The man only thought that Wu Hou was an ordinary person watching the excitement here, but when he looked closely, he saw Wu Hou holding a knife in his hand, and asked in surprise, "Isn't Xiaoyou also a person from the rivers and lakes?"

Wu Hou hesitated, not knowing how to answer, for fear that he would inexplicably offend this man who laughed amiably, but could actually force the three Eight Great Eight masters to a dead end. didn't want to Guan Qingyao but answered first, and said proudly, "That is, we are not only from the rivers and lakes, I am also a policeman." ”

As soon as these words came out, Fang Jue was wrong. If you are bumped into by the secular police who serve the people, wouldn't it be a thief who meets a soldier, and if you don't agree with each other, you will be punished by law.

Wu Hou looked at Guan Qingyao with a headache, and said in his heart You can't stay like this, but his eyes looked at the man vigilantly, for fear that he would hurt people because the two of them bumped into him, and Guan Qingyao was the policeman to make things difficult for the two of them.

But the man didn't care about Guan Qingyao's identity, and said with a hearty smile, "Hahaha, wow, young age, not only a person in the rivers and lakes, but also a servant of the people, if the talents in the rivers and lakes are like you, the people of the world are blessed." ”

These flattering words really made Guan Qingyao very useful, laughed happily, squinted and nodded, "Hey, you don't talk badly, it's not as cold as talking to them, it's weird and scary." ”

The monk Mingxin, who was sunburned, saw that the man was chatting with the young man and woman, and the man with the dagger in the east was still fighting fiercely. Looking at Yun Yuegu again, he fell in the snow and couldn't move, and there was a man next to him staring at him, so Mingxin became anxious, and quietly moved, about to go to the east to support Shi Youen.

The man who had been watching Mingxin was holding a mountain opening knife, and when he saw that Mingxin wanted to leave, he moved his body and blocked the position ten meters in front of Mingxin. Ming's heart was torn apart, and he said bitterly: "Little donor, I really don't want to hurt you, you have already slashed me, we are over, can I admit defeat?" You let me go and see my friend lying in the snow, I am really worried about her safety. ”

The man holding the mountain knife did not speak, and put the knife across his chest, the meaning was obvious, he wanted to go over and knock himself down.

The two sides have been fighting for so long, Mingxin has already figured out the strength of the other party, and he is confident that he has the strength to knock down the man in front of him, but because of the identity of the monk, he has not hurt anyone for a long time. When he was about to leave the mountain, he promised the master in the temple that after he arrived in the world, he would never hurt others by force, and even if others intended to hurt him, he could only protect himself and not kill the other party. Master said that the wicked have their own evil people to grind, even if the wicked can't grind the wicked, there are also laws to punish the people who violate the ban by force, and as a monk, you should always remember the Buddha's teachings, be compassionate, and not cause trouble.

But after going out to travel the rivers and lakes for a long time, Mingxin has Shi Youen and Yun Yue, these two friends, and he and Shi Youen get along day and night, and the friendship is not shallow.

So Mingxin looked at the man in front of him, and he was a little angry, and said angrily: "Little donor, don't force me to break the vow!"

The man who was standing and chatting with Guan Qingyao and Wu Hou suddenly turned his head and said with a smile, "Master Mingxin, don't keep the rules and precepts to increase your troubles, you, the most eye-catching genius in the Shaolin Temple in the past twenty years, can't be embarrassed by one of my subordinates." ”

Wu Hou and Guan Qingyao were both shocked when they heard this, and said in surprise: "This monk is a genius of Shaolin Temple?"

The man nodded affirmatively and replied: "It's true, don't look at the Shaolin Temple is making a lot of money now, in fact, the secret books of martial arts for thousands of years have not been left behind, and there are countless masters in the temple, among which this Mingxin master is the most." ”

The corners of Mingxin's mouth twitched, and he looked at the man and asked, "How do you know?"

The man smiled and said, "I know a lot, far more than you people in the rivers and lakes know on the surface. ”

Mingxin scratched his head, he couldn't figure out the deep meaning of his simple mind, and besides, others have always said that he is a person in the rivers and lakes, and he has never regarded himself as a person in the rivers and lakes, he has always felt that he is a monk, a monk who does not want to be a monk.

"Can you let the bull nose go?" Mingxin asked as he looked at the man with a hint of a request.

