Feng Ji remained silent, took a piece of fragrant meat and stuffed it into his mouth, and said with a smile: "This meat tastes good, you can taste it." ”

Wang Xianliang understood, and said with a smile: "I'll try it." ”

The three of them pretended not to know anything, drank tea and ate meat.

At this time, I saw the Shaolin monk Yuanhui stand up and walk near Feng Ji and them.

But seeing him clasping his hands together, he smiled and said: "Amitabha, a few donors, the poor monk Shaolin Yuanhui, I want to ask a few people to make it convenient." ”

Feng Ji glanced at him and didn't speak.

Niu Daring immediately said: "Hey, monk, if you want food, don't talk about it." ”

Na Yuanhui was not angry, just smiled and said: "The donor has misunderstood, the poor monks want to buy three horses, can a few of them be convenient?" ”

"Of course, there will be no shortage of three donors in the silver money."

As he spoke, he took out a few gold ingots, each of which was not light, and he was afraid that it would cost more than ten taels.

This adds up to thirty taels.

You know, thirty taels of gold, that's a lot of money.

Generally, the price of a horse is about sixty or seventy thousand copper coins, which is equivalent to six or seven taels of gold.

Thirty taels of gold, it is naturally more than enough to buy Feng Ji and their inferior horses.

Feng Ji glanced at Yuan Hui, couldn't help but smile, and said: "The Shaolin faction is really magnanimous, as soon as it is gold, hehe, if you want me to say, what are the people in this world still doing farming?" It's better to become a monk and forget it. ”

Niu Daring suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, Brother Feng, what you said is reasonable, how can farming make money as a monk?" But I heard that Shaolin Temple is not collected by everyone, and those who have no money at home are not rare to receive. ”

Feng Ji smiled: "Oh? And this kind of thing? Shaolin accepts apprentices, but also depends on the value? ”

Niu boldly smiled: "Is that not it? Look at the rivers and lakes on this river, who can worship Shaolin and become a disciple of Shaolin laymen, which one is not a character with a head and a face? ”

"Not to mention the close, it's the Longmen Dart Bureau that was wiped out ten years ago, isn't that the Shaolin lay disciple?"

Wang Xianliang also smiled and said: "I heard that the last dart of the Longmen Dart Bureau is worth a thousand gold, hehe, it's a pity that this money has a life to take and a life to spend." Not to mention the loss of the dart, the whole family is still dead. ”

In the past ten years, the famous and decent factions led by the six major factions on the rivers and lakes have had a heavy grudge with the Heavenly Eagle Sect.

In order to track down Xie Xun's whereabouts over the years, the Shaolin Sect has killed many Heavenly Eagle Sect disciples.

Naturally, there are many Ziwei Hall disciples among them.

Therefore, as soon as Wang Xianliang and Niu boldly opened their mouths, they directly mocked the bald donkey.

When Monk Yuanhui saw their refusal, he felt angry in his heart.

When Feng Ji ridiculed him for the Shaolin faction, he was even more angry.

At this time, when I heard Niu Daring and Wang Xianliang singing and harmonizing, mentioning the tragedy of the Longmen Dart Bureau that year, my face suddenly changed!

"How daring, who are you!?"

Yuan Hui shouted, suddenly reached out with one hand, and suddenly grabbed the nearest cow boldly!

Niu Daring had already prepared, and immediately retreated, kicked over the stool, and smashed it into Yuanhui.

But he didn't want Yuan Hui to have a good job, so he punched it out, and with a bang, the stool exploded instantly, and sawdust flew wildly.

He was extremely fast, and with a slap of the Vedic palm, he slammed the cow on the chest.

Niu boldly practices horizontal kung fu, where can he do light work?

was just caught up by him in an instant, and he saw that this palm was about to fall.

Yuan Hui abruptly withdrew her hand and turned to hit behind her.

Boom!

