Seeing the black fat man and a group of people viciously killing, the people around him immediately scattered, leaving only the thick-eyed young man standing in place stunned.

"Cripple this kid for me. In the shouts of the black fat man, the strong men rushed towards the thick-eyebrow boy.

"This brother, you really don't talk about morality...... Oops!" the thick-eyebrow boy was punched before he could finish his sentence.

Two fists are invincible to four hands, and heroes can't stand up to many people.

For martial artists in the Qi realm, cultivation represents the amount of strength, generally speaking, no matter how strong a person is, it is not comparable to the strength of ten people combined.

Although the thick-eyebrow young man said that he was already practicing Qi Fivefold Heavenly Cultivation and had sufficient strength, he couldn't withstand the fists and feet of these strong men, and each of these strong men had martial arts, so that the thick-eyebrow young man had a blue nose and swollen face in an instant, and the blood flowed, and he was pressed to the ground without jumping a few times, unable to move.

"Shameless, despicable, you don't respect martial arts at all!" shouted the thick-eyed boy.

"Damn, what bullshit martial arts, if you let Lao Tzu make a fool of himself in public, Lao Tzu will abolish you in public. The black fat man shouted and pulled out a dagger from his waist, and made a gesture in front of the thick-eyebrow boy, aiming at the thick-eyebrow boy's veins and about to stab down.

"Don't ......" the thick-eyebrow boy screamed, trembling all over, but he could only watch everything happen.

If the other party cuts off his veins, then he will not be able to practice martial arts for the rest of his life, which is equivalent to abolishing him.

The onlookers were frightened one by one, they didn't dare to speak out, let alone stop them, they seemed to be afraid of the black fat man and his gang.

But just as the dagger stabbed him, a white palm pinched the black fat man's mouth, making the dagger unable to move.

"Amitabha, this stupid fat benefactor, please stop. What followed was a calm, clear voice.

"Just a little bald donkey, how dare you call me stupid and fat?" The black fat man looked back and found that the other party was a bald little monk, and he was immediately furious, and his black hair trembled.

Needless to say, the person who made the shot was Hu Lai.

"Yes, stupid fat donor, please put down the butcher's knife. Hu Lai said lightly.

"Lao Tzu just won't let go, what can you do?" the black-haired fat man tried hard to wave his arm, but found that his right hand seemed to be caught by iron tongs, and immediately roared angrily.

"Then get out!" Hu Lai was not patient, seeing that the black-haired fat man was not persuaded and was too fierce, he directly stretched out his right palm and slapped the other party.

Syllable!

Even if this slap does not use internal force, it is infinitely powerful, and the black fat man with a crisp sound of a slap, the whole person is like a big winter melon, and he instantly rolls out far away.

Oh!

I have to say that this black-haired fat man has rough skin and thick meat, and after receiving such a big slap, he didn't faint, but covered his red and swollen cheeks, and shouted to his subordinates: "You guys...... Why are you stupid looking, beat this little bald donkey to death for me, and abolish the little bald donkey!"

The five big and three thick hands immediately pounced.

Who knew that Hu Lai took a step ahead and raised his fist to fight.

Even if ordinary people have practiced martial arts and reached the realm of qi training, more than ten or twenty together are by no means the enemy of the foundation building martial artists, not to mention that Hu Lai's ears and eyes are psychic, and he has a thousand catties of strength in every move, even if he does not use internal force, he has the combat power equivalent to that of a foundation building martial artist.

As a result, the battle ended in a few breaths, and the seven or eight strong men were beaten all over the ground looking for teeth, and they fell to the ground and groaned, all of them were half-dead, with broken bones and tendons.

The black fat man trembled with fright, and after begging for mercy, he fled without a trace with a few of his handicapped subordinates.

The crowd of onlookers stared at each other.

Didn't they all say that the monk couldn't fight back and scolded back?

Why is this highly respected master of Nyolai so fierce?

No, it's just murderous!

"So powerful, so strong! He is really a master of Rulai!" The thick-eyed boy who had just been beaten was already dumbfounded.

