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Monk Juekong was wearing a robe, and the rain hit the robe, gurgling down, and in a blink of an eye, the monk's robe inside was already wet.

He clasped his hands together, opened his eyes wide, and loudly pronounced a Buddha horn, which came far away in the rain, and said loudly: "Several donors, there is something to discuss, why bother to use knives and guns, hurt Heqi?!"

The five people in the field ignored him, the sword light flickered, the sneering sound was faint, and the raindrops splashed, which were scattered by the long sword, and splashed on the body of the Juekong monk from time to time.

He was unconscious, his eyes were fixed on the five people on the field, for fear that they would have something long and short, his heart was concerned, his feet moved, and unconsciously, he was getting closer and closer, and the cold air seemed to pass through the rain curtain and reflect on his body.

"You four dog-legged people, you can't get along with this girl, I'll give you a little bit of power today!" the girl's delicate voice sounded, and she scolded coquettishly while swinging her long sword to resist the siege of the four.

"Little girl, you stole someone else's things, but it's reasonable!" one of them scolded in a thick voice.

"Little girl, if you hand over something, we can open the net and let you go safely, otherwise, you will be stubborn, no wonder we have destroyed the flowers!" said another person in a rough voice, very kind, as if for her sake.

"You scoundrels, those few flowery intestines, this girl doesn't know yet?!" the girl snorted disdainfully, and the sword swung vigorously, scattering a string of raindrops that flew everywhere.

She was already soaked again, clinging to her body, revealing bumpy curves that made her blood run high.

"The little girl has lived the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain!" said one of them.

"Hmph, if I hand over the sword book, how can you let me live?!" the girl snorted.

"Crackling", the sky suddenly drew a bolt of lightning, like a silver snake swimming, the surroundings are as bright as day, her sword is like cold lightning, the sword is very fast, like a shock, although only the skill of the move, no power to fight back, but still not show the image of defeat.

"As long as we get the sword score back, little girl, your life or death has nothing to do with us!" said the eldest brother in the lead.

"Hmph, let's lie to a three-year-old child!" the girl snorted, she wouldn't believe it.

People in the martial arts, for the sword spectrum Zhen more than the surname, martial arts is the root of life, and it will never be easily passed on, otherwise, there is a worry about the surname.

Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, invincible in a hundred battles, being known by others about the reality of martial arts, is an extremely dangerous thing, the sword spectrum is stolen, in addition to stealing it back, how can the person who can see the sword spectrum live in the world? !

"Since the little girl doesn't know what to do, we won't show mercy!" The boss's face was gloomy, and in the light of lightning, he looked like the king of Yama.

"Hmph, then I won't show mercy to my subordinates!" the girl snorted, unceremoniously pushed back, her body was smart, between square inches, tossing and turning, although the four long swords were extraordinary, they were always dodged by her in a hurry.

"A few donors, stop quickly, there is something to discuss, why bother to kill?!" Seeing that they had stopped, the monk Juekong hurriedly interjected and persuaded in a loud voice.

"Little monk, don't worry, they can't help me!" said the girl in a coquettish voice.

"You little monk, you have a lot of things, go away quickly, don't make noise in Lao Tzu's ears, otherwise, eat Lao Tzu's sword!" One of the big men scolded impatiently, turned around and glared at Monk Juekong, his eyes showing a fierce light.

Juekong was not afraid, still standing there, bitterly persuading, human life should be cherished, don't fight in vain, everyone should stop, if there is anything, go to the house and talk about it slowly, why bother braving the heavy rain here.

He looks with thick eyebrows and big eyes, his surname is simple and honest, more like a silent person, but he doesn't want to, when he talks, he turns over and over, and his surname is excellent, and he talks for half a quarter of an hour in one breath, without stopping, and still has no intention of stopping.

"I'm annoyed with Lao Tzu, little monk, get out of here!" The four people on the field were upset when they heard it, and they felt as if there were hundreds of bees buzzing in their ears, upset, impetuous, and difficult to make moves with peace of mind, and the power of the sword move was greatly damaged, so they could let this little girl get away with it so far.

It seems that this little monk wants to protect the little girl's skin, and they thought in their hearts, and they were not good to Monk Juekong, and their tone was rude.

"Let's just sit down and talk. Monk Juekong still persuaded unyieldingly.

"Damn, eat Lao Tzu's sword!" Finally, a big man couldn't help it, pulled out, and left the girl.

