Dongfang Fu was taken aback, this monk didn't agree with him and started directly, if he was a hot-tempered person, it was not necessarily true, from the previous question and answer, the other party was obviously not such an irrational person.

If his guess is correct, I'm afraid that the question is false, and the real purpose of this monk is him.

Seeing that the monk didn't leave any affection, Dongfang Fu decisively pulled out his sword, he pulled the stupid Xiao Er to the side, and at the same time jumped downstairs, when he flew down, he sent the sword with his backhand, and the blade turned into a streamer, hitting the purple gold light wheel.

Boom——!

I only heard a loud roar, and the entire staircase of the inn was shaken into debris by this domineering force, and the sword light was scattered, only to see that in the smoke and dust, the golden-purple Buddhist French slowly rose like clouds and rain.

"Evil ways are punished!"

A broken cry came from the smoke and dust, and then the monk jumped out, his legs fell and smashed two big pits on the floor, only to see his horse step steadily, his hands folded, and the purple gold Buddha culture made countless streamers, all of which shot towards the east.

Dongfang Fu made a move with his right hand, and the sword rose into the sky, slashing an elegant trajectory in the air, turning into a flying light and falling into his hand, and then he threw the sword out, holding the sword in both hands, and the sword flew in front of him like a turntable, so that the golden light was all in vain.

The monk shouted angrily, the purple gold light around his body shone brightly, and two streamers wrapped around his arm, as if he was in iron armor, he ran like a mad cow, and the ground was ploughed out by him with two traces.

"Drink!"

The monk threw two punches, and the terrifying force rubbed the air, as if he could see a fire burning on the fist, accompanied by the piercing sound of tearing the wind, and the condensed fist smashed on the sword.

Under the great force, the sword was like a small boat in a storm, and the exploding air swept in all directions, catapulting the sword directly out, turning into a faint glimmer of light, and slanting into the door frame of the inn.

Dongfang Fu's eyes sank, but he was not attached to the sword, but withdrew the sword technique, turned his hands into palms, and quickly hit the stiff arm several times with the method of overcoming rigidity with softness.

The monk snorted, and his two arms seemed to be wrapped in a thousand layers of weight at this moment, making him wave as if he was carrying a mountain forward, which was extremely difficult.

But he actually forcibly broke the blockade of internal strength, roared and picked up his two stiff arms as sticks, and smashed one hammer after another at Dongfang Fu, who was dexterous in footwork, dodged two punches, but still couldn't dodge the third punch.

Dongfang Fu Dark Dao was not good, and hurriedly crossed his arms to resist, and the terrible force smashed on his hand, his arm seemed to be run over by a carriage, and he was unconscious in an instant.

A wisp of blood vomited out of his mouth, Dongfang Fu retreated again and again, this battle seemed to be his defeat, but the monk's situation was not good.

The other party was sealed by him, and he forcibly broke through but injured the inside, at this time, I saw that the green tendons of his arms were irregularly bursting up, and his arms were blue and black, and he was also like the end of a strong crossbow, unable to move.

Dongfang breathed a sigh of relief, he saw that the other party was difficult to do, so he planned to sit down and ask again, but unexpectedly, this monk was simply a madman, and the other party ignored the internal injuries and forcibly waved his arm to hit again.

"Oops!"

Dongfang Fu didn't expect that the other party would be seriously injured and kill himself, he didn't react for a while, seeing that the fist was about to fall on the front door, when the lightning was blazing, the door of the inn behind him was pushed open with a bang, and a pitch-black seal flew in.

The black mark was like a heavy hammer, and it hit the monk's chest directly, causing people to fly backwards like cannonballs, knocking over the counter in the corner, and the whole person was embedded in the wall of the inn in a large shape.

"Ahem!"

The monk coughed up a mouthful of blood, and he stared at the open door of the inn, the fluttering snow whistling in, and a faint figure loomed in the white world.

"You, you."

