At this moment, the old shopkeeper came to Xuanzang's table with a plate of dim sum with a limp, "Little monk, hurry up and go back to the temple after eating, your master should be worried if it's too late!"

The old shopkeeper said a few words, and then returned to the cauldron to add firewood and make tea.

"Hehe, that little monk, quickly send your plate of snacks to the master, look at your face, how do you look like a girl!" The pock-faced young man was sitting in front of Xuanzang, staring at Xuanzang's handsome face for a long time, the more he looked at it, the more angry he became, and it happened that the dim sum on his table had been eaten, and he shouted directly to Xuanzang, his tone was like greeting a subordinate.

Xuanzang originally wanted to punish this no-eyed pock-faced young man and the arrogant and domineering scarface after a while, but he didn't expect to provoke him again now, he smiled lightly, stood up, and walked to him with a snack.

"Amitabha, donor, you are the first mortal who dares to speak like this to a poor monk!"

After that, Xuanzang smashed a plate of dim sum directly on the face of the pock-faced young man, and the pockmarked face was directly sunken in, the flesh and blood were blurred, and with a little finger, he directly shot the pock-faced young man five or six meters high in the air, and then threw it heavily on the ground.

"Bang!"

The violent impact sound directly caused the numb-faced young man's waist to be hit hard, his lower body lost control, and urine and urine seeped directly out of his crotch.

"My mother, it hurts to death!" ah......hhhhh

"What?" The other three Blackwater Gang disciples looked at Xuanzang in surprise.

This kind of kung fu is no longer something they can fight against, so they quickly slipped away to watch from a distance, and they didn't have any thoughts of standing up for their companions.

Xuanzang released a clear magic technique, and the pock-faced young man woke up from his coma again and continued to wail.

"Amitabha, did the donor feel the pain? When you bullied others, did you consider the feelings in the hearts of others?" Xuanzang said with a smile, unheard of the numb-faced youth's painful screams and intermittent begging for mercy.

"Spare your life!"

"Save Me ......"

The pock-faced youth stretched out his hand to summon his companion, his tone hoarse, as his expression of pain became extremely distorted, making people look like evil spirits.

When the three heard the pock-faced young man asking them for help, not only did they not come back, but instead ran farther away with their knives, for fear that Xuanzang, a bad star, would come to them for trouble.

Xuanzang's eyes swept away, and the scar-faced young man had hair on his back, and then he felt a sharp pain in his lower body, and his leg bones shattered directly with a "snap", and he fell to the ground directly in the middle of running, and the ashes were brought up, and then choked directly into his mouth.

"Ah...... cough cough cough ......"

Hysterical cries of pain rang out, and the scar-faced young man's face distorted, tears lingering from the pain.

Scarface was also punished by Xuanzang for what he had done before, although it was a bit heavy, but he couldn't harm anyone else in his life.

Seeing this, the other two disciples of the Blackwater Gang ran faster, and seemed to be stimulated to their potential, and after running for more than ten miles in a row, the two of them stopped with all their strength and lay on the ground gasping for breath in front of the sun.

"Then the monk shouldn't catch up!"

"It should ...... Fortunately, the two of us were not too arrogant and forgetful in the tea stall, and the iron and hemp faces were too floating after entering the Blackwater Gang, so we didn't meet a master, and kicked the iron plate, we can have a long memory in the future, and we must not despise anyone......"

"Yes, walking the rivers and lakes, the tricks must be bright!"

"I'm tired! I didn't have time to drink saliva, and now I feel numb in my legs!"

......

Xuanzang will cast a sober spell to keep the pock-faced young man awake, and then crush his leg bones inch by inch.

"Ah...... Leave me alone, I know it's wrong!"

Xuanzang had a kind smile on his face, and this smile fell on the pock-faced young man like a demon, and his heart was full of fear and suffering.

The sharp pain in his body almost made him collapse, but a cool feeling in his mind forced him to wake up.

The pain seems to never end.

"Please, kill me!"

"Amitabha, it's really strange that the donor has such a request, forget it, the poor monk is kind to others, and he will not refuse the request of others, go and go!"

After Xuanzang finished speaking, he waved his sleeves, and the numb-faced young man's consciousness was shattered, and he went directly to the west sky, relieved in pain.

"Good, good, good! The poor monk does a good deed every day!"

Everyone watching on the side looked at Xuanzang with awe.

"This adult's strength must be far beyond that of an ordinary third-level martial artist, otherwise he would not have killed the disciples of the Black Water Gang!"

"Be quiet, the adults haven't left yet!"

The two merchants on the side of the road hid behind the carriage and discussed.

The old shopkeeper of the tea stall was even more in his heart than others, and secretly said in his heart: "The monk is really something that cannot be provoked in the rivers and lakes, but I didn't expect that this little master in front of me turned out to be a hidden master!"

Xuanzang didn't care about the others, took a few steps, disappeared directly in place, and used a spiritual power to cure the old shopkeeper's leg disease before leaving.

The old shopkeeper is a good person, before he was taken away by the pock-faced young man, he even gave himself a free one, with kindness and conscience in his heart, Xuanzang didn't mind reciprocating one or two, after all, this was a gesture for him.

Next to the tea stall, the old shopkeeper suddenly felt a hot current surging from his left leg, and his thigh, which had always been unable to move, became stronger.

The old shopkeeper looked at the direction of Xuanzang's departure in shock, and was even more surprised in his heart, "This ...... Could it be that I met a martial immortal? my leg is actually healed!"

The old shopkeeper was overjoyed, but on the surface, he was silent, still pretending to be lame, and took the tea stall home early.

The two low-level disciples of the Blackwater Gang are dead and crippled here, if they are investigated here, there will definitely be no good thing, the old shopkeeper is clear-minded, and he has a very clear understanding of the style of these people in the rivers and lakes, and plans to avoid the limelight in his hometown first, and then come out to set up a stall in a few days.

Xuanzang left the tea stall, found a place with green mountains and green waters, and opened up a cave to retreat in it.

Inside the Chaos Bead, a leaf-shaped world suddenly appeared in the chaotic air current.

This change shocked the three Tiger Power Great Immortals who were cultivating in the bubble world, and they were directly stunned when they saw the arrival of this incomparably huge world.

"Holy Monk, is this pulling a world in?" Yang Li Daxian said in surprise as he grabbed his beard.

Huli Daxian flew to the side of the Negu World, felt the qi inside it, and said with a cautious expression: "This world is not ordinary!"

At this moment, Xuanzang's figure appeared in the Chaos Bead, "The three of you can go by yourself, this Negu world was taken by the poor monk, and there are friends from the Negu clan living in it, you will meet later!"

The three of Huli Daxian hugged their fists and bowed back, went to a distance, and used their magic power to sort out the small turbulence in the Hongmeng world, with their current strength, they could only help sort out those turbulence that were not very large.