Vol 2 Chapter 183: Pseudo-guwu first person

"Amitabha. ~~~.." A Buddha number, a monk guarded in front of Jinyang several people.

The sinful sky and the sudden appearance of the monk slammed a palm, and when it landed, it made a "squeaky" noise, and the uncontrollable "噔噔噔" retired several steps before standing firm.

He is a big man in his heart, can bomb him into such a person, what kind of master is this, how can there be such a master in the city?

At the moment of standing firm, he was anxious to see who the person was. When he saw the person in front of Jinyang and others, he was full of sweaty face and twitched a few times. The person who accepted the repelling him turned out to be such a person.

Standing opposite is a thin old monk with a dry branch, the thin body standing in the night wind, the wind blowing over people worry that he will be blown away by the wind.

But is it true that such a person has repelled the famous evil days?

If you don't experience it yourself, you can't believe that one day you will be defeated by such a person.

In fact, it’s not just the evil days. It’s the people in Jinwumen who are unbelievable. The people who saved them and repelled the evils are actually the old monks of such a thin, dry and dry, this Nima is a person. The peak of normal thinking and ideas is too strong.

"Who are you?" The sinful eyes of the pair of bronze bells, the eyes of the fierce violently toward the monk.

"Amitabha, the old dead leaves dare to ask the donor to keep people." The dead leaves said a Buddha, the old voice with a pleading. In fact, he does not have to beg for anything with his strength. He can kill two people directly, but he is a monk. Their obsession is not something that ordinary people can understand.

"Master of the dead leaves, you are the first person known as the pseudo-Guwu, the master of the dead leaves of the Dragon Soul Temple?" This is the exclamation of the people behind Jinwumen. The dead leaves are known as the first person of the pseudo-guru, and their reputation has long resounded throughout the pseudo-guru world. They have never seen people naturally heard.

"You are the dead leaves?" The smile is also the same as the first person. The name of the dead leaves is not famous in the semi-ancient martial art. The ancient Wumen faction even passed him on to the real ancient Wu world.

No one knows where his strength is now. No one knows that he only knows that he is very powerful.

Since it is a dead leaf shot, the laughter and the evil will not dare to act rashly. They don’t understand, this old monk is so good how to run this to interfere with their affairs.

"Master of the dead leaves, we and you have no time to have no hatred in the past, why do you want to interfere with our affairs. I advise you not to be too busy with your business." The evil voice is not good.

"Amitabha, the donor, has to spare people and spare people. Jinwumen and the old man once had a good relationship, and asked the two donors to give the old man a few thin faces and let them live a path."

When I heard this, the people present knew it. It is no wonder that the old monk suddenly ran out to save Jinwumen. It turned out that they had become attached to each other.

The dead leaves and the Jinwumen became attached. It was a matter of decades ago. At that time, the dead leaves entered the semi-ancient world and pursued the martial arts. Unfortunately, when the life was in danger, Jin Muyun, the doorkeeper of Jinwumen, was met. Jin Muyun saved the dead leaves. Life, since then, the dead leaves and Jinwumen have formed this good relationship.

A few days ago, Jin Mumen, the master of Jinwumen, received the information passed by his men through the stone. Jinyang did not work well. Jin Muyun understands the virtue of his son. He is worried that he will help the dead leaves through the phonic stone and let the dead leaves take care of Jinyang.

The dead leaves read Jin Muyun's life-saving grace, the benefactor's support he did not dare to neglect, he has been reborn for more than a decade, and he pursued the traces of Jinyang and others.

Just this evening he found the Jinwumen people and saved Jinyang and others at a critical moment. In the words of a monk, this is also a chance to let the dead leaves repay in the midst of it.

Jin Yang and others have never seen dead leaves before, and naturally do not know him, but the dead leaves are familiar with Jinyang, because when the dead leaves have seen Jinyang, when they were old, they also sent a bead to Jinyang as a gift for the age of majority. This bead was hung on the neck of Jinyang.

This bead is not an ordinary bead. It contains a unique aura. This aura is connected with the dead leaves, so as long as the dead leaves reach a certain extent around the bead, he can feel the breath of the bead. So quickly rushed over and urgently saved Jinyang and others.

This is a must, and it is indeed a great opportunity and luck.

"If we don't let it go?" The genius of tyranny, regardless of the broken edge between Jinwumen and the dead leaves, comes to him. If the people of Jinwumen today are saved by a dead old monk, it is playing. His face.

Since the debut, no one has been able to save people from his hands. His bad name is not white.

What's more, the dead leaves are still only a pseudo-ancient warrior. The two masters of the ancient martial arts have handed over people for a few words from a pseudo-ancient warrior. This makes them face up. This is not a smile. Is the reputation shameful?

