of the gate.

The six masked men who had gone to rob the inn had returned. A few people went to rob with great momentum, seeing that the gold and silver were in hand, they didn't want to be disturbed by a little flower, and they didn't see clearly how they were beaten, if they didn't run away frantically, the consequences would be unimaginable, so they covered their figures with big trees. When we meet a master, we can't afford to provoke it, and I hope that the tall and mighty monks and military divisions can close this field. Leng Biao swore sweetly that the gold and silver beauties who joined Yeyingtang and enjoyed it endlessly did not introduce risks, but they were originally playing with their lives. The gold and silver can't be divided, but fortunately, a woman was sent back in advance, and now go over to share the autumn colors equally, and then break up as soon as possible.

The six people observed for a while with the ghost fetus, and found that it was indeed missing, and Xiaohaoko approached the door with a complaint. Just about to go in, suddenly Wuchen rushed out, and Feng'er chased after him. They were dumbfounded, my mother! The military advisor was not Xiao Huazi's opponent, and the six of them began to doubt life. His ideals are too lofty, Yeyingtang is not a long-term shelter at all, and the military advisors have been beaten to chaos, what do we wine-colored people who have hurt their vitality count on? Run, if you are slow, you will have to worry about your life. There was no unified order, and the six men fled in all directions.

Wuchen panicked and ran along the path after rushing out of the woods. Feng'er chased after her, afraid that she would be lost if she ran slowly, and worried that she would run too far away from Yanhong, so she finally rescued her from the wolf's den, and didn't get caught by a few masked men who escaped, and there were more incidents. So, while he was chasing, he looked back at the distance of Yan Hong, who was closely behind.

Wuchen ran out of three or four miles, and suddenly a group of black people poured out in front of him, holding torches and shouting:

"Grab it, don't let it run!"

Wuchen was shocked, it must be Xiaohuazi's partner who moved in the officers and soldiers, and it was impossible to escape if he went forward. It's impossible to turn back, and Xiaohuazi is behind. Looking to the left is a small river, and the water quality is not good, and going down is equivalent to death. To the right, there is a compound with lights still on. Wuchen didn't have time to think about it, so he hid in it first.

As soon as Wuchen entered the gate, the wind had already arrived at the door. Wuchen ran into the compound and suddenly heard a voice say:

"Hey, hey, bald donkey, we're meeting again!"

When Wuchen looked up, he was so frightened that he almost collapsed to the ground.

Wu ran and ran became a mistake to run.