The man smiled but did not speak, and turned his head to talk to Guan Qingyao again.

"Little girl, can you tell me who you are learning from?"

Guan Qingyao didn't feel a trace of danger from the man, and Wu Hou was also strangely tight, this man didn't seem to be hostile to the two of them, even if he knew that Guan Qingyao was a policeman, he didn't care.

Guan Qingyao replied, "I don't have a master, it's all taught by my father." ”

"Oh?" the man smiled, "it seems to be an ancestral heirloom, so we are somewhat alike, and my family is also ancestral." ”

Both of them are family ancestral martial arts, so to speak, they are really the same kind of people, which are very different from those sects that teach martial arts to foreign surnames. Most sects teach martial arts, and disciples with foreign surnames only get ninety percent of their sects at most, and the remaining one percent will only be passed on to the head of the family. However, there are also disciples with foreign surnames who are geniuses of Tianzhong, who shine in some sects, so they are expected to be high, and they can also learn all the martial arts of the sect.

Mingxin, who was left out in the cold, yelled, and fought with the man holding the mountain opening knife again, the man just glanced at it lightly, and then turned his head, as if he was not worried about his subordinate.

"Young man, what about you, who is your teacher?" the man asked Wu Hou again.

Wu Hou thought for a while and said with a smile: "Saying it scares you to death." ”

Wu Hou still has some eyes, he has always been unable to let go of this man, afraid that he is deliberately close, and then wait for the opportunity to kill the two of them, so as to cover up the evidence of his murder by the river, so Wu Hou thought of a direct way, that is, to provoke him and see if it is true or false.

"Scared me to death when I said it?" The man frowned, repeated Wu Hou's words, and then laughed heartily and said, "Hahaha... Saying it scares me to death, yes, it's really good, then you say it, I'll listen, and see if the person who buried half of my body in the ground can be scared to death. ”

Wu Hou stared into the man's eyes and pointed to the sky. The man looked up suspiciously, the sky was pitch black and empty, and he wondered, "What are you asking me to see?"

Taking advantage of the man's efforts to look up at the sky, the bold and reckless Wu Hou took out the knife sharply, and slammed the man's abdomen into the abdomen with the handle of the non-returnable knife, but when the handle was about to touch the man's body, the man's hand was against the front of the non-returning knife, making it difficult to advance the handle of the knife.

Wu Hou raised his head, saw that the man had lowered his head, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Boy, you want to sneak up on me, hey, you have the guts." ”

Wu Hou was not afraid to laugh back, showed a cheerful smile, withdrew the knife of no return and retreated to the rear, and made a knife drawing motion. Guan Qingyao exclaimed on the side, "Wu Hou, what are you doing?"

I saw that Wu Hou quickly drew his knife, and the non-return knife drew a red in the night, and the knife intent was extremely strong, and he went head-on towards the man. The man looked at the young man in front of him in surprise, a chic fast knife was slashing over, and finally made him retract his laughing look, and no longer felt that the young man in front of him was a half-hung martial artist who had just entered the rivers and lakes.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the ten-meter-high street lamp behind the man was split open by Wu Hou's knife, and finally he was unable to support it and fell into the snow with a bang.

It turned out that Wu Hou's knife qi was cut against the outline of the man's body, and the man had already made preparations to take this knife, but later found out that Wu Hou's knife was not intended to hurt anyone.

Wu Hou smiled freely, put the knife back into its sheath, and the man turned his head to look at the fallen street lamp, and exclaimed, "Good girl, you doll, good knife skills." ”

What the man said is true, Wu Hou's speed and accuracy of the knife, as well as the degree of control of the knife qi, have reached the point of perfection, if you talk about the knife alone, Wu Hou's knife skills have been completed.

"Not bad, young talent, really young talent, promising!" the man was amazed, and he was amazed by Wu Hou's sharp sword.

Wu Hou stared at the man for a long time, and found that he spoke very sincerely, not like a fake, and he was not annoyed by Wu Hou at all, Wu Hou reluctantly believed this man for the time being, but still pulled Guan Qingyao and walked away to keep a distance from the man.

The man who was not angry was still amazed, and his mouth kept admiring, "Good knife technique, good knife technique, the control of the scale of the knife is just right, the knife qi is close to the body, but even my clothes will not be torn, this knife skill is not lost to the famous knife master at all." ”

Being praised like this, Wu Hou was secretly happy in his heart, it turned out that he was so powerful.