The monk stared at a pair of dead eyes, and finally stopped moving.

Dongfang Fu stood up in shock, turned his head to look outside the inn, and left some footprints on the snow, which were soon covered by the flying snow.

"Who is it" Dongfang Fu muttered to himself, he retrieved the sword, this time cautiously he approached the monk, and only after making sure that the other party was really not breathing did he put the sword into the sheath.

The movement of the fight woke up the guests in the inn, but when they saw the mess in the lobby, everyone closed their mouths in unison.

Only a scolding old man complained: "It's these stinky monks again." ”

Dongfang Fu's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly caught up with the man and asked, "This senior, do you know the origin of these monks?" ”

The old man's beard has turned gray, and he is already an old man, and there is nothing wrong with Dongfang repeating a senior shout.

Seeing a little Taoist priest blocking the way, the old man waved his hand angrily: "The old man and Niu Bi have nothing to say, get out of here." ”

After saying that, he pushed away Dongfang Fu, who was blocking the way, turned his head and entered the room, watching the lively guests quickly go back to rest, Dongfang Fu looked at the old man's closed door, thoughtful.

The night passed, and the next morning, the old man's door was knocked open, and he still had a complaining face, scolding and scolding at the little two with an eager face: "What to do, the old man doesn't owe you money." ”

"What did the guest officer say, the villain is here to bring you breakfast." As he spoke, Xiao Er hurriedly beckoned a few helpers behind him and brought the delicacies into the room.

The other guests who passed by were surprised, this old man was dressed in tatters, and he chose the cheapest food and accommodation, if it wasn't for the other party to pay, everyone almost thought he was a beggar, but they didn't expect this person to be so generous, and sure enough, people can't look good.

"Nothing to do."

The old man muttered, but he didn't refuse those delicacies, but instead ate and munched on them without care, his movements could be described as rude, and the hungry ghost's reincarnated way of eating made Xiao Er's eyes twitch.

After eating and drinking, the old man burped and asked, "Did the bull nose ask you to send these things yesterday?" ”

Xiao Er nodded again and again: "It was sent by the Taoist master yesterday." ”

"Hmph, Taoist priest of the Qingcheng faction."

The old man wiped his mouth and said: "You go and tell him that the monk did come to him yesterday, but don't worry, those Fanbang monks are just a few old dogs who are struggling to breathe, don't worry." ”

"Okay." Xiao Er nodded and bowed, the movement yesterday scared him so much that he was still frightened, what was the origin of this old man, he was so angry.

It's a pity that the old man went back to bed directly after speaking, and after a while, he snored like thunder, Xiao Er had no choice but to retreat with curiosity, and relayed these words to Dongfang Fu.

Dongfang replied to Xiao Er's doubts even more, he had the heart to ask, but the other party's door was closed, and he was not easy to break into, so he had no choice but to put down the matter first.

During the day, he walked around the streets and bought some things, but he couldn't wait for the news of Miss Ah Lan, Dongfang Fu sighed, it seems that the trouble that the other party said was not the monk yesterday.

Come to think of it, if it is just a few monks, with the identity and martial arts of Miss A Lan's Hongchenke, it is easy to get rid of the other party, so why bother to let him make a move.

Dongfang Fu pondered until it was dark, but his stomach did not agree, so he had to eat first, and after ordering some food, he suddenly saw an uninvited old man coming across the table.

"Senpai." Dongfang Fu hurriedly got up and saluted.

"Where did you get so many rules," the old man complained, and when he looked at the table, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Hey, you have hooves, I didn't expect you to be quite good at eating this bull's nose." ”

As he spoke, the old man unceremoniously picked up the hoof and gnawed it, and ordered a pot of wine by the way, which was naturally counted in Dongfang Fu's account, but the latter just smiled and said, "Senior, please use it." ”

The two of them, one old and one young, one eats like a wild boar, and the other is slow and methodical, which is also a strange scene, and other guests frequently look sideways.