Hearing a muffled explosion, Wang Xianliang's figure staggered, and he took a few steps back, only then did he unload Yuan Hui's Wei Tuo palm power.

His face was ugly, and he said coldly: "What a Shaolin Wei Tuo palm!" ”

Yuan Hui's face was cold: "It turns out that you are from the Heavenly Eagle Sect!" ”

When he made his hand just now, he had already seen the flying eagle pattern under the sleeves of Niu Dada's shirt.

The six major factions have been fighting with the Heavenly Eagle Sect for ten years, and they naturally know that the disciples of the Heavenly Eagle Sect will embroider such a flying eagle on the cuff of their clothes.

At this time, several other Shaolin monks also reacted and surrounded Feng Ji and the three of them.

One of them even shouted: "Demon Sect demons, don't you want to be caught?" ”

Niu Daring and Wang Xianliang subconsciously stood beside Feng Ji, one left and one right to take precautions.

Feng Ji slowly ate the last bite of fragrant meat, then clapped his hands, stood up, and said: "It is said that the world's martial arts come from Shaolin, but I want to see if Shaolin martial arts are really so powerful." ”

A young monk sneered: "My Shaolin martial arts are not powerful, how can you rats who hide their heads and tails not know?" Over the years, you have been hiding in Tibet, aren't you afraid of us? ”

Feng Ji suddenly laughed: "Hide your head and show your tail? Hahahaha, you think we're hiding from you? ”

He shook his head and laughed.

"Isn't it?" The monk sneered.

Feng Ji sneered: "You guys are also worthy?" ”

Niu boldly scolded: "My sect is to fight against the tyrannical yuan, the rebel army has risen, and it is natural and secretive, otherwise you so-called famous and decent people are also worthy of our Heavenly Eagle Sect to avoid it?" ”

"Senior brother, what do you say to this group of demon sect demons? Catch them, maybe you can force the traces of the white turtle Shou! A Shaolin monk yelled.

At that moment, four Shaolin monks rushed up and rushed over one after another.

Wang Xianliang and Niu Dang fought one against the other, and the two sides fought back and forth.

On Feng Ji's side, Monk Yuanhui folded his hands and said, "Donor, your fists and feet have no eyes, and the poor monk is unwilling to act rashly, so you can abolish your martial arts." ”

Feng Ji smiled, the monks of Shaolin Temple have too many hypocrisy.

This monk opened his mouth and let himself abolish his martial arts.

Don't they know that in this world, what is the difference between self-abandoning martial arts and being crippled?

Martial artists abandon their martial arts, it is better to die.

At this time, the last young monk had already rushed towards Feng Ji, about a meter away from Feng Ji, and suddenly a long punch hit Feng Ji in the chest!

The sound of the fist broke through the air and made a loud sound.

Although this young monk is not very old, he has also cultivated his internal strength.

Although it is not deep enough, it is also quite powerful, with the degree of third-rate rivers and lakes.

Boom!

The young monk punched Feng Ji in the chest.

Suddenly there was a muffled sound.

Feng Ji didn't dodge or dodge, feeling the depth of the other party's internal force, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly: "With this little ability, dare to come out and be embarrassed?" ”

"You-"

The young monk was shocked, his Shaolin Arhat boxing, which had already been cultivated, this punch, not to mention opening the stele and cracking the stone, could at least penetrate a solid wood.

How can it hit this person and it has no effect?

The other party didn't even shake it?

"Monk, if you punch me, I'll punch you, fair?"

The corners of Feng Ji's mouth grinned, revealing his white teeth, like a fierce beast that chose people to devour.

He spread out his palms and suddenly shook them violently.

The moment the five fingers were clenched, because the speed was too fast, the air in the palm of the palm didn't even have time to escape, and a low sonic boom was instantly emitted!

The air flowed from between his fingers, and he had clenched his palms into fists!

Such a terrible scene frightened the young monk on the spot.

