Qi Idiot rushed to Huiming, raised his palm, clenched his fist homeopathically, banged twice, Huiming was punched twice, threw his face without changing color, took more than three steps back, and let out a sigh of relief.

The fairy in the painting couldn't help but exclaim: "It's so hard, few people can withstand these two punches without falling, this bald donkey really has some ability." ”

Hui Ming retreated to the side, concentrated his energy, and pronounced a Buddha horn, and the surrounding true qi flowed turbulently, forming a strong wind, which was pervasive in all directions.

Qi Idiot was so hot-tempered, but when he saw this, he couldn't help but praise: "Good kung fu!" and then asked: "Monk, where did you learn this Vajra not bad magic skill?"

Hui Ming smiled and admired: "Amitabha, the donor has good eyesight, this Vajra is not bad and the little monk is not specialized, he was fifty-three years old at the time, and he only practiced to the seventh layer, which is far worse than the family master Falan Jushi." ”

Ling Bo stood aside, frowning, as if he was a little worried about Qi Idiot, he couldn't help but beat the drum in his heart, and said with a slight worry: "This monk's King Kong is not bad and has reached the seventh layer, and the knife and axe chop do not leave a trace, I don't know if he can cope with it." ”

In the painting, the fairy opened the folding fan, fanned the wind on his face, and said with a smile: "Little sister, if you are invincible, the three of us will be invincible side by side." ”

Ling Bo nodded, his face was not worried, but his heart was ready to fight the monk for his life at any time.

Huiming stood in place and silently recited the Buddhist scriptures, as if Qi idiot was not fighting with him, Qi idiot saw his leisurely and complacent appearance, and the ignorant karmic fire in his heart was inexplicably ignited, and he stepped forward quickly, slapping and punching, Huiming still silently recited the Buddhist scriptures, and had no idea of fighting back.

Qi idiot hit more and more urgently, the more anxious he hit, and finally he was so tired that he panted, seeing this scene, he said: "If you fight like this, I'm afraid I haven't hurt him at all, and I'll be tired to death first, it seems that ......" Thinking of this, I couldn't help but say that I jumped up in the air, slashed down with one palm, and a black shadow flashed, and slashed down!

This palm turns into two, two into three, and three into innumerable, it is Qi Idiot's famous stunt that turns three thousand, this palm is menacing, if it really hits Huiming, it is the copper tendon and iron bones will also have some blood.

A trace of cunning flashed in Huiming's eyes, and he shouted: "Okay!" As soon as the words fell, the two hands grabbed upward, grabbed Qi Idiot's arms, and dragged them back, Qi Idiot broke free in every way, but he couldn't escape, Hui Ming took advantage of his fingertips and pressed down on the giant bone acupoint, and Qi Idiot unconsciously lost his strength!

Qi idiot at this time the whole body is weak, can only let the slaughter, Hui Ming seized the opportunity to free one hand, the whole body internal force into the left palm, rolled up countless roof tiles, flying sand and stones, the cold churning, the strength of the internal strength will be the dead leaves fried powder! Bang! A sound came, followed by two bangs, one palm and two fists, Qi idiot couldn't bear it, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood gushed out! Hui Ming was ruthless, and made up another punch, hit it in the chest, and he flew straight out like a kite with a broken string!

A few people present only reflected in the painting, stomped their feet, caught Qi Idiot in the air, and then slowly landed, not touching the dust.

"Little sister, you take him down to rest. There is no joy and anger between the fairy eyebrows in the painting, Ling Bo was shocked, she hadn't seen it for a long time, her eldest brother was so annoyed, he laughed and laughed on weekdays, and never had a straight face like this.

Ling Bo stepped forward with a promise, stretched out his hand, and touched his chest, lower abdomen, and shoulder, all of which were fractured, after all, it was his third brother, where did he not hurt in his heart, and asked with concern: "Third brother, is it okay?"

Qi Idiot coughed, and spurted out a mouthful of blood, staining Ling Bo's chest red, and Danqing, a good old man standing on the side, couldn't look past it, and deliberately took action to hold the grievances for the third brother in his heart.

As soon as he took a step, the cross arm of the fairy in the painting blocked it, Danqing frowned, turned his head to look at him, and the hand of the fairy holding the fan in the painting couldn't stop trembling, obviously angry to the extreme.