After eating, the old man actually fell asleep on the table, and Dongfang Fu's words were blocked back into his throat when he wanted to speak, so he had to call Xiao Er and ask the other party to help send the old man back to the room.

The old man didn't look heavy, but he was actually quite meaty, and after carrying the other party back to the bed, Xiao Er was so tired that he couldn't speak, Dongfang Fu gave the other party some reward, and then turned around and left.

And just as he was about to leave the door, the snoring on the bed stopped.

"Boy, the old man ate two meals from you, if you don't say anything at all, I'm afraid you want to mutter behind the old man's back, I'll give you a sentence today, which can save your life." The old man reclined on the couch, facing inward, and said without looking back.

Dongfang Fu was stunned, and hurriedly turned around and said, "Senior, please speak." ”

"Go back to Qingcheng Mountain, Yushu Lao Dao will not teach his disciples, but his martial arts are still top-notch, and with him protecting you, you will not lose your life." The old man said in a calm tone.

Dongfang Fu was not surprised that the other party saw his origin, and it was strange not to see it.

He was silent for a long time, and then saluted again: "The seniors are kind, and the juniors understand it, but the juniors have something to do when they go down the mountain this time." ”

"Your life is gone, no matter how many things you have, you can't do it," the old man's tone was heavier: "Go back to Qingcheng Mountain, there are more than one or two families in this place who want your life, the old man can save you once, but only this once." ”

Dongfang Fuzheng said: "Thank you for the advice of the seniors, but the juniors can't go back." ”

"Humph! Stubborn! ”

The old man turned over and jumped up and squatted on the bed, his face full of wine suddenly filled with murderous intent, and he saw that he was holding a bamboo cane in his hand, and he was directly facing Dongfang Fu as he spoke.

"Instead of asking someone else to catch and torture you, it's better for the old man to send you a happy time!" The old man hit him with a stick, and his momentum was like a tiger descending the mountain, Dongfang Fu only felt as if there was a big mountain in front of him, and the domineering coercion made him unable to move even a finger, so he had to watch the stick fall.

At this moment, another familiar scene was repeated in front of Dongfang Fu's eyes, only to see a black mark flying over, smashing straight on the old man's body, making people vomit blood and fly out, even the stick in his hand deviated from the track, and landed at Dongfang Fu's feet, and most of the floor on the second floor of the entire inn collapsed.

The crackling sound was like firecrackers, the huge inn trembled violently, Dongfang Fu saw that the inn was about to collapse, and hurriedly turned over and jumped onto the roof, only to see that the old man also fled, and there was another mysterious woman who appeared together.

The woman's lotus steps moved slowly, a black robe fluttered gently in the wind and snow, like fat like jade, on the neck, is a cold and beautiful face, especially the cold eyes, as if there is no temperature, just being watched, it makes people seem to have a feeling of suffocation.

Dongfang Fu didn't dare to breathe, he looked at the strange woman and held his breath, only to hear the old man on the other side scolding angrily: "Demon girl! You've shown up! Today, the old man is going to go up and down for the beggars—"

Bang!

The woman's robe flicked, and two black marks flew out one after another, blending into a round of purple evil sun rising in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it exploded and turned into countless pitch-black star dusts, drowning the old man in an instant.

The thunder and roar gradually subsided, the black clouds drifted away, and the old man had fallen in a pool of blood, and the woman looked down and looked away.

"Wait, you're it" Seeing that the woman was leaving, Dongfang Fu hurriedly spoke.

The woman stopped, but didn't look back, just said in an indifferent tone: "That person is the former elder of the beggar gang, from the Dirty Clothes faction, the person you hate the most is Lu Seventeen, your senior brother is good friends with Lu Seventeen, this matter is known to the world, you are here, and the people who want to kill you in the world are also here." ”

With that, the woman paused for a moment, and then said, "Go back." ”

Then, with a little footstep, her figure quickly disappeared into the night, leaving Dongfang Fu to ponder in place.