After a while, three people jumped up from under the rock wall, and the first one was the big monk, with huge hands and thick feet, fat head and fat ears, bright eyes, and only very domineering. The two behind him are a man and a woman, the man's face is sad, he looks like an old man in the countryside, and the woman is a middle-aged woman, born bewitching and charming. The three of them saw that there was a young man on the ground who was tightly wrapped in fishing nets, but his appearance was not different from what the young swordsman of the Kunlun faction described by Cong Yunzi, they couldn't help but be overjoyed, and said in unison: "The kid surnamed Feng is really here." The great monk rolled up his arms and sleeves, and he was about to step over and extract it.

After all, the old man in the countryside was careful, and when he looked up and saw Zhuge Wuhui and Zhong Yuanchang standing in the limelight, although he felt that the tall and thin old man in front of him seemed familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember who it was, but he recognized that the person next to him must be a first-class master in the martial arts. Back then, Zhong Yuanchang relied on a pair of meat palms to dominate the Hesu region, and he didn't dare not give him three points of face, just when Zhong Yuanchang was in the sky, but suddenly disappeared inexplicably, and at this moment he realized that he had entered the official family.

The old man couldn't help but shake his head and sigh secretly, seeing that Zhong Yuanchang and the tall and thin old man looked strict and cautious, only avoiding the limelight of the rock wall from a distance, and suddenly saw Fei Changweng and Suo Chang lying on the ground who couldn't move, and there was a strong man who didn't know life and death in the distance. He had seen Fei Changweng and Suo Chang's martial arts before, and he couldn't help but be surprised at this time, and suddenly knew that the current situation was very different. The old man hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop the great monk and shouted, "Great Venerable, slow down. Something is not quite right in front of me. ”

The mountain wind is sometimes sharp and slow, and the candles under the cracks in the stones have long been burned out, although there are tears of candles, if you don't look closely, it is difficult to find them. When the big monk heard the old man's cry, he was startled, and turned his head to look at Zhuge Wuhui and Zhong Yuanchang over there, but where did they come to know? Then he shook his head, snorted heavily in his nose, and said with a big grin: "It's just two eagle talons, but what's wrong with it? Mr. Han was shocked after all." At the moment, he shouted angrily: "The great monk has already eaten human flesh today, but I don't want to break the vows, if you two broken birds want to eat it, just roll down the mountain for the big monk as soon as possible." ”

Zhuge Wuhui and Zhong Yuan often saw the three of them babbling, and their bodies had not collapsed on the ground, so they knew that the colorless and odorless poisonous gas from the burning candle had been blown away by the mountain breeze, and they secretly took a breath. Zhong Yuanchang snorted coldly twice and said: "I have always heard that the Fatian monk has always been contrary to the scriptures, and he is only interested in eating human flesh. Listen, now that the royal guards are ordered to arrest the important criminals, they have no heart to take care of the thieves and others, so they will let you live for two more days. Vulture bald donkey, don't hurry up and let us go!"

The great monk Fatian was a little surprised when he heard that the eagle talons had drunk his origin, but then he thought that there were only two people on the other side, and one of them was still sick with a thin bamboo pole, and as long as he punched him over, he didn't stop him from beating him in two? Tell you two broken birds that the kid surnamed Feng will be a great monk from now on, so you don't have any crooked thoughts. Get out of here, get out of here! Wait a little longer, and the great monk will swallow you alive. ”

Zhong Yuan often saw a lump of human flesh flying over, and the tooth marks on it were still clearly visible, no matter how good Rao is cultivation kung fu was, he couldn't help but feel sick at this moment, how dare he take it? Hurriedly short to avoid it. Seeing that the two eagle talons didn't mean to roll down the mountain, the monk Fatian screamed, Yijia was furious, and slammed out a punch, shattering a huge rock beside him, and shouted: "What a broken bird, don't go, eat a punch from the big monk!"

Zhong Yuan often saw that the monk Fatian was able to smash a rock with one punch, secretly awe-inspiring, seeing that his body was swift, his fist hit the wind in an instant, his moves were wonderful, and he was fierce, and he said: "This wild monk has done all the bad things, and he can still run rampant in the rivers and lakes, it seems that martial arts should not be taken lightly." He shouted, "It's a good time." "Grab out next to it, avoid the punch, press the left palm up to the yang, the right palm down to raise the void yin, cross each other, "whew" sound, the left palm suddenly passed through the right palm, and slapped obliquely behind the monk Fatian.

Monk Fatian's heavy fist suddenly hit the air in front of him, and he understood that the opponent was going to attack from the side, so he immediately turned around and waved his fist to find a fight. I didn't know that Zhong Yuanchang's palm castration was really wonderful, and I saw it in advance, when Fatian and Shangfu turned around, there was a "snap" sound under his chest, and he was hit by an oblique blow with his left palm. Even though the Fatian monk had superb skills, he finally suffered a loss in front of his carelessness, and under the heavy blow of his palm, he couldn't help but take two steps backwards to stabilize Pang Shuo's body.

Until this moment, the Fatian monk knew that the big inner guard in front of him was not the broken bird in his mouth, his martial arts were actually very high, he roared, immediately restrained his contempt, stepped forward and approached, and raised his fists up and down, left and right, and hit seven or eight punches one after another. Zhong Yuan often didn't expect that the Fatian monk would be able to slap him as if nothing had happened, and he was also secretly a little surprised, seeing the fist shadows in front of him, so he shouted in a deep voice, and then launched his palm to attack it.