"You...... You show me that I will take the head of this bald donkey today, ......" As soon as these words came out, Danqing was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: "Is the eldest brother angry, this monk is afraid that his life will not be long......" He listened to the words of the eldest brother, took a step back, took Qi Idiot from Ling Bo's hand and hugged it firmly, and turned to leave.

Hui Ming laughed when he saw this, he was very arrogant, and he actually scolded: "The four immortals in Luzhong are just like this, it seems that the Central Plains is just like this, but a group of people with vain names!" As soon as the words fell, the fairy in the painting folded the fan and waved, and the tip of the fan burst out cold,

More than ten cold true qi came from all directions, and the true qi was extremely fast, hiding endless killing intentions, obviously moving with murderous intent.

But no matter how the true qi is menacing, Hui Ming does not move, when the cold ice true qi is close in front of him, a black shadow flashes, the fairy in the painting has disappeared from the eyes, and in an instant he has come behind Hui Ming, his eyes are full of murder, the folding fan in his hand is closed, and he struggles to wave the folding fan in his hand, the sound of gold and iron colliding is endless, between the electric light and flint, it is actually a spark splashing, this flesh and blood is comparable to a copper wall, no matter how the immortal in the painting attacks, there is no scar.

Hui Ming repeated his old trick, grabbed the arms of the fairy in the painting, exerted force in his hands, and wanted to pinch off his arms, but he never thought that he would backhand against Hui Ming's elbow, swing upward, and the painful Hui Ming grinned, and the strength was further increased, only to hear a click!

In the painting, the fairy snorted coldly and shouted: "The copper head and iron brain are strong, I don't know if the bones in your body are made of iron!" Although he doesn't know where Huiming's cover door is, he can break the bones around his body, making him a waste for life, and it is even more uncomfortable for a martial artist than being killed!

He was about to break his other arm again, but Hui Ming didn't know what he thought? Immediately, he turned over and broke free, and the fairy in the painting refused to let go, and he grabbed the monk's robe and refused to let go.

He took off his monk's robe and was naked, and he was a dignified Tianzhu monk, but he was half naked, which caused the surrounding villagers to laugh, and the laughter was deafening.

Huiming was angry and anxious, thinking that the Qi idiot was so easy to deal with, but he didn't expect the fairy in this painting to be so difficult, so he retreated in his heart, sank his dantian, jumped up, and was ready to escape.

Volley flew up his shoulders and kicked his legs, slammed Huiming into the wall, and fell into the house with a bang, and the fairy in the painting chased after him, and quickly walked into the house, never thinking that the old bald donkey had long disappeared.

In the painting, the fairy cursed, and in anger, he volleyed his palm in the air, knocking down a house, and I don't know how many people were killed......

Ling Bo walked slowly to the front and said in a low voice: "Meng Xiaozi has been injured, if he doesn't heal in time, I'm afraid he will hurt his bones......"

The fairy in the painting pondered for a moment and said: "You take him up the mountain, I will search the surroundings, if you find me, I will not be spared!"

Ling Bo bowed his head and said nothing, took out an object from his arms, which was originally a bamboo tube with a thin thread tied at the end, and said: "If you find that guy, the eldest brother will set this thing on fire to the sky, and I will rush to help the eldest brother when I see the movement." ”

In the painting, the fairy said suspiciously: "You don't help me?"

Ling Bo said: "The little sister's fist kung fu is not as good as the third brother, I am afraid it will backfire, so I have never stepped forward to help, don't blame the eldest brother." ”

In the painting, the fairy waved his hand again and again, and said, "The little sister is too worried, how can the eldest brother blame me......?" I was very annoyed that I just let the dog thief run away, so I asked more, don't be careful. ”

Ling Bo said: "How dare you. After thinking for a moment, he said: "I brought Meng Xiaozi back first, the eldest brother should be more careful, although the monk is not defeated by the eldest brother, it is not easy to hurt him, don't be caught." ”

The fairy in the painting nodded and said, "Don't worry, little sister, I will be careful." ”

When Ling Bo heard this, he was also relieved, and thought: "Big brother has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, how can you use me to worry? It's me who ......is too worried?" Ling Bo observed the traces on the ground, and saw that there were two or three steps, and there was a dark shadow passing in front of him, thinking that it was the direction where the monk was going, so he narrated it to the eldest brother.

I couldn't help but think about it, and the fairy in the painting galloped away and went north......