Just as Yankong was approaching the three-eyed monk step by step, Zhang Xiaoyue, who was standing behind the three-eyed monk, was extremely nervous, and whispered to the three-eyed monk: "Brother Sanmu, you have killed someone, run quickly!

"Run, where to run?"

Yankong's ears moved, and he had already heard Zhang Xiaoyue's voice in his ears: "If you kill someone, you want to run, that's so easy!"

As he spoke, his body rushed forward suddenly, and his palms were several points larger than just now, and the palms that were originally flesh red turned into pale yellow at some point, and his palms were staggered, and he suddenly slapped at the chest of the three-eyed monk.

The three-eyed monk, who was expressionless and dazed, suddenly tightened his whole body when he slapped his palms in the air, stretched out his hand and gently flicked it, and Zhang Xiaoyue beside him fell to the side, and then raised his arms and struck each other, which was the double wind in Luohan's fist.

The three-eyed monk is tall, his arms are much stronger than ordinary people, and at this time, his fists hit Yankong's head, and before Yankong's palms approached his chest, he was afraid that he would be smashed by Sanmu's head.

Yankong suddenly shouted, lowered his head, and plunged his palms into the abdomen of the three-eyed monk.

At this moment, the three-eyed monk's fists suddenly changed into palms, stepped back and leaned, pressed down, and pressed his palms towards Yankong's back. This move is called regression and subjugation, and it is also a move in Luohan Boxing.

Yankong exhaled and opened his voice, his body turned in a circle, and instantly turned to the side of the three-eyed monk's body, patted the weakness of the three-eyed monk with both palms, and slapped the back waist, castration was sharp, and the sound of breaking the air was extremely sharp.

The two of them fought quickly, and they exchanged more than ten moves in a moment, and the person with poor eyesight next to them couldn't see how the two made moves at all, only to see a cloud of gray gas and a red shadow changing back and forth in the field, and the sound of bang-bang energy was endless.

There are a total of seven people with the Yankong monk, after being killed by the three-eyed monk, there are still six people left, and now Yankong and the three-eyed are fighting, and the remaining five people look at each other, and they all look at Zhang Xiaoyue who is standing next to them, and said in their hearts: "Catch this little girl, don't worry about this monk not giving in!"

An old man smiled, his body rose from the ground, and pounced towards Zhang Xiaoyue like a strange bird.

Yankong, who was fighting with Sanmu, had already seen what this person was doing, and exclaimed, "Don't!"

Just as Yankong was stunned and stopped, the three-eyed monk who was fighting with him then retreated, and with a toe pick, the firewood stick that he was still on the ground just now rose into the air and quickly flew into the hands of Sanmu.

With the three-eyed wooden stick in his hand, his momentum changed suddenly, and an extremely tragic murderous aura exploded from his body, and he suddenly kicked towards Yankong, and on the other side, he exerted force with both hands, and the wooden stick in his hand was like a spear, stabbing at the old man in the air.

"Poof!"

After a muffled sound, the smile on the face of the old man in the air had just appeared, and he was picked up in the air by this wooden stick through his chest and back.

In the miserable howl of the old man, Sanmu shook his arms, and the wooden stick in his hand twitched back, and the tail of the stick was lightning-like and pointed at the throat of Yankong who rushed towards him.

Yankong shouted, volleyed a somersault, and dodged the sudden stick of Sanmu.

"Good marksmanship!"

After Yankong jumped out of the circle, he shouted with a shocked face: "Stop! I won't arrest you today, but you have to follow me to the temple to see the abbot no matter what!"

After stabbing the old man to death with three eyes and a stick, he was about to continue to rush forward, but after hearing Yankong's words, his body immediately stood still, holding the wooden stick in his hand, and stood without saying a word on the spot, still looking dazed.

But now, no one at the scene has the mind to underestimate him, their palms are sweaty, and their hearts are pounding, for fear that the big monk in front of him will poke him to death with a stick.

The old man on the ground who was blinded and broken on his chest and back died for a while, lying on the ground with blood flowing and moaning. But in the face of such a vicious three-eyed monk, no one dared to get close to check his injuries.

Zhang Xiaoyue trembled and walked to Sanmu's side, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Sanmu, you have killed another person! What can I do about this? The government will arrest you!"

Sanmu looked indifferent, and slowly walked forward.

Yankong and the others have become frightened birds, seeing Sanmu's body moving forward, they were frightened and retreated, and when they found out that he was not coming towards him, they breathed a sigh of relief, but then they reacted, and they all blushed slightly, feeling that they were really embarrassed, and they were scared like this by a stupid monk.

But in the face of such a beast-like guy, everyone is afraid of anyone, and even Yankong is a little frightened.

Everyone saw that the three-eyed monk bent down and picked up the wood scattered on the ground one by one, then tied it into two bundles, picked it with a wooden stick, and walked forward slowly, all holding their breath and concentrating, without saying a word.

Only Zhang Xiaoyue's anxious voice sounded in the field: "Brother Sanmu, let's not want these dry firewood, you can run! If you kill someone, someone will arrest you, woo woo woo woo ......"

She had never experienced such a tragic scene as in front of her, her body trembled vigorously, and she was bent on escaping.

was indifferent to Zhang Xiaoyue's crying, and he seemed to be just casually doing the killing, completely unimpressed.

It's like a mosquito and fly get close to you, and you just pinch them to death and don't pay attention to it at all.

After he packed up the dry firewood, he reached out and patted Zhang Xiaoyue on the shoulder, and strode forward.

Zhang Xiaoyue wiped her eyes, chased after him with tears in her eyes, and shouted, "Brother Miki, you wait for me!"

She was helpless at this time, and she thought about going home, ready to tell her father Zhang Guangyuan to see if he had any way to solve this matter.

Seeing Sanmu carrying dry firewood and leaving, Yankong and the others did not dare to stop them, and watched the two of them leave, their faces were extremely ugly.

It wasn't until Sanmu and Zhang Xiaoyue left that everyone at the scene walked towards the two people on the ground.

"Both are dead!"

The only young woman in the middle of no one said softly: "Master Yankong, if people say that Shaolin Kung Fu is the source of martial arts, I didn't believe it at first, but I didn't expect to meet a delirious stupid monk today who is so powerful, it can be seen that Shaolin Kung Fu really deserves its reputation, and the little sister really understands it this time!"

Yankong's face was ugly, and when he heard her speak, he gritted his teeth, and knew that she was insincere, and said immediately: "The little girl said just now, these three eyes are also my Shaolin disciples, you can rest assured, the death of Yuan Gongzi and Zhang Lao Boxer, my Shaolin Temple will definitely give you an explanation!"

He glanced at everyone and said softly: "But I have a word first, today's incident, half of the blame for the three-eyed monk, but also half of the reason is on us. If Yuan Feiqing hadn't molested the women of the good family without authorization, he wouldn't have been beaten to death by Sanmu, and Zhang Xianggong might not have been poked to death by Sanmu if he didn't want to kidnap that little girl!"

Today, two fellow martial artists died in front of the mountain gate at once, and in order to maintain Shaolin's face, Yankong naturally wants to give everyone an explanation, but it is impossible to blindly show weakness and extinguish the prestige of Shaolin.

He instructed: "Leave two people to guard the corpses, and the rest will go back to Shaolin with me, I will tell the abbot about this matter, and let his old man decide!"

Yankong said this, and sighed: "Everyone, let's be more restrained in the future, light girl, hostage-taking, it's better to do less such things!"

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