He jumped up, jumped in front of Monk Juekong, stabbed him with his sword, stabbed him in the mouth, and shouted loudly: "See you still can't stop talking?!"

Monk Juekong clasped his hands together and pronounced a Buddha name, obviously very disappointed, his own Dharma is not profound enough, otherwise, the stubborn stone can also nod.

When the tip of the sword reached the chest, the monk Juekong retreated, his body shrank back, dodged the sword, and looked at the person who came out of the sword calmly, his eyes were soft, with a little compassion, and the smile of the Buddha statue in the meditation hall was the same, faintly similar, as if he was pitiful for falling into the sea of suffering, and should turn back to the shore.

"Hey, the little monk is still a master!" The big man sighed in surprise, looked at Monk Juekong, tightened the long sword in his hand, and snorted: "Lao Tzu wants to see where you little monk is sacred!"

After that, the long sword was sent, stabbing at the beginning, with force under his feet, rushing forward, his body and the sword were one, the power was extraordinary, the raindrops were stabbed, turning into small beads that splashed around, and in a blink of an eye, he had stabbed in front of the monk Juekong.

Monk Juekong clasped his hands together, a little under his feet, and his body suddenly swayed, like the lotus leaves on the lake being blown by the breeze, and his body was light and agile, without the slightest bulkiness.

"The little monk is really good at kung fu!" the big man exclaimed, his legs together, his left foot on the instep of his right foot, his body suddenly folded, and he rushed towards Xiao Yuesheng again.

"Donor, the little monk doesn't want to do anything with you!" "Monk Juekong's body is light, his toes are on the ground, and he twists lightly, and his body is folded, and he changes smartly.

"Damn, I want to do it with you!" Dahan attacked two swords, but they were both dodged, and he was immediately annoyed and scolded.

"Donor, if the gentleman doesn't move his mouth, let's stop fighting. Monk Juekong's tone was sincere and heartwarming.

"Lao Tzu is not a gentleman, I have to share a rivalry with you!" the big man shouted angrily, his sword technique suddenly accelerated, and suddenly the sword shadow in the sky enveloped the monk Juekong, as if he wanted to devour him.

Juekong was bare-handed, only relying on his body to dodge, and suddenly became very nervous, and in desperation, he shouted loudly: "Since the donor is forced to be forced by each other, the little monk is forced to be helpless, so he has to defend himself." ”

After that, his body slowed down, his palms were slowly raised, protected in front of his chest, and when he saw the long sword stabbing at him, he slapped out with his left palm.

With a snort, the palm wind was fierce, and it was extremely fast, and when it hit the spine of the long sword, it immediately swung the long sword away, and made a crisp sound, like a symphony of gold and iron, not like a long sword and a hand, but a sword and a sword.

"What a little monk, he really has a skill, hidden deeply!" The big man's long sword trembled, not only was he not timid, but he was even more excited, licking his lips, his eyes shining, as if he had discovered some novel toy.

After persuading for so long, these people are indifferent, and the monk Juekong feels that it is useless to say more, these people are stubborn people, and they need to use their magical powers to subdue them.

So, he didn't say more, the kung fu in his hand intensified, a palm was as tight as a palm, and he slapped out, his palm was as hard as iron, it seemed that a sword and a gun were inferior, and when the long sword touched, it should be regarded as a call, as if a long sword and a long sword intersected.

"Little monk, are you from Shaolin?!" the big man retreated, his long sword was protected in front of him, his expression was solemn, he stared at Monk Juekong, and asked slowly.

Monk Juekong shook his head and saluted to the west: "The family teacher is a Shaolin disciple, but the little monk is not. ”

"No wonder," the big man nodded, and turned his head to glance at the other four people in the field, those three people dealt with the girl, and they couldn't completely suppress it, but they didn't worry about turning the tables.

He put his mind at ease, turned around, and asked Monk Juekong in a rough voice, "What did you use is the Mighty Vajra Palm?!"

Monk Juekong shook his head: "The Mighty Vajra Palm is the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, not a Shaolin disciple, you can't practice, and the little monk cultivates it, not the Mighty Vajra Palm!"

"Hey, isn't it?" the big man frowned suspiciously, half-convinced, contemplating, and presenting the original situation in his mind.

"What kind of martial arts are you doing, little monk?" the big man asked slowly, his voice a little kinder, and his expression softened slightly.

