You group of waste, Colorless kicked away a Shaolin disciple on the periphery and snatched a bamboo stick.

I tried my best to hit Wuchen's neck, but Wuchen didn't move.

I can't be a hundred years old, and I do my best to make a stick, and this stick has real anger.

Wuchen has such a reputation, preaching the truth, gathering heroes from all over the world, but he has made such a big rebellion.

And where to put the name of Shaolin?

Wuchen did not dodge.

Colorless blocked the stick with his arm.

It was like metal, and it hit the colorless arm with a sonorous metallic sound.

He could grasp the stick with his hand, but he didn't.

Wuchen's move is indeed worthy of Shaolin.

Dustless is worthy of Shaolin, that is, he is colorless and worthy of Shaolin.

The heavy blow on the colorless arm left only a faint white mark.

Colorless raised his head and looked at the angry lawlessness, with a guilty but firm face.

His lips moved slightly, his arm shook, and he turned around and walked away with Wuchen.

The shock of this arm drove the bamboo cane, which actually made the unable elder shook.

I couldn't freeze in place, and I couldn't even breathe.

The rest of the disciples saw that the elders were no longer pursuing, and none of them stepped forward.

The people in the hall watched the two of them slowly walk out of the main hall.

......

Dustless and colorless betrayed Shaolin, which almost became an outstanding disciple of the abbot elder.

actually spoke rebellious words in front of the public, which was indeed a slap in the face of Shaolin.

Wuchen walked gently by the river, and Colorless lowered his head silently.

Wuchen gently opened his lips, Brother Tiger, now that we have a home, we can't go back, do you blame me?

Colorless shook his head, and as soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, and the third brother's life had already been given to the second brother.

Wuchen didn't say anything more, this brother, no need to say more.

Those who know me say that I am worried. Those who do not know me say what I want.

The Shaolin Temple has long since closed its gates.

Under the golden Buddha carving, Wudao's eyebrows were furrowed, and one hand gently stroked his white beard.

said softly, but the two children were bitter, and silently looked into the distance.

In the distance, the wind is surging, and the remnant sun is like blood.

.......

In front of the small shop, a beggar was lying on the ground, not as much as he was getting in and out.

As soon as Hanaba opened the door, she saw this person and couldn't help but feel compassion.

Gently picked up the man.

Pick up a bowl of freshly cooked porridge and slowly pour it into the man's mouth.

The man's throat squirmed slightly, but he didn't take a few sips of the porridge.

Hanaba frowned slightly, there was something wrong with this person.

Something is wrong that doesn't feel like it.

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes.

The man's eyes were bloodshot and chaotic.

This is the abyss of nothingness, this is the real great terror.

The flowers and leaves shivered, and this blood color gave him a sense of déjà vu.

Before he could take a few breaths, the beggar had already swept up, arched his fingers into claws, and grabbed at the door of the flower and leaf noodles.

The flowers and leaves are no longer the flowers and leaves of the past, and the tiptoes have long been on the forehead of the beggar.

As soon as he borrowed his strength, he had already retreated several feet away.

The beggar didn't seem to feel the pain, and staggered and pounced on him.

The power of this kick, if it were an ordinary person, would have fallen to the ground long ago.

But the beggar was not affected in the slightest.

A short-term outbreak is always a long-lasting disaster.

The riot of this beggar's body is in exchange for the disability of the second half of his life.

And fingered into a claw, whistling with the wind, the power of this claw, I am afraid there is also a force of hundreds of catties.

Although the beggar's body is still thin, it is not half weak in this move.

Hanaba forcibly suppressed the horror in his heart, and pointed into a fist, and punched out, and the second attack came first, already hitting the beggar in the chest before the claw of the beggar.

A punch brings the wind, penetrates the strength of the body, and the power of this punch is not under a thousand catties.

The beggar's chest was torn, and he directly lost half of his strength to resist and flew several feet away.

His chest is sunken, and his breath is not as much as his intake, no matter what strange force makes him like this, he obviously can't live.

Between life and death, the second half of the mercy is not tolerated.

Hanaba forcibly settled his mind and spread it on the ground, full of horror.

The color of blood that he had seen in the beggar's eyes had seen before.

In that bloody book, there may be differences in depth, but the source is definitely the same.

The fairy in the trench coat paced back to the shop, and was astonished to see a beggar who was almost dead, and flowers and leaves spread on the ground.

With the experience of the windbreaker fairy, he easily sensed the blood on this beggar's body, and after thinking about it, he could probably understand what was happening.

A handful of flowers and leaves were pulled up, and he was forcibly pulled into the back kitchen.

For some reason, as soon as Hanaba touched the hand of the windbreaker fairy, she gradually regained her strength and calmed down.

Soon, the trench coat fairy turned out a shabby cloth bag.

This cloth bag is exactly what the City God Temple worshipped back then.

opened the cloth bag and opened a layer of scattered silver, which turned out to be a blue-skinned Tao Te Ching.

The fairy in the trench coat frowned and slapped himself hard.

With a heavy breath, I'm sorry for this phaseless monk, I'm sorry for this world.

Hua Ye was also horrified, the blood book that should have been sealed here was unexpectedly dropped for this Tao Te Ching.

The wind and clouds are surging, and the stormy waves are coming.

The Tao is very good, and it is very good.

How can the truth that can be said be called the true truth?