Tian Qi's eyeballs exploded, and the person almost exploded.

It's terrifying!

He covered his eyes, and blood oozed from his fingers, and before he reached the bottom of the mountain, the blood didn't flow much.

and his eyes were blind.

He used to blow water in front of others, saying that he was a person with a story, and used this to trick him into drinking.

But after today, he is a real person with a story.

I have a story, do you have wine?

Can the one-eyed flower thief still have a story?

There is only half of the world left, and half of the milk is left, right?

Thinking of this, Tian Qi was sad, and tears flowed out, and when the tears flowed out of his blind eyes, he screamed in pain.

I really can't imagine that for so many years, he has always stabbed others, and today he was almost stabbed by the eighteen arhats of the Luohan Hall, I thought I could escape, but I was really stabbed by a little monk.

It's too evil!

In any case, he had to find a doctor to see, and maybe he could save it, Tian Qi continued to set off with a glimmer of hope.

Huh?

Before he could take two steps, Tian Qi dodged and jumped into the grass.

A group of people in the dark walked towards the mountain in a hurry, among which there were many monks and some people dressed as chivalrous.

These people Tian Qi knows, and they are all first-class players in the rivers and lakes.

What are they doing here?

The leader was a kind old monk, who encouraged everyone as he walked: "Heroes, we have to go faster, the six major sects of true Buddhism are besieging Jinshan Temple! If they succeed, this is really a slap in the face of our decent people, and it will be a crackling sound!"

Everyone also frowned, and for some reason they always wanted to laugh when they heard the words of this old monk.

How could anyone talk like that?

"I don't know if Master Dewu knows what the cult is besieging Jinshan Temple for this time. ”

The man who spoke was a burly man with a severed right arm, but in his left hand he held a large iron rod.

"Lu Buxia, you don't know about this, there was a rumor not long ago, I heard that there was a pair of Fahai's profane pants hidden in Jinshan Temple. Another man dressed as a swordsman nodded and stepped forward.

Lu Bu, a set of mysterious magic stick exercises to dance to the gods, the people of the rivers and lakes are called the big god sticks.

"How many years has Fahai been dead? Are they still profane, won't they rot, are his trousers made of gold?"

Hearing this, Master Dewu stared at Lu Bu with a serious face, and suddenly stretched out his hand and knocked him on the head heavily.

"Phew!"

Although the rain was loud, everyone could still clearly hear the sound of great pain.

"it...... If you speak, you can talk well, why hit me on the head!" The great god stick Lu Bu was a dignified hero, and when he was suddenly knocked like this, he couldn't help frowning and staring at Master Dewu, but the serious look on the other party's face made people angry.

But this is a matter of face, if you don't give an explanation, Lu Bu can't easily let go of this old bald donkey.

Dewu said solemnly: "Silly boy, will your dirty pants be made of gold?

"......" Lu Bu.

If this Dewu in front of him was not the abbot of the White Horse Temple, Lu Bu would definitely kill him.

......

The scene was very awkward at one point.

Although I want to laugh a little, but when I think about it carefully, it seems that there is a little bit of truth.

"Ahem...... Without further ado, let's pick up the pace, I'm afraid they won't last long. The swordsman coughed lightly and said in relief of embarrassment.

"It won't last long? How can you say that Jinshan Temple should also have eighteen Arhat formations, right? At least it can be blocked for a while. If it weren't for the six major sect leaders together, they should be able to resist for a long time. When Lu Bu heard this, he said that he knew the power of the Eighteen Arhat Formation, and his right arm was broken when he went to challenge the Eighteen Arhat Formation of Shaolin Temple.

"The Eighteen Arhat Formations of Jinshan Temple are just a simplified version of Shaolin Temple, and I don't think it will be directly broken without the help of the leaders of the Six Great Divisions. The swordsman said disapprovingly.

"What then?

"I heard that Dugu's disciple Xu is also in Jinshan Temple, I hope I can hold on for a while. ”

"I heard that Master Lin Chen also went back to Jinshan Temple, but I heard that this time it is Ye Lao who is in charge of the cult, this person is decisive, we still have to ...... as soon as possible"

"Not only Ye Lao, I heard that Jia Luohan, Cheng Longzi, and the Bloody Hand Man Tu, and even the God of War Luo CD are coming...... Each one of them is a murderer without blinking......"

"There are so many powerful people here, and now Jinshan Temple is finished......

While they were speaking, they hurried up to the mountain.

......

Tian Qi looked at the figure of everyone leaving, and breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he was not discovered by this group of decent people, otherwise his life would have been explained here.

It's scary to think about, but I've been really unlucky lately.

Tian Qi just wanted to go out, but another figure rushed up the mountain, so frightened that he hid back in the grass......

Seeing the person coming, Tian Qi widened the remaining eyes, it was really inconvenient to miss one.