Monk Juekong clasped his hands together, bowed to the west, looked solemn, and said slowly: "The little monk made the little Vajra palm, which was born from the strong Vajra palm, which was created by the master himself. ”

"I don't know what the Dharma name ......of the Venerable Master is?" Dahan asked in a harmonious voice with an awe-inspiring heart.

His master can actually be a strong Vajra palm, he must be the core figure of the Shaolin faction, such a person is not something he can afford to offend!

"The family teacher has passed away, and it is inconvenient to tell the Dharma name. Juekong clasped his hands together and said slowly, but his tone was very resolute.

"Hmph, I see!" The big man suddenly felt relieved, since his master was dead, and he was not a disciple of Shaolin, he had no scruples.

"Come, let me meet the little monk's little King Kong palm!" he laughed, and the long sword suddenly stabbed out, making it difficult to guard against, like a sneak attack.

Monk Juekong has been on guard, and has not relaxed because of talking to him, seeing the long sword stabbed to the front door, his body leaned back, and a little under his feet, suddenly slid a foot away, dodging the long sword.

"The little monk is very slippery!" the big man laughed, a little under his feet, his body rushed forward, and the long sword continued to stab out, so that the monk would die.

Monk Juekong's right palm was upright, he took a deep breath, motionless, and when the long sword stabbed him, he slapped it violently, and the sound of "dang" was extremely crisp.

The long sword swung out, and the big man's body couldn't help but rush forward, and the door was opened in front of him, and the gap was exposed, and the monk Juekong was no longer polite, and his left palm was lightly patted.

The big man rushed forward, unable to stop, he could only watch the left palm of the monk Juekong slap towards him, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to strike, touching his left palm.

With a "bang", the two palms intersected, and then each took a step back.

Dahan's heart was awe-inspiring, and he felt that a mighty power surged from his palm, straight into his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a little jealous of the internal strength of Monk Juekong.

"Little monk, what a profound internal strength!" The big man screamed, although he was jealous, but he was very dissatisfied, his internal strength for so many years, could it be that he had practiced in vain?

Monk Juekong also felt very happy, for so many years, there had never been such a hearty heart, and he couldn't help nodding: "Come on, donor, please first!"

After that, he moved slowly, and his palms changed color slightly, but it rained very heavily, dark clouds shrouded him, the sky was dark, and no one could see his palms clearly without lightning.

"Okay, little monk, look at the palm!" The big Han Suo surname abandoned the sword and did not use it, and only used the palm technique to deal with Juekong, wanting to win it with internal strength.

The momentum of the big man's palm is extraordinary, as if it is just and fierce, and the rain droplets in front of him are still far away from the palm, and they are pushed away.

Monk Juekong looked solemn, stared at his palms, and then slowly raised his right palm, gently pushed it out, and met the left palm of the big man.

"You're looking for death!" the big man snorted angrily, adding a little more force to his palm.

He originally thought that although this little monk was nagging and extremely annoying, he didn't have a bad heart, and he needed to spare his life.

But when he saw Juekong despise himself like this, a nameless fire suddenly broke out, and he couldn't care about anything else, so he wanted to hurt Juekong under his feet.

"Master, the little monk is also fighting with someone, let's go out and have a look?!" Xiaohe fidgeted, twisted his body, and asked anxiously.

Xiao Yuesheng had already finished drinking the porridge, shook his head, and said, "It's raining so hard, what are you going out to do, it's better to eat your food honestly!"

A bowl of porridge in front of Xiaohe, but she only drank half a bowl, and the rest of the half bowl, she really didn't have the heart to eat it anymore, she was in a hurry, but the old man didn't let it go.

"Master, this little monk is a good person, if he is injured, how can it be good?" Xiao He blinked his bright eyes and persuaded in a coquettish voice.

"Well, that's right, although the little girl is a little naughty, but the little monk is kind-hearted, if there is no good reward, I am afraid that there will be one less good person in the world," Xiao Yuesheng nodded, and his heavy brows wrinkled: "...... Let's go out and have a look!"

"The old man is wise!" Xiao Hejiao cheered, jumped up, shook his body, and had already left the meditation hall and appeared in the corridor outside the room.

The rain kept falling, pouring down, like a big hole in the sky, and the yard had accumulated some water after such a big effort.

"Slow down!" Xiao Yuesheng hurriedly shouted.

