"Baoshu, what do you want to do?" Seeing Baoshu walking towards Hu Dali's side step by step, he couldn't help but be angry, "Do you want to be a traitor too?"

Although Baoshu's martial arts are low, timid and cowardly, staying in Baijiaquan will not play much role in improving the strength of Baijiaquan, but his rebellion will have a great negative impact on Baijiaquan. The disciples of the sect escaped and betrayed under the Death Fist, which would first make the Death Fist people laugh off their big teeth. Furthermore, what if the partners saw that Baoshu betrayed Baijiaquan and took refuge in Killing Boxing, they also had the same idea and questioned Baijiaquan?

Thinking of this, Hate Tianyi grabbed the treasure tree: "You come back for me!"

"Ahh

"Smack!" There was a soft sound, and a powerful big hand gently blocked the hand that hated the sky, and the person who stopped the hating hand was Hu Dali, "What are you doing? Restricting personal freedom? Are you Baijiaquan a cult?"

Seeing the little overlord Hu Dali coming over, he couldn't help but tremble slightly with fright, and didn't dare to say anything more.

Seeing that he hated the sky and was so frightened that he didn't dare to let go of a fart, Hu Dali couldn't help but be very proud, he turned his head, patted Baoshu's back gently, and said: "Not bad! Brother Baoshu! You can see the situation clearly, abandon the darkness and turn to the light, resolutely break away from the hundred fists, and throw yourself into my life-killing fist, it is really commendable! You go down first and have a good rest, the eldest brother has cleaned up these people, and he will come to give you a drink!"

Hearing Hu Dali say this, Baoshu's face showed a relaxed and happy smile.

"Baoshu, you spineless thing! neither you nor Shi Xiaotian will end well!" Seeing that Baoshu finally betrayed Baijiaquan, he shouted with a smile.

"Who of you is willing to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, break away from the hundred schools of thought, and take refuge in the fatal boxing, you can stand up together! Uncle Hu is magnanimous and does not blame you for all your mistakes!" Finally, when Xiaotian and the others lost face, Hu Dali's heart was extremely happy, and he became extraordinarily tolerant.

"Dog thief, all of us are iron-clad men, and we will never give in to you traitors of the common people!" Xiao Tian shouted impassionedly. At the same time as he said this, the people of Baijiaquan also stood in place, and no one listened to Hu Dali's demagoguery and betrayed Baijiaquan.

"Up!" Seeing that the people of Baijiaquan were so stubborn, Hu Dali no longer wasted his lips and tongue, and with a wave of his hand, the disciples of the Killing Fist rushed towards the disciples of Baijiaquan like hungry wolves.

"Woo Woo Woo!" The disciples of Baijiaquan were not to be outdone, and they fought back one after another, and the two sides fought again.

Although no one surrendered again, but after the rebellion of Baoshu, the morale of Baijiaquan had already plummeted, and the original manpower and martial arts were not as good as the life-killing boxing, and the Baijiaquan could no longer resist the offensive of the life-killing boxing, and was quickly defeated.

"Let's go!" Seeing that the army was defeated like a mountain, Hatian hurriedly grabbed the hands of Xiaotian, Xiaohua and others, and fled to the east of the county seat.

"If you want to run, it's not that easy! chase me!" Hu Dali gave an order, and Murong Xiu, Li Biao and the others led the disciples and minions of the Death Fist to chase after them.

After running to the east of Yanling County for an unknown amount of time, a beautiful hill appeared in front of Hatian and the others.

"You can't run away!" With a few "whirring" sounds, several disciples of the Fatal Fist had already flown forward, blocking the way of Hattian, Xiaotian, Xiaohua and others.

"You dog thieves! Helping to abuse and oppress the people, you will not die well!" Seeing that he was cornered, he scolded in despair.

"You scold!" After scolding these few sentences, the uncle will cut off your tongue and let it rest well!" Li Biao smiled proudly.

"Brute!" Hearing Li Biao say this, Xiaotian couldn't help but cry out in despair.

"Stop!" Several disciples of the Fatal Fist grabbed Xiao Tian and were about to poison him, when a righteous roar suddenly came down from the hill.

Listening to the voice, the person who shouted this sentence should be a man in the prime of life, he should not be close to here, but for some reason, his roar was surprisingly loud, like a big bell close to his ear, which shook people numbly.