Then, the old monk of the dead leaves is powerful, but the laughter is not a vegetarian. The two are not necessarily the opponents of the dead leaves. They are one of the three martial arts tribes of the ancient martial arts, who will be afraid of a pseudo ancient warrior in the district?

The dead leaves saw the face of the evil, listened to his tone, and knew that today's things could not be good, and he also heard the names of laughter and sorrow. They wanted to kill, and almost no one dared to stop them easily. Otherwise it is a catastrophe.

However, the dead leaves still want to work hard to fight for it. "The two donors, God has a good life, why should you kill it?"

"Old vulture, I am too lazy to talk nonsense with you, since you are coming to pick up this drowning water, then the old rules, you go to die with them." After this, "brush", the evil day is drawn from behind A black Piccolo, this is his weapon.

It is hard to imagine that the flute is a kind of art, elegant, and only elegant people like to use this thing, but did not expect that the evil heaven is such a wild and rough, and looks like a primitive man. I will use such a refined thing as a weapon.

Of course, it doesn't matter what weapon you use. The important thing is that since he has taken out the weapon, the evil war is about to begin.

"Hehehe, old evil, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, there is something to sit down and talk with your temper." The smiling face of the tiger smiled and walked over.

"Talk about a ball, old vulture, you have to find the dead Laozi to fulfill you, pick up the move." The savage sky screams and slams into the dark night sky, the flute in the night sky with tearing air The whistling bombarded the head of the dead leaves.

In the back, the smiling face of the tiger just smiled. In fact, he had already had a heart-to-heart relationship with the evil, and he also shot at the same time. The iron ruler in his hand attacked the back of the dead leaves from behind. The combination of laughter and wickedness is extraordinary.

"Amitabha." The dead leaves calmly uttered the Buddha, and the voice was a bit helpless. At this moment, even if he didn't want to shoot again, he was forced to shoot. The Buddha's voice did not fall. The skinny hand that saw the bones was so thin, the string of beads hanging on the neck vacated and greeted the attack. The flute and the iron ruler.

The next moment, the beads will be smashed together with the flute and the iron ruler.

The three super masters are fighting, the movement is different, and the fighting sounds far and wide. Fortunately, this is the evening, and here is more shunned, otherwise it will not cause any confusion.

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"Strange, what did you smell?"

At this time, not far from here, Qin Hao took the strange way all the way to search for the spirit of Shi Bingying.

Starting from the airport where the plane left, it was strange to take Qin Hao all the way to sniff the breath left by Shi Bingying for a long time.

The smell that was originally blamed was very sensitive. After arriving in this area, the smell of sausages coming from nearby attracted strangeness, causing its smell to have problems for a while, and sniffing and smelling the place.

Qin Hao looked at this remote place, and the low and dilapidated houses around him. He had some doubts. What did Shi Bingying do in this place?

However, he is still very confident about the strange smell, because the previous practice has proved that the strange sense of smell is not wrong. Maybe Shi Bingying is really in this place.

"Where." Suddenly, I groaned my hair and made a continuous "whistling" sound. It was very exciting, and the excitement was flowing out.

Qin Hao’s heart was also a joy, it seems to be in the front of this house.

Really, blame "whistling" and shouting, "嗖" slammed into the front of the house, Qin Hao immediately chased in.

Inside, it is a simple meat processing factory. I don’t know why I can’t see a figure in the factory. Some of the shelves and drying rods in the factory were covered with sausages of different lengths, and the blame rushed to the sausages, and they screamed and sang.

"Nima!" Qin Hao was made to laugh and cry, really want to rush to kill this guy.

"I blame ~EbookFREE.me~ Laozi asks you to find someone, who tm lets you find sausages, I rely on!" Qin Hao screamed and rushed over, grabbed his hand and grabbed the fur behind the cat's big blame neck. It’s up.

Ignore the blame, continue to devour the sausage that has already eaten the second half, and carry out the final elimination of this sausage, which is like eating sausage without 800 years.

Qin Hao was so eager to sweep, and all the sausages around the shelves and the juggling disappeared, all of which were absorbed by his space ring.

"Tigers and tigers." The strange eyes that wiped out the sausages turned around and saw that the sausages were gone. They knew that Qin Hao had closed up, so they screamed toward Qin Haohu, and looked at Qin Hao with pity. It seems to be again: "Poor and pity me, give it to eat."

Qin Hao glanced at it and was swearing at it. The fighting sound from a distance attracted his attention.

"Someone is fighting? Go and see."

Qin Hao’s
嗖
sounded out, because he felt that it was not an ordinary person’s fight, that is, the warrior was killing.