At this time, Xiaohe was already standing on the corridor, Qiao Shengsheng stood there, beckoning to Xiao Yuesheng, and then watched the situation of their battle in the field, and couldn't wait.

"Sir, come over quickly. Xiaohe saw that he still got up slowly, he was very anxious for him, the show was coming soon, the two of them pushed out their palms separately, and they were about to meet together, who was strong and who was weak, it would be clear at a glance.

Xiaohe called out again: "Master, come over later!"

"It's coming. Xiao Yuesheng nodded impatiently, her body shook, and the green shadow flashed, and she came to the place beside her.

"Bang!" As if hitting the sound of defeat, the right palm of the monk Juekong intersected with the opponent's left hand, and the two of them each took a step back.

"Crackling" lightning suddenly appeared, like a silver snake suddenly appearing in the sky, swimming in a meandering way, illuminating the surroundings.

"Good internal skills, how does the little monk practice?!" That big man is quite incredible, so young, he has such profound internal skills, it is really incredible.

"The little monk is blunt, and his martial arts are very low. Monk Juekong pronounced a Buddha horn and shook his head, as if he was quite puzzled.

He didn't know what his martial arts were, but he kept practicing, and he enjoyed it as a fun thing.

Although he didn't feel how the internal force flowed, he felt that his body was very comfortable, so he kept practicing with relish.

If he dissolves the palm technique, because he is negligent in fighting with others, his experience is extremely tender, and he will naturally lose, so he will compete with internal strength, but it is what he is good at.

"Third brother, don't delay blindly, use palm skills to deal with him, don't fight hard!" The boss was very annoyed when he saw that the two of them were talking, and reprimanded.

"Big brother, this little monk is not bad, why don't you kill him, how about it?" The third brother turned his head to look at the eldest brother who was swinging his sword and stabbing at the girl, and discussed seriously.

"Well, it's up to you to kill or not, it's only right to come over and help!" the boss exclaimed impatiently, his tone angry.

The three of them couldn't pack a little girl, and the nest in their hearts can be imagined, so they naturally spoke with anger.

The girl's steps are quite wonderful, and the swordsmanship is also powerful, at the beginning, under the siege of the four people, she is as dangerous as a nest egg, and she is in danger.

But her footwork is wonderful, always able to turn the corner, after a few times, the heart is determined, began to practice the swordsmanship seriously, after a dozen moves, the original learned swordsmanship, like a trickle of spring water, quietly flowing in the heart, every move of the swordsmanship, then feel beautiful, indescribable.

Later, one of the four was missing, and she turned to attack Juekong, and she faced a lot less pressure, and her swordsmanship was even more free.

Later, the more refined her swordsmanship became, the more exquisite the sword moves she used, and even the swordsmanship she made was the one they had just performed.

Such a strange act suddenly made their hearts white, and they felt more and more that the little girl in front of them was tricky and difficult, and they really didn't know what to do.

"Little girl, do you still want to hold on and resolutely refuse to hand over the sword book?!" one of the big men asked fiercely.

"I'll borrow it for two days, and I'll naturally return it to him, what's the hurry?!" the girl grinned, her swordsmanship was refined, she fought happily, and her mood returned to a sunny day.

"Alright, then we're going to make a killer move, be careful!" the boss said in a deep voice.

"If you have any skills, just use them!" the girl laughed coquettishly, full of confidence.

Over there, the big man looked straight and snorted: "Little monk, I won't play with you, look at the sword!"

After that, the long sword swung and rubbed his body up, and the sword light instantly enveloped the monk Juekong, the long sword was as fast as lightning, and the sword chased the soul.

"Master, this is a bit of a Soul Chasing Sword!" Xiao He pointed over there in the corridor and laughed coquettishly.

Monk Juekong's body changed, and he wanted to dodge the long sword, but after all, he had little experience against the enemy, and he had no experience.

"Little monk, if you are defeated, retreat first. The big man stopped and put away his sword, stared at Juekong, and said slowly.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Juekong clasped his hands together, pronounced a Buddha call loudly, bowed his head and said nothing.

"Master, it was so dangerous just now!" Xiaohe patted her towering chest, and exhaled coquettishly, she almost wanted to use her finger magic to save people, but fortunately, the little monk was not injured.

Xiao Yuesheng glanced at her, shook his head and smiled, he didn't speak, he had already buckled a chess piece in his palm, but when he saw the sword momentum of the big man, he was not worried, so he calmed down and didn't make a move.

(To be continued)