Just now, he despised the little monk in front of him, thinking that the other party would not dare to fight with him, and he had been hiding it for a long time, and he disdained to do anything with him.

The opponent's move was as fast as lightning, and it only took three punches and two kicks to beat all the strong men who beat him down, this martial arts is really scary.

It seems that he is really a dog and looks down on people!

But the master in front of him is only the same size as himself, and he is estimated to be younger than himself, but he has such a fighting power against the sky, could it be that the other party has already built a foundation for martial arts?

No way!

The thick-eyebrow boy retorted to himself in his heart.

Martial arts foundation builders are martial artists who have cultivated an internal skill, and an internal skill often takes decades of cultivation to become successful, so the vast majority of martial artists are in their thirties and forties, and those who are in their twenties will be called geniuses.

He had heard of one or two geniuses in their twenties who built a foundation, but he had never heard of a genius who could build a foundation in his teens, if there was, it was definitely a martial arts wizard that was rare in a hundred years.

If the other party is not a foundation martial artist, then why is the martial arts so strong?

The thick-eyed boy is messy......

"Thank you Master Rulai for saving me, the villain can't be repaid. He struggled to get up, clasped his fists at Hu Lai, and bent his waist very low.

"Amitabha, with a gesture, the donor is so worried. ”

Hu Lai smiled slightly, and simply inquired about the Qingyumen: "Donor, I heard that you want to become a disciple of the Qingyumen, so you are here to perform your arts, and it takes a lot of silver taels to enter the Qingyunmen?"

"Yes, the villain is obsessed with martial arts, and he has also practiced martial arts since he was a child, but I heard that Qingyumen has recently accepted disciples, and as long as he pays ten taels of silver, he can participate in the disciple selection, so he specially accumulated some silver taels and prepared to sign up. The thick-eyed young man said respectfully.

"I see. Hu Lai nodded slightly.

In the Eight Desolations Continent, the Daomen forces are absolutely in the ascendancy, and there are branches of their sects everywhere, while the Buddhism Sect is only a second-rate force, and it cannot be compared with a behemoth like the Daomen at all, so it is suppressed by the Daomen everywhere.

In addition, the Daomen's Dao magic power is also famous, I heard that Dao cultivators can call the wind and rain, manipulate thunder and lightning flames, and control the power of heaven and earth elements, compared to martial artists, I don't know how much stronger.

Martial arts are also overcome, and their status is far inferior to that of cultivators, unless the martial artist has practiced martial arts into a supernatural power, the situation will change.

If a Daoist sect openly recruits disciples, it will definitely attract countless people to sign up, not to mention that Qingyumen is the largest Daoist sect within a radius of a hundred miles.

"At present, the immortals of Qingyumen have opened a gym in Baiyun Town, and the villain took the money and was about to go to that gym to sign up, hoping to practice Taoism and soar to the sky from then on. The thick-eyed young man looked at him with great ambitions.

Hu Lai didn't say anything when he saw this, and then he politely refused the request of the thick-eyed young man to repay his kindness with a lot of money, and went away in the cheers of passers-by.

"It's a pity that I haven't been fated to him. Hu Lai shook his head slightly.

It can be seen from the conversation that this thick-eyebrow young man is a simple-minded martial arts idiot, and he is definitely the best choice to be an apprentice, so Hu Lai just came to the rescue of the other party, and used thunder methods, just to show his martial arts, deter others at the same time, and convince the other party.

It's a pity that this thick-eyebrow young man wants to enter the Qingyumen to learn Taoism, and he already has a heart, so he doesn't plan to force the other party, after all, follow him back to the dilapidated and old Leiyin Temple to be a monk, and the other party may not be willing.

In a word, Buddha is destined to be a person, and at present, he has not yet reached the master-apprentice fate with this thick-eyed young man.

"This Qingyumen's tentacles are really long enough, and they don't even let go of a poor rural area like Baiyun Town, what are they trying to do?" Hu Lai was puzzled in his heart about Qingyumen's large-scale recruitment of disciples.

And if the other party is allowed to develop like this, sooner or later he will have a conflict with his Leiyin Temple, which is not good news for himself, the abbot of Leiyin Temple.