"You're timely every time you come. Ye Wuxin said with a smile.

"Why are you dying every time?" the mad monk asked, looking back.

"I don't know, since I stepped into the rivers and lakes, I haven't provoked anyone, but there are too many people who want to kill me. Ye Wuxin shook his head helplessly.

The dust has been put into the sheath, and Ye Wuxin always has a feeling that as long as the crazy monk is there, he is safe.

"That's because you don't deserve to die, but you always care about a lot of damn things. The mad monk said. Ye Wuxin tried very hard to find his eyes, but he still didn't find them.

"Why are you old fellow?" Hua Luowan was forced back by the palm of the crazy monk just now, and he asked as he stepped back with a light touch on his toes.

"Why are you old fellow?" the mad monk asked the same question as he watched the flowers fall.

"I'll kill and take the sword. At the end of the flower, his eyes were red, and his handsome face was a little more demonic.

"Why? Whoever kills, man kills him forever. As for snatching the sword, the old man thinks it's even more unreasonable, the gossip fan, the way to melt heaven and earth, is the world's miracle soldier, the power is infinite, isn't it a joke to give up the artifact and take the blade of others?" The crazy monk had already retracted his hand at this time, holding the rosary in his hand, and said slowly.

"Old bald donkey, I said, whoever stands in my way today will die!" Hua Luo's body exuded a cold light, and he decided to use the Hundred Flowers Sect's unique secret ice spirit magic skill to deal with the two people in front of him.

"I also said that I was going to fuck a woman last night! Didn't I do it? If I had to do what I said, what the fuck would I look like now?" Xiao Fei raised his eyebrows slightly, stabbing the person who came to kill him to death quickly and casually, and shouted at Hua Luo with a face full of resentment.

Wielding a sword, killing people, ordinary blades are as soft as tofu in front of no trace, and even without the slightest internal force, you can easily cut off the enemy's weapons.

And the weapon is broken, and the opponent's combat power is gone.

"Your father is a fool, he has the light skills to stand alone in the world but he has to commit suicide, I guess you are also a fool. The blood red in the eyes of the flowers was faint and thick, and it seemed that the mind control technique could not completely control a master like him.

This scolding didn't matter, but Xiao Fei couldn't help it.

"It's over, someone dares to scold Xiao Fei, Xiao Fei can scold him to death!" Ye Wuxin smiled bitterly and thought to himself.

"Look at you, you're smarter than me? You're a fucking lackey of the Hundred Flowers Sect, Hua Feihua picked you up, but he always taught you some crooked ways, and he has a handsome face. Besides, how many cents does my father's suicide have to do with you? You don't even know who your father is?......" Xiao Fei spat and flew wildly, his voice getting higher and higher.

The people who besieged him all retreated, presumably not for fear of death, but for fear of being sprayed with saliva.

Ye Wuxin's ears gradually quieted down, Xiao Fei's scolding gradually left him, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, as if someone pressed down with his fingers, and the whole person fell backwards, and behind him was air. The whole person fell like a meteorite, falling quickly from the air to the roof.

"Ye Wuxin!" The figure of the crazy monk flashed, grabbed him, lifted him with his backhand, and hunched him on his back.

"Give me the dust, and I can consider letting you go today. Murong Bei jumped out of the roof and stood behind the flowers, and said viciously.

"Hahahaha, what a hero you think Murong Wuji founded Murong Villa and leaned on the sword in the world? I didn't expect future generations to be so shameless, even a child like Zhuge Dian would not let go! Not to mention the third-rate behavior, he actually colluded with the Hundred Flowers Sect to seize the three swords of Lechuan, although the old man had already seen through the red dust, he would never sit idly by!" When the crazy monk said these words, the righteous Ling Ran was not crazy.

In fact, whether Guo Xiaoyun or a crazy monk, he made mistakes again and again, not hesitating to destroy Shaolin's century-old school, and also deceived teachers and ancestors, but now he saves lives and helps the wounded, walking between good and evil, is it atonement or for the right path of the rivers and lakes? Who can understand outsiders?

"You, you fart!" Murong Bei was embarrassed by his words, his face was blue and white for a while, looking colorful and embarrassed.

"Hand over the dust!" the blood red in Hua Luo's eyes once thickened, and the cold light on the fan was bubbling faintly cold, and he was brewing for the next attack.

"You weren't picked up by the flowers, but robbed by him. After all these years, don't you have a little desire to know about your background?" the mad monk said with his eyebrows furrowed, pretending to be mysterious.

Hua Luo didn't speak, and the crazy monk looked at him, still with that strange face that was ridiculous.

"Do you know my background?" Hua Luowan has been looking for his parents for so many years, but whenever he asks Hua Feihua, Hua Feihua always flickers and avoids answering.

The mad monk smiled at the corner of his mouth and said, "I know, but I'm afraid you won't believe it." ”

"Speak quickly!" Hua Luo tiptoed back a little, and her body went straight towards the mad monk like an arrow from the string.

The sound of "hiss!" was chilling, it was the sound of internal forces tearing through the air.

"Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty Sect!" I saw the crazy monk seal with one hand, the Buddha's light was ten thousand ways, and a huge Buddha statue was conjured up, the sound was like a huge thunder opening the sky, stirring and long, giving people a sense of enlightenment. The loose and tattered robe was instantly filled with the wind and quickly puffed up.

Buddhism emphasizes the universality of sentient beings, so the highest level of its martial arts is not to kill people, but to save people. Killing people is sometimes the most inferior means, and crossing the heart is the highest state. Perhaps this is the essence of Buddhist martial arts.

The flowers fell like an ice sword, flying in the air, the figure flying, ordinary people couldn't see it clearly, and the whole person turned into an ice sword together with the fan, and attacked the crazy monk frantically.

The crazy monk carried Ye Wuxin on his back, so the speed could not be exerted to the extreme, so he could only focus on guarding, so he used great mercy and compassion to deal with it.

The cold qi on the body of the flower is getting heavier and heavier, and the whole person exudes a cold air, like a puff of green smoke in the sun, and the Ice Spirit Divine Skill of the Hundred Flowers Sect is famous for freezing the enemy's strange meridians and eight veins and deadly and fast attacks.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spit out from Hua Luo's mouth, first fighting with Ye Wuxin, and then being injured by the mad monk's great mercy palm, which was barely supported at this time. Coupled with the Murong family's Soul Dementor Pill, the true qi in the body did not run smoothly, which was even worse.

"Flower donor, your real surname is Qiu, didn't you find anything abnormal when you killed Qiu without a trace?"

"No!!it can't be like this!!" Hualuo shouted loudly, spitting blood. He remembered the way Qiu looked at him without a trace, and the jade pendant hanging on his waist that was exactly the same as Hua Luo's head, and that jade pendant was still in Hua Luo's arms at this time.

The flowers fell, and the figure turned over, and disappeared into the sunlight in the distance in an instant, leaving Murong Bei standing dumbfounded, motionless.

On the ground, Xiao Fei's battle continued, and the blood on his face and bloody robes made him look extremely terrifying.