Guan Qingyao looked at Wu Hou reproachfully on the side, and said sullenly: "You are so disproportionate, scare me." ”

Wu Hou smiled and didn't explain much, he saw the man opening his mouth towards him, and he was about to speak, so he preemptively said: "Okay, shut up, you're embarrassed to fucking praise Lao Tzu." ”

The man with his mouth open stood there, looked at Wu Hou stunned for a few seconds, snorted from his nose, and said, "You doll, you speak rudely." ”

Wu Hou smiled even more, squeezed his eyebrows at the man, and said, "Then you see, you are right." Then he took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and propped up one leg to spew out the clouds.

The man frowned, and lamented, "It's like a second-rate person in society, alas!"

Wu Hou also smiled and threw a cigarette to the man, and opened his mouth to say, "Come on, brother." "Yes, it's still the martial arts of junior high school, and his naughty nature hasn't changed.

The man shook his head, rejected the cigarette that Wu Hou threw over, let it fall to the ground, and then turned around and looked at Shi Youen's side.

Shi Youen had already been subdued by the man with the dagger, covered in blood, and fell silently in the snow, without a trace of combat effectiveness, and the man with the dagger also stood in the snow and staggered, and finally had to hold on to the railing before he could stand up straight.

The first person at the top of the list of the eight dignified masters was defeated in the hands of an unknown man.

Seeing that the battle was over there, the man looked at the Kaishan knife man who continued to fight with Mingxin, and said in disappointment, "It's not as good as your brother, you can't even beat a monk, it's really a waste." ”

The man who forced Mingxin back with a knife looked at the man with a sad face and said, "You just explained that the last two people in your heart are gracious, so it's normal that I can't beat him, but he hasn't beaten me either..."

This lame logic, he didn't think it was right after he said it himself. He has been fighting with the monk on the other side for half the night, whether the monk can beat himself or not, he knows very well in his heart, maybe the monk really doesn't want to hurt people, so he has not been heavy on himself.

Another knife forced Mingxin's punch back, the man gasped heavily, and said depressedly: "In actual combat, there is no effect at all after fighting in the middle of the night, I suspect that I have practiced in vain for the past 20 years." ”

The man narrowed his eyes and thought about it. The three people brought tonight are a pair of triplets who have been secretly cultivated in the clan for many years, and they have received special training in the clan for many years and have cultivated day by day, but they have not experienced actual combat. This time he received the chase order from the young lady, and the man wanted to take this opportunity to take the eight masters to practice the three of them and accumulate actual combat experience, but the other two were very smooth, that is, the guy who made the mountain knife met Mingxin, a master who made him have no rut.

The man felt that he couldn't let him continue to fight with Mingxin, otherwise he would not be able to win for a long time, and he would not be defeated for a long time, which would have a great impact on his Dao heart, and maybe it would affect his future cultivation.

So the man opened his mouth and commanded, "Stand down." ”

The man holding the mountain knife honestly withdrew from the battlefield and watched the man walk into the arena, facing Mingxin.

"Mingxin, don't worry about this tonight, I'll let you go. The man reverted to his previous tone and said coldly.

Mingxin looked at Shi Youen, who had fallen to the ground, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he replied firmly, "I won't leave my friend alone." ”

"What kind of friend is that! Selfish and narrow-minded, he still claims to be a real person? Mingxin, don't say I didn't remind you, if you insist on not leaving, then be ready to take me a knife. ”

Mingxin was a little tired, although the man couldn't hurt himself, but he was also entangled by the man for half a night, and his body was really a little unbearable, and he felt a little tired.

However, Mingxin still replied, "Is your knife fast?

The man laughed angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "Hurry up, you can try it, let it go or not, that's my business!" Then he looked at Wu Hou and yelled, "Xiaoyou, borrow a knife." ”

Unexpectedly, Wu Hou shook his head very facelessly, and threw him a sentence, "Don't borrow." ”

The man shook his hand, angry and embarrassed, and reluctantly turned to look at the man holding the mountain knife, and said angrily, "Bring it!"

