Seeing that the round bamboo in the little monk's hand fell on the top of the Jindan monk's head, the Jindan monk snorted, his eyes opened slightly, his body stiffened, blood overflowed from his mouth, and the whole person fell straight down.

In just such an instant, a Jindan monk fell like this, and they watched from the sidelines, and they didn't even have time to stop it.

It can't be said that it's too late, but they didn't expect that after this little monk seriously injured the other party's muscles and veins, he would kill him in the next moment.

Doesn't it say that the children of Buddhism don't kill? Why is this an exception?

Say he's not a monk? In this world, the parents of the body hair and skin, except for the people in the Buddhist sect, who have seen a shaved head?

However, this man's strength was unfathomable and his temper was strange, and no one dared to question his words anymore.

After all, for immortal cultivators, if a monk with low strength offends a strong person, he can be killed in a minute, and others will not say anything, because, in the world of immortal cultivation, the strong are respected, and everything is the strength that speaks!

"Do you want to learn about it, too?" The round bamboo in Tang Ning's hand was withdrawn, and his eyes looked at the few Jindan monks.

"Don't dare." A few people arched their hands and paused, and the old man asked, "Dare to ask the honorable driver, how to call it?" ”

Tang Ning glanced at them, and with the round bamboo in his hand as a staff, he walked on the ground, and walked unhurriedly into the forest, a faint voice came out of her mouth and fell into their ears.

"Master Tang."

Tang poetry? Tang Shi?

Almost instinctively, everyone felt that the two words in his mouth should be the two words at the end.

Watching the figure fade away until it disappeared from their sight, no one stopped it. Instead, he looked at the corpse in front of him and sighed lightly.

"We're acquainted with him, so let's send his body back!"

"I'm afraid, they won't give up." The other said, looking in the direction where the little monk left, and said, "The one who left his name is probably not afraid of being sought revenge." ”

"This person's strength is unfathomable, and I don't know which Buddhist sect he comes from? As soon as he made a move, it was a killing move, and it was a move to control the enemy, and he was ruthless in putting people to death, and it is estimated that he is really as he said, he is not a disciple of Buddhism. ”

Hearing this, everyone was silent. There is also a faint guess in his heart, maybe this little monk is really as he said, he is not a disciple of Buddhism, because except for his bald head, his demeanor is really not a little like a Buddhist disciple.

At this time, the unfathomable little monk in their mouths forced himself to walk to a place where no one was, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person sat under the big tree and gasped.

"It's dangerous! If there is another one, I'll be really exposed. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and muttered.

Xiao Hei, who stopped at her shoulder, was about to speak, and her little eyes moved, looking at the black figure that appeared in front of Tang Ning like a ghost.

Tang Ning thought that it was those Jindan monks who followed, and he was about to stand up with a round bamboo in one hand, when he met the person in front of him, it was none other than the evil god who was obviously good-looking, but he was wearing a ghost mask.

"Hehe, donor, this is the third time we have met, I think, you must not be related to my Buddha, but to me."

Moreover, it must be a bad fate.