This person was dressed in a white robe, dressed as a strategist of the rivers and lakes, shaking a cyan goose feather fan, and the pouring rain seemed to not be able to wet his clothes.

Judging from the momentum on this person's body, he is definitely a master who surpasses the grandmaster level.

can surpass the grandmaster level, there are few people in this world.

This...... Could it be......

The strategist suddenly stopped in the grass where Tian Qi was hiding, frowned, and then said slowly, "Go find the doctor." ”

After saying that, he went up the mountain.

Tian Qi breathed a sigh of relief, this surprise really made him unbearable, shook his head, and then accelerated his pace and rushed down the mountain.

......

At this time, with the deep laughter of the little monk resounding in Jinshan Temple, the entire temple was shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere.

On the drum tower not far away, there is a monk.

If there is a person from Jinshan Temple, you will definitely be able to recognize that this person is the very powerful Buddhist master Xuanzang.

Xuanzang frowned at this time, looked coldly at the little monk not far away, and muttered, "Fahai?"

After looking at it for a while, Xuanzang turned around and planned to go down the mountain, but the corner of his eyes swept over the stunning girl who was fighting with Luo Cheng, Xuanzang's heart twitched, his expression was a little hesitant, but he finally turned around and left.

......

"Demon Monk! Definitely a Demon Monk! I have heard that there is a kind of evil art in the Western Regions, which can directly increase people's strength countless times, but at this time, at the cost of their own lives, they will die in a few hours!" a red-clothed man said loudly.

The death of Jia Luohan and Ye Lao's broken arm only happened in a few breaths, even Ye Lao was stunned, he sat in the rainstorm, the whole person was stunned, and his shoulder seemed to be unconscious because of too much pain.

"Kill me! you kill me!" Ye Lao reacted and suddenly shouted loudly to the little monk.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Kill you, I, Fahai, am known for my kindness, how could I do anything to ruin my reputation? You're too ignorant. The little monk turned his head, looked at Ye Lao, who seemed to have gone crazy, and said slowly.

"Groove Nyima, get out of your paralysis, I'll groove your whole family!" Ye Lao's eyes were bloodshot, and if he had no hands, even if he was cured, it would be a waste, so what was the use of staying in the world?

"Hey, hey, hey......" The little monk seemed to enjoy being scolded like this, and turned his head to look coldly at Cheng Longzi, who was trembling with fright.

Cheng Longzi suddenly felt a heat on his inner thighs, and in the torrential rain, a trace of white smoke appeared on his crotch.

Wetting your pants?

Two people whose martial arts are stronger than themselves have become like this in an instant in front of their eyes, if it is usual, even if they die, they will not scare him to pee his pants, but this little monk's methods are too cruel......

"This ...... City Master...... What should I do?" the big man in red had stopped fighting with the Luohan Hall monk.

The arhat is dead, Ye Lao is crazy, the bloody hand people are slaughtered, and now there is only one sect leader left, Chenglongzi, which can be regarded as their last straw.

However, at this moment, Cheng Longzi calmed down instead, and the aura of the whole person returned.

There are countless sect members behind him, and even your fists can't beat so many hands!

"Don't be afraid, everyone! This little monk must have gone mad, and his body will suddenly become so strange, if we resist it, he will definitely not be able to hold on for long!"

"Hey, hey......" The little monk just sneered and didn't speak.

"......" The man in red also calmed down at the moment.

Although I don't know what's going on! However, what Cheng Longzi said has a point! There are so many of us, we are tired and tired to death!

Besides, the situation of the little monk is estimated to be really practicing evil skills, and he can't last long.

"Yes, let's go up together and kill him!" suddenly shouted from one of the big men in red.

"Kill him! The true Buddha will live forever! Kill for the benefit of ......"

"The true Buddha lives forever! Killing for the benefit of ......"

In an instant, the momentum of the True Buddhists rose.

There were at least a thousand people in the red-clothed man at the moment, and the formation was very shocking.

Seeing this formation, the monks of Luohan Hall were also shocked, but they were not to be outdone, arrayed and prepared to fight.

Although the little monk killed two masters in an instant, there was only one person after all.

"Hey, hey, hey......" At this moment, everyone only saw the little monk leaning forward, and then appeared beside Cheng Longzi, and grabbed Cheng Longzi's legs with both hands.

"Tear the ......"

Blood is flying in the sky......

Cheng Longzi's gaze sank instantly, and he felt that his feet were unconscious, and he saw a pair of feet flying to the roof, as if he was a little familiar, and those feet were wearing his shoes?

......

"Hey, hey, hey, your legs are going to the sky!" the little monk yelled coldly.

......

(Thank you for the open source hope that the big guy will tip again, thank you.) Plus, I'm not a 2Klux Klan anymore. This chapter is 3,000 words. Hahahaha...... So ask for a recommendation vote, thanks. But this book doesn't get good grades.,I'm kind of thinking about double opening.。 ）