Seeing this, Yuan Hui's pupils suddenly shrank, and he stomped on the ground suddenly, his body was like thunder, and he rushed in an instant, shouting in his mouth: "Huifeng, get out of the way!" ”

He yelled in his mouth, and the person had rushed behind the monk named Huifeng, and suddenly pulled Huifeng on the shoulder, trying to drag him back!

But at this moment, only a loud roar could be heard in the air.

The wind of terror is coming.

Huifeng's figure was pulled back sharply by Yuan Hui, and he withdrew a few meters in the blink of an eye.

However, the terrifying fist wind did not stop at all.

But he saw Feng Ji's right leg kick the ground violently, and in an instant, the ground exploded into potholes, the turf splashed, and the dirt flew.

Feng Ji shot out like a meteorite.

His face was cold, and he shouted: "Stay!" ”

Rumble!

But seeing his fist explode into the air, the terrifying air flow turned into a violent fist wind, tearing the air apart with a roar.

Before the fist arrived, the young monk named Huifeng burst his clothes, his chest and skin trembled, and he was blown by the fist and stirred up layers of flesh waves!

Bang ——!

The fist landed on the monk's chest, and there was an amazing muffled sound.

Monk Yuanhui only felt that his arm holding Huifeng's shoulder trembled violently.

The body flew out uncontrollably.

With a bang, he and Huifeng collided directly with the tables and chairs of the tea shop and shattered, and fell into the ruins.

Monk Yuan Hui was incredulous and hurriedly looked at Huifeng.

saw Huifeng's eyes wide, his face full of horror, and he had already died of anger.

Monk Yuanhui trembled and looked down at Huifeng's chest.

Suddenly, his pupils constricted, but he saw that a bloody hole had appeared in his apprentice's chest!

The visceral bones inside are clearly visible, and you can even see the grass under the wound!

"Huifeng!"

Yuan Hui roared violently, and her eyes instantly turned red.

It turned out that this punch actually pierced Huifeng's chest alive!

Yuan Hui raised her head sharply and looked at Feng Ji angrily.

Feng Ji slowly shook his hand and shook the blood stains away.

He smiled and said, "One punch for one punch, fair." ”

"Who the hell are you!"

Yuan Hui stared at Feng Ji deadly, hating to kill Feng Ji with her eyes!

Feng Ji grinned: "Heavenly Eagle Sect, Ziwei Hall, Feng Ji!" ”

Yuan Hui gritted her teeth, but she couldn't think of this person anyway.

At this time, the two Shaolin monks who were fighting against Niu Daring and Wang Xianliang had already stopped and retreated.

The eyes of the two were red, and one of them cried: "Senior Brother Huifeng! ”

"Master, senior brother, he ...... He ......"

Yuan Hui put down the corpse and quickly shouted, "You two go first!" ”

"Master!"

"Let's go!"

The two Huizi disciples, with red eyes, gritted their teeth, turned around and ran.

Feng Ji shook his head slightly: "Did I let you go?" ”

At that moment, he raised his foot and crushed it, and a stone hidden in the soil on the ground was exposed, and then Feng Ji kicked the stone violently.

With a whin, the stone shot out like an arrow.

Yuan Hui was shocked, hurriedly took out his palm, and hit the stone hard.

Poof——!

The stone shot through his palm in an instant, and he continued to shoot at the back of the head of a Shaolin disciple who had escaped.

"Be careful!"

Yuan Hui couldn't care about the pain that pierced her palm, and yelled angrily.

It's just too late, and the stone, with a bang, shot the back of the Shaolin disciple's head.

only heard a scream, the Shaolin disciple's skull exploded, and with a bang, the whole person fell to the ground.

Another disciple heard the screams and hurriedly turned around, and saw such a terrible scene.

He was immediately frightened, and shouted: "Senior brother! ”

He immediately turned his head and shouted: "Demon Sect demons, you must not die well-ah! ”

Before he could finish speaking, another stone shot out of his mouth, and his head exploded in an instant, splashing yellow and white things everywhere.

