"Great monk, you are so strong in internal force!"

The purple-faced Yan Luo clenched his teeth, fine beads of sweat had formed on his forehead, and in order to regain some face, it took half a day to barely squeeze out these words.

"Donor, you're not bad, it's just a pity that you don't have this good martial arts but don't use it on the right path. ”

After Monk Huikong finished speaking, he turned his palm and added some strength, taking several steps backwards from the purple-faced Yan Luo Zhen at the end of the strong crossbow.

"Brother, don't panic, brother is here!"

A strong wind came from behind the ears of Monk Huikong, Cui Shiyuan watched it from the side, and hurriedly reminded: "Master be careful, this old boy sneaks up on you!"

said that it was too late, and in the blink of an eye, the iron sand palm of the iron palm had come to the front, and he knew that it was too late to dodge, so the monk Huikong twisted his fat body, tried to avoid the vital point, and took it with his thick shoulder.

was originally a confident iron palmer, thinking that with his decades of skill, this palm, not to mention beating the monk and vomiting blood on the spot, would cost him three points of his life. Unexpectedly, the moment the palm touched his body, the majestic power was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it couldn't set off a wave at all.

"Ahh......h

The stunned Iron Palm Daoist couldn't believe his eyes, although he had heard of a kind of kung fu called "cotton belly" before, he had never seen anyone who could practice it on his shoulders.

"Hehe, everyone, the poor monk knows that the purpose of your trip is to come here for me alone, but the lives of many people in the Li family are innocent, so you shouldn't be so vicious. But now that everything has arrived, let's settle all the grievances and grievances of the past. ”

King Kong is angry, and Arhat is coming. The great monk of Huikong shook the sleeves of his robe, opened his feet, gathered the wind and clouds in his palms, and had a good stomach, just waiting for everyone in front of him to enter one by one.

"Don't talk nonsense with the bald donkey, let's all go up together, even if he is an iron bodhisattva with three heads and six arms, he can't twist a few nails. ”

Qiu Tonghe, the second eldest of the three lords of the Ghost Mountain, said as he took the lead in picking up the short hook and sickle in his hand and rushed to Huikong, followed by Qiu Tonghai, Qiu Tongjiang, purple-faced Yama, and Tiezhang Daoren.

Cui Shiyuan knew that he was not good at what he knew, but no matter what, he had been born and died with the monk, and now it seems a little unkind not to help. Thinking of this, the playful sword in his hand hurriedly joined in, and the seven of them fought in the courtyard.

On one side is the three-owl hook and sickle lock that is connected horizontally, and the iron-palmed Yama flies up and down. On one side, there is great compassion and great compassion to subdue the dragon and the tiger, chasing the wind and the sword and the cold light. For a time, the sky was dark, the sun and the moon were dark, and the sound of fists and palms was endless.

Speaking of this ghost mountain trile, seeing that the monk is so good at kung fu, he wants to find a breakthrough from Cui Shiyuan, kill him first, and concentrate on dealing with Huikong.

The three brothers had the same mind, and while fighting, they moved the formation to Cui Shiyuan, who was struggling to resist the purple-faced Yama, and while he was not paying attention, the three hook and sickle spears poked out together, and they were about to cut off his ankles.

Monk Huikong noticed something was wrong, and caught a glimpse of the yin tricks of several of them out of the corner of his eye, and hurriedly shook his way, gave up the iron master, and moved closer to Cui Shiyuan's side.

At this moment, the great monk's body shook, and he grabbed Cui Shiyuan's collar from behind first, and tossed up on the ground, making the hook and sickle of the three owls of the Ghost Mountain sweep away.

When the two of them came down again, they were waiting for the cinnabar palm of the Iron Palm Daoist and the sleeve of the purple-faced Yama. These two moves, one is domineering and strong, and the other hides a needle, no matter which one is accidentally hit, it is enough for Cui Shiyuan to choke.

In order to protect him, Huikong monk let out his own fat, blocked two attacks with his body, and immediately felt a tingling pain in his back, and touched it with his hand, and it was actually three silver needles with the thickness of a hair pierced into it, which happened to break the "cotton talisman skill" that he had practiced for many years.

"Master, you don't matter, right?"

Cui Shiyuan didn't know that Huikong was plotted, and only said that he was a little tired from fighting everyone repeatedly, so he specially asked.

"It's okay, it's not easy to stay here for a long time, you go quickly, I'll cut it off!"

Saying that, Monk Huikong pushed him out, and he turned around to resist the attack of the three owls of the Ghost Mountain again, and fought a tie with the five of them with the strength of one person.

"Great monk, although your martial arts are world-beating, I am afraid that you will not last long. Just now I fed poison into the silver needle that you stabbed in the back, and the more you exercise, the faster the poisonous gas will run in your blood, and your whole body will be paralyzed and slaughtered by us in less than a cup of tea. ”

The purple-faced Yama said with a smug face, and everyone saw that this original predicament had taken a turn for the better, and they came to their senses one after another, and they immediately suppressed the offensive of Monk Huikong and gained the upper hand.

Cui Shiyuan heard this from a distance and turned back, and the sword resisted the palm of the iron palm Daoist attacking Huikong's armpit, followed by a loud roar, so that he showed his ability to look after the family - the autumn wind and falling leaves swept Jiuzhou!

When the sword light danced, layers of sword shadows appeared, forcing the attack of the three owls of the Ghost Mountain and others to retreat tightly, and then he was about to rush over to fight for a fish and break the net with a mouthful of dantian qi, but he was stopped by the great monk Huikong.

"You kid, why are you back?"

"Master, although I, Cui Shiyuan, am not a decent knight, I also know that I know that I am grateful to report, the last time you rescued you in the Zhang Caishen Mansion, it is my turn to fight for you this time. ”

It is said that the house leak happened to rain overnight, and at this time, Li Gongzi, who had not met Huikong in a circle on the street outside, ran back in a hurry because he was worried about his father's illness.

As soon as he entered the door and saw the corpse of a subordinate, his heart suddenly tightened, and he rushed to the back room where the old man was outside.

Qiu Tongjiang's eyes were sharp, and he saw him at once, and suddenly thought of Zhang Caishen when he was leaving, and this person was his sworn enemy, so it was better to kill this guy first, and it would be good to mess with the military heart of the monk.

Just do it, put his body vertically, raised the hook and sickle in his hand and stabbed at the unknown Li Gongzi, this time the shot was extremely heavy, and he was holding the idea of killing him with one blow.

"Poof......

A stream of bright red blood sprinkled on the dust like a glow from the sky. Even Qiu Tongjiang himself didn't know where it came from, and the force shattered all his internal organs. I just felt that it was dark in front of me, and I suddenly fell to the ground, and since then I have been dying.

"Third brother!"

At the last moment, Monk Huikong used all the internal strength of his body to exert the majestic strength of the powerful Vajra palm, and killed Qiu Tongjiang in the air.