The man obediently handed over the mountain opening knife, an intact mountain opening knife, which was already bad at the moment, and the blades were rolled. The man who took the knife looked at it, sighed, and said to himself, "That's it, make do with it." ”

Followed by the man's momentum, he quickly waved the mountain opening knife, and the snow on the ground scattered in all directions, forming a circle with him as the center, the circle was full of energy, cold like a wind knife, and it was still climbing upward, and the momentum was getting higher and higher.

Gathering qi quickly, making quick moves, the man rose to the extreme with the wielding of the mountain knife, and roared, "Mingxin, take me a knife!"

A knife is slashing, and it is head-on, similar to Wu Hou's knife just now, but the man's sword intent is purer, because it is already rich in strong killing intent. The sword qi was wrapped in the true qi, and as the man made a move, the gang qi formed in the circle roared away with a city-destroying momentum, rushing towards Mingxin who was standing in the snow.

Seeing the menacing situation, Mingxin didn't dare to be careless, although he was already tired, he still forced himself to take a breath and recite the Buddha's name, "Amitabha." With the shouting of the Buddha's name, Mingxin closed his eyes, his body was full of golden light, his fists were clenched, and he steadily took a horse step, and if there was no Buddha statue behind him, he was solemn.

The man's qi collided with Mingxin, stopped half a meter away from Mingxin's body, and bloomed with dazzling brilliance, and then only heard a loud sound of "bang", the sound was far away and long, shaking the earth and trembling, and the river also turned up a man-high wave.

Everyone present was temporarily deaf in their ears by this voice, and their hearts trembled, and even Shi Youen, who had lost his combat effectiveness when he fell to the ground, woke up from his coma, struggled to get up in shock, and looked at Mingxin.

Guan Qingyao saw this breathtaking scene in front of her, and said in shock: "Donkey Kong!

Wu Hou looked at Ming Xin in disbelief, his expression at this time was solemn and inviolable, just like the Buddha statue faintly appearing behind him.

The mountain knife had been shattered into powder, and the man who was still holding the handle of the knife in his hand turned red, and when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of scarlet blood gushed out, and then he sat weakly on the snow, looking at Mingxin blankly.

Mingxin opened his eyes from a solemn silence, his eyes were full of compassion, and he looked at the man and said, "Donor, I didn't intend to hurt people, but I really had no choice but to offend." ”

The man who didn't have the knife hurriedly squatted down to support the man who vomited blood, his face was worried, and he was about to ask about the injury, but the man waved his hand and didn't let him speak.

The man forced himself to support his body, and said after realizing it, "No wonder Shaolin Temple is relieved that you came out to walk the rivers and lakes alone, it turned out that it was not bad to practice King Kong, hehe, I miscalculated." ”

At this time, Mingxin looked like a Buddha statue worshiped by incense in the temple, with a smile on his eyebrows and eyes, a face showing compassion, and a compassionate look at everyone in front of him and all living beings.

"Mingxin, don't pretend, you won't last long, when your spirit is over, it's a lamb to the slaughter, we still have one of us who can still fight, and the three of you have already been defeated!"

With a solemn and solemn mind, his expression was shrouded in peace, and he spoke again: "Amitabha." ”

As another Buddha horn came out of Mingxin's mouth, the golden light around Mingxin's body bloomed again, which was even more dazzling and stronger than before.

The man was shocked and said angrily: "You dare!"

Shi Youen, who struggled to get up and was kicked to the ground by a man with a dagger, lay down in the snow, looking at this side and yelling, "Bald donkey, don't!"

The man with the double hook looked at Yun Yuegu who was lying in the snow, she had already half sat up, looking at the monk Mingxin from afar, tears running down her cheeks and falling into the snow.

Yun Yue was depressed, and said weakly: "Don't, don't..."

Wu Hou looked at all this suspiciously, and didn't know why, so he turned to Guan Qingyao and wanted to ask, but when he looked at Guan Qingyao, he found that she was already in tears at this time. Wu Houxin panicked and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you, why are you crying?"

Guan Qingyao's tears rolled down her cheeks, dripped down her chin, and said in a trembling voice: "It's to ask God, he wants to ask God." ”

Wu Hou was puzzled, looked at Guan Qingyao blankly and asked, "Please order?"

Guan Qingyao muttered, "At the cost of sacrificing his life, he will ask the gods and Buddhas of the heavens to come down to the world and save us who are suffering." ”