When Yuan Hui saw this scene, her eyes widened, her face was full of anger, she turned around suddenly, and roared wildly: "Demon Sect Demon, I'll fight with you!" ”

He jumped up, ran with his breath inside, poured his palms, and slammed into Feng Ji.

It is the Shaolin Wei Tuo palm!

As one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, Wei Tuozhang is extremely powerful and extremely difficult to practice.

Yuan Hui has practiced this skill for no less than 20 years, and she has been perfect.

This palm was full of strength, the palm power was emptied, and there was thunder in the air.

The wind howled all around, tearing the air and slapping violently!

Feng Ji's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth grinned: "It's a good time!" ”

But when I saw him, he didn't dodge, and he also bombarded with palm power!

But I saw that his hands were like iron casting, with a majestic aura, and his palms were full.

Thirteen Taibao - Iron Palm Gong!

The two palms intersected and collided violently.

In an instant, the palms struck, and the air shook!

The air flow centered on the palms of the two people, and suddenly exploded in all directions.

The air flow is like a circular ripple, visible to the naked eye!

It wasn't until a few tenths of a second later that the roar exploded!

The delay of this sound is only caused by the fact that the two of them are too fast, and the explosion of the internal force is too strong!

Bang ——!

A violent sound came, and the cow stared at the scene with wide eyes.

saw that the bald donkey's arms exploded directly, just like the original Yu Datong.

In an instant, pieces of flesh exploded and shot in all directions.

Compared with Yu Datong, the internal force of this bald donkey is obviously slightly stronger, but the wrist begins to explode and shatter.

Comminuted fracture of the forearm, and the fleshy limb still hangs from the elbow.

Yuan Hui's face turned pale in an instant, and Feng Ji's powerful internal force instantly penetrated into his body.

The five internal organs trembled violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He paddled more than ten meters on the ground, and with a bang, he hit a tree.

The big tree trembled violently, but after all, it still didn't hold on, and with a creak, it collapsed with a bang.

Yuan Hui's body slowly leaned against the broken tree, slipped and fell to the ground.

Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, staring at Feng Ji.

The internal organs in the body are torn apart, and he is forced to rely on a mouthful of internal breath to support him not to die.

"Horizontal practice...... Dacheng ......"

His lips pursed, and he spat out these four words.

Feng Ji walked up to him and said lightly: "How is it compared to your Shaolin "King Kong is not bad"? ”

He flipped through Yuanhui's clothes and found the gold ingot.

Yuan Hui spurted out another mouthful of blood, took his last breath, and said, "Evil ...... Demon...... Outside! ”

Feng Ji suddenly sneered, stood up, and said, "Is it only your Shaolin Martial Arts that is authentic in the world?" ”

"You claim to be upright, but you haven't seen how many people you have rescued and how many Mongolian Tatars you have killed, this is the compassion in your mouth?"

Yuan Hui didn't speak, just stared at Feng Ji.

Feng Ji raised his eyebrows and touched his neck, only to find that this Yuan Hui was dead.

At the moment, he couldn't help but shake his head: "What nonsense to talk about a dead man with you." ”

He turned around and left, and said, "Niu Daring, search for any money on the other bald donkeys." ”

"Great!"

Niu boldly smiled and immediately began to search.

Wang Xianliang also took the initiative to help, and the two rummaged through the remaining corpses, and found dozens of taels of broken silver and two copper coins.

Niu Daring couldn't help mentioning the corpse of the Shaolin monk and scolded: "These bald donkeys have so much money!" ”

Wang Xianliang was also full of disdain, and said: "Hmph, even a monk of the round character generation can carry so many silver taels with him, this Shaolin Temple is the richest sect in the world." ”

"Damn, our brothers on the front line, how many people have even dug up and eaten all the fucking wild vegetables, hungry and fighting with Mongolian Tatars, this group of people don't have to do anything, as long as they eat fasting and chant Buddha, they will earn a lot of silver, they really damn it."