"Who?" was scolded by such a loud voice, and the disciples of the Killing Fist couldn't help but be startled, and hurriedly turned around, not daring to harm Xiaotian again.

On a path in front of the hill, a middle-aged monk with a steady figure and a red face walked down slowly. Apparently, he must have been the one who made that roar. There was also a young man behind him, looking at the dress, he should be a lay disciple of the sect where this monk belongs.

"Senior Brother Yongju!" Seeing the young man behind the monk, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and rushed towards the young man with joy.

"Want to run?" a disciple of the Fatal Fist slashed towards the hated sky with one palm.

"Be careful!" Before Xiaotian's words fell, the disciple of the Fatal Fist flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

"What's going on?" The disciples of Baijiaquan and Deadly Fist present couldn't help but be confused.

"Senior Brother Yongju!" Hate Tian didn't care about what happened to the Death Fist disciple who tried to sneak up on him, and continued to run towards the young man. It seems that this young man is what Hatian said about "Senior Brother Yongzhu", and he and Hatian have known each other for a long time.

"Stop!" the two disciples of the Death Fist each slapped and grabbed him at the same time.

"Bang Bang!" This time everyone saw clearly what was going on, it turned out to be the middle-aged monk, he gently waved his sleeves twice, and the two disciples of the Fatal Fist flew out for some reason and fell to the ground.

"Demon Method?" Seeing the strangeness of the monk's martial arts, Murong Xiu couldn't help but think of this, "Demon monk, in broad daylight, do you dare to commit murder and hurt people?"

"Don't be afraid, Daming, we're coming!" With a panting shout, a tall and chubby boy arrived with a short, thin boy. This tall and chubby young man was Hongguang, he heard that Hu Dali and the others had framed Ma Erming and came to harm Ma Daming and them, so he hurriedly found Shi Xiaotian over.

"Hey! It's really 'not a family that doesn't enter the door'! A big demon monk just came, and the little demon monk arrived later!" Seeing that Shi Xiaotian also arrived in a hurry, Murong Xiu couldn't help but be very angry. With dozens of life-killing fist disciples by his side, and Hu vigorously supporting him, Murong Xiu was not so afraid of Shi Xiaotian.

"What are you talking about?, do you still know how to do spells here?" Hearing Murong Xiu say this, Yongzhu couldn't help but look at the young people very curiously. When his gaze swept to Shi Xiaotian, Shi Xiaotian's face couldn't help but blush slightly.

The middle-aged monk waved his hand lightly, signaling Yongzhu to leave nothing else to worry about first, he recited the Buddha's name, walked up to Murong Xiu and Li Biao, and said sharply: "Do you have any deep hatred with these benefactors, do you have to cut off people's hands and feet, and cut off your mouth and nose? The sea of bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore! The poor monk advised a few people to quickly put down the butcher's knife and stop doing these things that hurt the heavens and reason!"

"What? Where are you a demon monk? How dare you meddle with our business? Get out of here, or the uncle will even arrest you!" Li Biao said as he pushed the middle-aged monk with one palm.

"I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!" Amitabha!" The middle-aged monk chanted a Buddha name, and with a slight movement of his arm, Li Biao immediately flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

"Let's go up together, defeat this demon monk!" With a shout from Murong Xiu, the disciples of the Fatal Fist rushed towards the middle-aged monk one after another.

Although the disciples of the Killing Fist are all children of rich families, they practice the Killing Fist diligently, all of them are strong and strong, and their martial arts are strong, even if they are Hu Dali, they can't withstand so many people attacking at the same time. The middle-aged monk was not afraid at all, and with a slight wave of his sleeves, he immediately knocked dozens of strong and strong life-killing fist disciples away.

"Monster!" Seeing that the middle-aged monk had such great strength, the disciples of the Fatal Fist turned pale with fright, and hurriedly fled back to Yanling County.

"You give me a good listen! The Buddha is not a monster, but a Taoist monk of Tianning Temple in Jinling Mansion! This person in front of you is the head of Tianning Temple, the golden-bodied Arhat Budai monk in front of the Buddha! You should remember it carefully, don't make a mistake next time!" Seeing that the disciples of the Fatal Fist were hateful and ignorant, Yongzhu couldn't help but shout.