"What kind of person dares to carry a knife in broad daylight!"

Hearing a familiar voice ringing in his ears, Qiu Tongjiang turned around and happened to see Cui Shiyuan standing in front of him.

"Hehe, who should I be, it turns out that you are a lifeless boy again. You want to be a hero, right? Come on, look at the knife!"

As he spoke, Qiu Tongjiang's face sank, and he jumped over with a knife. Don't look at the fact that he was only holding a dagger knife, but it was no less sharp than the other blades. In the sunlight, even the little cold light emitted from the blade looked so aggressive.

Cui Shiyuan flashed his body to the side, pulled out his playful sword from his waist, parried back, and fought with him.

At the same time, the two brothers, Qiu Tonghai and Qiu Tonghe, who had gone to look for monks elsewhere, also rushed over when they heard the sound of fighting.

The three of them surrounded Cui Shiyuan, and the little sword demon who was approaching was defeated and retreated, and it seemed that he couldn't support it.

"Shaoxia, I'm here to help you!"

Li Fu, the old housekeeper who had just gone out to get something, came back and bumped into this scene, he was anxious, and he found a stick out of nowhere, held it in his hand, and hit the three owls in the ghost mountain.

This stick happened to hit Qiu Tonghai's shoulder, because this guy has a strong physique and has practiced hard skills for many years, the painless blow to the old butler can't cause any harm at all, but it accidentally angered him.

"Old fellow, you're looking for death!"

Qiu Tonghai, who was angry and frowned, looked at Li Fu's eyes and almost bleed, turned around and flew up, kicking him right on the chest, kicking the old butler and immediately falling on his back, and the stick was also taken off.

That's not the end, the red-eyed Qiu Tonghai jumped over again, stepped on his body with his foot, raised the dagger high above his head, and slammed it towards Li Fu's heart, and suddenly blood gushed out like a dam bursting the embankment.

Pity that Li Fu, who was loyal and dutiful to the Li family all his life, but finally died tragically under the blade.

"Old man!! you gang of thieves who destroy human nature, today I Cui Shiyuan fought with you. ”

After the roar, the little sword demon only felt a surge in his chest, his qi and blood rising, his eyes blackened, and he thought it was caused by a moment of excitement.

On the occasion of this fight, a Buddha horn suddenly sounded in the sky, and then the apricot yellow monk's robe with wide robes and large sleeves slowly fell, and it was the monk Huikong who arrived in time.

"Amitabha, the three owls of the ghost mountain! Last time, the poor monk did not abolish the martial arts such as Er because of the benevolence of a thought, but never expected that today instead of repenting, he found them to kill innocents indiscriminately. ”

After saying that, the great monk Zhenyuan was full, dancing his palms, and unleashing his amazing ability to turn the battle situation. Cui Shiyuan, who finally got a chance to breathe, turned around and jumped out of the circle, inhaled heavily, and thought: "It's okay, it's okay, if it's a step too late, my little life will almost return to its place." ”

Qiu Tonghai saw that the main master had come, and he added strength to his hands, and said while fighting: "Good monk, it is better to come early than to come sooner, and the grandfathers of the province are looking for you everywhere." Brothers, quickly set up a formation! Let him pay for Brother Miao's blood debt in the Heavenly Spirit today. ”

After receiving the order of the eldest brother, Qiu Tonghe and Qiu Tongjiang immediately found their own directions, pulled out a short hook and sickle from behind their backs, held a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, and wrapped Monk Huikong in the middle of the step with a rotating step.

"It's just a seven-star lotus step, but it's just a small skill of carving insects. Seeing the change, Huikong smiled slightly. There are no more scruples in his hands, and he is holding the wind and thunder and coming straight to Qiu Tonghai, who is in the eye of the array.

Knowing that this monk did have some means, Qiu Tonghai did not dare to slack off, dodged the palm momentum sideways, turned his pace, and grabbed his eyebrows with a hook and sickle.

The sharp spear head turned into a cold light, and came to Huikong with the momentum of a strong wind. Seeing this, the monk did not panic, shook his right palm, and slapped it on the barrel of the gun with a "snap", and then the wind under his feet was born, and he hurriedly twisted it, and came to Qiu Tonghai's back with another palm.

This palm can be said to have used seventy percent of his skills, and it should have the power of opening mountains and gravel. Qiu Tonghai couldn't dodge, so he could only stand up and take a beat, if it weren't for the hard skills to protect himself, I am afraid that he would have vomited blood on the spot.

But even so, he still suffered some internal injuries, and his movements between moves and changes were not as flexible as before. The two brothers saw that the eldest brother had suffered a loss, where was he willing to do it, so they were busy changing the formation, and they came together with both guns to attack Huikong's weakness.

The monk suddenly stood up, stepped on the two spears under his feet, followed the waist and hips together, and used his legs to make a "thousand catties falling" kung fu, pressing the Qiu brothers' short hook and sickle guns to death, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't move at all.

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha's voice is chanted to atone for one's own resentment. Huikong glared angrily, feeling that the fight was almost over, so he turned his body on the spot, kicked his legs on each of the chests of the two of them, and kicked out of the circle. Looking at the moment, the three owls were injured separately, and the domineering spirit just now disappeared.

"Hahaha, if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you. Even though you are newborn calves, it seems that you will not be able to resist the fierce tiger. ”

Hearing the voice, everyone looked at it and saw a person standing on the room, and behind him was the sandalwood box that Cui Shiyuan had prepared to hand over to Li Gongzi before, containing two hundred taels of gold, and laughed.

"It's you!"

The three owls of the Ghost Mountain said in unison, the person who came was not someone else, it was the purple-faced Yama who had had a dispute with them before.

"Dolls, now you know that this big talk is unspeakable, right?" Before he could say a word, the purple-faced Yama Luo jumped down and landed not far from Monk Huikong, and pointed with his hand: "Great monk, shouldn't the previous account between the two of us also be liquidated?"

"Hehe, what kind of person should I be, it turned out to be a defeated subordinate with a blue nose and swollen face who was beaten that day? Why are you doing robbery while taking advantage of the fire now, and educating others with dignity, where is your face?"

Cui Shiyuan recognized the box tied to his back at a glance, and said sarcastically with a playful sword in his hand, a gun and a stick.

"Hmph, boy, you escaped that day, which is the blessing of your ancestors. Later, the old man will slaughter you and the bald donkey, and see how you are so clever and poor. ”。

The purple-faced Yama took advantage of the fact that everyone was not paying attention, and followed the steps closer, and he was about to come to take Cui Shiyuan, and his body was so fast that he was far above the three owls. Suddenly, there was such a change, and the startled little sword demon's heart trembled, and he just wanted to pull out the sword, but was blocked in front of the great monk Huikong.

With a "snap", the two palms faced each other, and Monk Huikong still looked light, on the contrary, looking at the purple-faced Yama, the two tightly locked eyebrows looked more and more solemn.