Wang Xianliang was also indignant: "You should let the Mongolian Tatars destroy these so-called famous and decent families first!" ”

Feng Ji had already expected that the monk would not produce, eat fasting and recite Buddha, and in the troubled times, he occupied a large amount of fertile land and was naturally rich.

In a place like Shaolin Temple, which has been inherited for thousands of years, a large number of warrior monks have been trained, and the status of the rivers and lakes is lofty.

In order to catch up with the Shaolin faction, how many dignitaries and dignitaries spend money to worship their subordinates and mix with lay disciples.

Can Shaolin Temple run out of money?

In fact, all the major sects in the world are all local overlords.

Some sects speak even more effectively than the local government.

I heard that the people on the other side of Huashan have grievances, and they don't even go to the government, but find the heroes of Huashan to call the shots.

In this case, the major factions are naturally not short of money.

Of course, if you want to talk about being rich, the six major factions are not the richest.

The richest are the Haisha faction and the giant whale gang.

They controlled the water veins of the Central Plains, land transportation, overseas trade, salt and iron business, and all interfered.

In terms of making money, the six major factions are really inferior to these sects.

Of course, this is the world of martial arts after all, and strength comes first.

The Haisha Sect, the Giant Whale Gang, and the Divine Fist Sect, although they make money, they can't hold on without masters.

Although the Heavenly Eagle Sect has no money, it has many masters, and it can still fight with these sects for ten years.

Even back then, Xie Xun alone killed these sect leaders at the Wangpanshan Sword Conference.

It can be seen that in this world, money is not as good as fists.

Martial arts is the first, and big fists are the truth.

If it weren't for the Mongolian Tatars, the Heavenly Eagle Sect would really be able to sweep away the major gangs in Jiangnan.

Of course, if there were no Mongol Tatars, there would not be so many people joining the Aquila Cult.

A drink and a peck, it makes sense.

Feng Ji casually dropped a bunch of money, and said to the old man and girl who were so frightened that they got under the table: "Uncle, the broken things are ours, you keep the money, pack up your things and leave here early." ”

How dare the old man talk, and tremble under the table.

Feng Ji didn't care about him, turned over and got on the horse, and said boldly to Wang Xianliang and Niu: "Let's go, let's go to Xuancheng immediately." ”

"Emei and Shaolin are definitely not the first batch, it seems that the whereabouts of our White Altar Lord have really been leaked."

Wang Xianliang also turned on his horse and immediately said, "Are we going to intervene?" ”

Feng Ji smiled: "Why not? Aren't the Outer Five Altars members of the Heavenly Eagle Sect? ”

Niu Daring couldn't help but say: "Since the hall master disappeared, the people of the Xuanwu Altar don't want to see our Ziwei Hall, why save them?" ”

Feng Ji said lightly: "If we want to do big things, we can't just stare at this place of Ziwei Hall. ”

"Since they want to fight the Mongols, they naturally want helpers, they used to look down on Ziwei Hall, and they didn't give Ziwei Hall brothers a good face, that's because our Ziwei Hall is weak."

"If you fall behind, you will be beaten, and there is nothing to say about this."

"But since Ziwei Hall will be up to me in the future, then no one can look down on us anymore."

"Save him today, he must remember our kindness, and the Xuanwu altar can stand on our side."

"In the future, if the sect leader does not agree with me to control Ziwei Hall, I will also ask the brothers below if they agree."

Wang Xianliang looked at Feng Ji's gaze thoughtfully, admiring brightness more and more.

Niu boldly scratched his head and couldn't help asking, "What if he doesn't remember our kindness?" ”

"Ho ho ho, then he died in Wang Pan Mountain ten years ago!"

Damn, I stayed up all night to finish today's two chapters, and then I looked at the monthly pass, why is it already one thousand and one? Are you trying to force me to death? (crying)

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