What kind of behavior will a monk who has been bowed down by countless people outside behave after being insulted like this in front of him?

The old Taoist priest told He Fang with practical actions.

He was furious, and his mouth was full of words.

This time, he didn't hide it anymore, the white jade sword was cut in the palm of his hand, and suddenly, blood sprayed wildly, and at the same time, his palm also grabbed the white jade sword.

The white jade sword was stained with blood, and suddenly, it also lit up with a dazzling streamer.

"Evil, death!" the old Taoist priest shouted, and then raised his hand into the air.

The white jade sword flew up in response, and its brilliance was shining, shooting straight in the direction.

And then......

"Horn chirp".

Fell to the ground.

“......”

“......”

The eyes meet again.

The scene is really embarrassing.

The old Taoist priest's eyes were like light bulbs.

As for He Fang, like no one, he quickly picked up the white jade sword that fell in front of him, wiped the blood that had lost energy on it with his hand, and then took it into his arms.

Energy +300.

The old Taoist priest's operation is simply stable.

But who thinks it's not enough, a person's potential is actually very large, it depends on how you guide, as long as you guide it properly, the blood can soar a little more violently.

For example, cut off an arm, cut a major artery or something.

Come on, you can!

He Fang worked very hard this time, twisted his ass five times in a row, and then stretched out two fingers, and kept hooking at the old Taoist......

The meaning is straightforward.

If you have any magic weapons, go ahead and use them!

The old Taoist priest was furious!

But he really didn't understand why the tried and tested flying sword killing technique didn't work?

It doesn't matter, though.

The important thing is that the guy in front of him has provoked him again.

The old Taoist's face instantly turned into a pig's liver color, since he studied diligently for thirty years and learned the "magic" out of the mountain, there has never been such a defeat today, not only did he not kill, but the flying sword was also collected by the other party?

"Ah!" the old Taoist priest was furious, and he squirted out again.

Then, he felt as if it was ......

An accident!

Yes, this was an accident, what he wanted to see was that the old Taoist priest took out a few more magic weapons to compare, but the result was that the people directly gave him a mouthful of blood.

"Alas......" He Fang sighed.

Energy +300.

And just when he felt that this wave of windfall was too pleasantly surprised, the old Taoist's hands suddenly moved, and he kept drawing on his chest, as for the blood that spurted out......

It was brought together by the hands of the old Taoist priest in front of him, and the calligraphy and painting became a "blood talisman" the size of a basin, which looked like a thunderbolt.

Then, He Fang saw the old Taoist priest raise his palms high and shout loudly in his mouth.

"Look at the deity's Leifa!"

“......”

He Fang looked at the old Taoist priest blankly, and then looked up at the sky where the bright moon hung high, so, in fact, the mouthful of blood just now was not spewed out of anger, but used to cast the thunder method?

Well, this wave of operations is still a thief.

He Fang didn't react at all.

In the end, he spread his hands and looked helpless.

And the old Taoist priest is crazy.

There was no reaction at all, how could it be that there was no reaction at all?!

By this time, he had to re-examine the guy in front of him in a strange costume, the flying sword was collected, and the spell was useless?

His gaze was fixed on He Fang's body for a full ten seconds, and then, finally, he came to a conclusion.

This seemingly young guy in front of him......

Actually, a powerful extraterritorial monk!

Very prickly!

At this point, he already understood that today's matter might not be good, after all, the other party made it clear that he was looking for trouble, and he took the lead in attacking the enemy.

At this time, it is impossible to beg for mercy or turn around and run away.

This is because this is an unwritten "rule" that has always been observed between native monks and foreign monks.

To put it simply, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, and between monks from different regions, either there will be no war, and once a war starts, it will inevitably end up in an endless end.

He Fang didn't know what the old Taoist priest thought.

He was waiting patiently, waiting for the old Taoist priest to throw out some magic weapon again, or a spell or something, it was best to have a salary draw or something.

But he soon realized that something was wrong.

Because, the old Taoist priest actually began to loosen his clothes and untie them.

"......" He Fang was a little confused.

What kind of plot is this? Is it an unspoken rule? But he doesn't have a hobby in this area? People in this world are really weird.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the old Taoist priest take out a black cloth bag from his body.

With an antique feel.

There is also a strange pattern embroidered on it with silver thread, which looks like a fierce beast with its mouth open, which is very delicate.

"Smack!" the cloth bag was thrown in front of him.

He blinked, not knowing whether he should pick it up, or should he pick it up?

And then......

And he picked it up.

"Your Excellency is a foreign master, today my Zhushan monk is also convinced, even so, my gains in this life will be all owned by Your Excellency, I only ask Your Excellency to give a good time, so that I will not succumb to death, and I can use my blood to dye this Zhushan red!" said the old Taoist priest very tragically.

He didn't react at once, how did this plot turn into this?

Why does the style of painting change?

But there was one thing, he understood.

The old Taoist priest seems to want to die.

Then, he saw the old Taoist boxer rushing towards him with his empty fists and bare arms, with an unwilling despair and hideousness on his face.

Therefore, everything the old Taoist priest did just now was to tell him that he just wanted to die happily?

This is a question to be scored......

It's not too fast.

He Fang smiled happily, he felt that it was time to show the decisiveness of a wave of real men, seeing that the old Taoist priest rushed to the front, he also took a step and punched out.

Let's die!

But just when he felt that the old Taoist priest should close his eyes, he saw the old Taoist priest also punch him.

What do you mean?

Don't you want to go with peace of mind?

What's going on with each other?

Therefore, what the old Taoist priest meant just now was that he wanted to see where he was powerful before he died, and where did he die under his "tricks"?

"This evil old way, it's a bit interesting......" When He Fang thought like this, he felt a force like a mountain and a sea of mountains pouring out of the old Taoist's fist.

"Whew!"

His body flew up three or four meters high, and then hit a bamboo.

"Click!" the bamboo snapped.

He Fang sat down on the ground with a confused face.

This plot is not right......

In the end, which historical brick family is ashamed to analyze that the physical fitness of the Fang Shi is not good, just like the magicians of the Western world are weak chickens?

Where the hell is this weak chicken?

One can beat him at least ten, right?

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