Chapter 855: Monk dressed as a tramp

A weird atmosphere began to fill up in the bridge cave, and all the tramp looked at Xingyu in horror and became shivering.
No one knows how Xingyu did it. Looking at the potholes that were knocked out on the wall, the tramp swallowed hard, and no one dared to move the cans of beer scattered on the ground. .
Everyone was shocked by Xingyu.
"I am so strong?" Xingyu looked at his hands for a long time before he could hold back such a sentence.
The other homeless people all stared at Xingyu, not daring to move at all.
Xingyu took a deep breath, and then reluctantly accepted the status quo, pretending to be calm, glanced at the surrounding homeless people, and shouted in a deep voice: "Give me wherever you come. If you make trouble here, don't Blame me for being polite!"
In order to help the momentum, Xingyu also gathered spiritual power on the soles of his feet and stepped on it.
boom!
Xingyu stepped on a pit directly on the ground, and suddenly a group of homeless men knelt on the ground, Chong Xingyu kept kowtow and shouted for mercy.
Even Xingyu himself was taken aback, but fortunately his panic was not seen by other homeless people, so Xingyu's image has not collapsed yet.
Returning to a calm state, Xingyu glanced at the hobos who were kneeling on the ground, and whispered: "Get out of here!"
Frightened by Xingyu's voice, a group of homeless people actually rolled out with their heads in their arms as Xingyu said.
Soon, only Xingyu and the tramp who had rescued him were left in the shed.
Xingyu noticed that the tramp was still in the shed, and was a little surprised.
"Are you... not afraid?" Xingyu asked the tramp.
The tramp just looked at Xingyu quietly, without speaking or doing anything.
"It's okay if you're not afraid, I'm just about to ask you a little question. Just now I scared everyone away when my head was hot... Fortunately you are still there." Xingyu said with a smile, bending over to pick it up. Beer to the side.
"Let's drink while...poof!"
As soon as Xingyu turned around with the beer, he felt severe pain in his abdomen.
Xingyu flew out, broke through the wall, and fell to the ground.
"Ahem!" Xingyu vomited a mouthful of blood, holding his stomach and raising his head with difficulty, only to see that the tramp was looking at him coldly and slowly walking towards him.
Click!
The tramp stepped on the beer can in front of him, came to Xingyu, stretched out his dirty hand to grab Xingyu's collar, and lifted Xingyu up.
"How did you find here?" The homeless man looked at Xingyu and asked in a cold voice.
"I, I..." Xingyu didn't understand what had happened, and didn't know why the tramp suddenly became like this.
Although Xingyu has not yet figured out what happened, Xingyu already knows that this tramp is definitely a monk!
The punch that the tramp hit on Xingyu's stomach just now directly shook Xingyu's lack of spiritual power, and now Xingyu can't use a little strength.
An ordinary person can never do this.
Xingyu also couldn't figure out why a monk was willing to live in such a cold and humid place.
Even a rookie who just entered the world of cultivation, as long as he can use his spiritual power and can live comfortably in the world of ordinary people, it is impossible for a monk to live with a group of homeless people.
boom!
Before Xingyu could speak, he was hit again by the tramp in his abdomen. Xingyu coughed up a pool of blood and sprayed it on the tramp's face.
However, the tramp didn't care about Xingyu's blood at all. He still looked at Xingyu coldly and forced him to ask, "How did you find this place?"
"Who, are you?" Xingyu looked at the tramp weakly, completely unaware of his grievances with him.
Even if he came here as a monk to pretend to be a tramp, now he involuntarily beat himself up, which made Xingyu feel very aggrieved.
Hearing Xingyu's words, the homeless man sneered at the corner of his mouth and threw Xingyu directly against the corner of the wall, condensing a spiritual blade in his palm, which was breathtaking.
"It's all this way, don't you admit it?" The tramp looked at Xingyu sneered, "I haven't let me go even after I hide here. Since you are going to kill you all, then I'm not welcome."
"Wait!" Seeing the murderous intent in the tramp's eyes, Xingyu cried out unlucky and quickly shouted.
Now Xingyu finally understood that he had used spiritual power just now, and he must have made the tramp misunderstand something.
Xingyu estimated that the monk was hiding here, pretending to be a tramp just to avoid vendetta.
Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for monks to come to such a place where tramps gather. The monks are all figures at the top of society, so naturally they will not come to such a dark, humid, and foul-smelling place.
It is normal for the tramp to misunderstand Xingyu.
After all, in the view of the tramp, it is impossible for a monk to come here except for those who chase him.
"Do you want to say any last words?" The tramp looked at Xingyu with a cold smile, "Or, do you want to tell the Chen family about me during this time?"
"A bounty hunter like you, I have killed seventeen or eight, and you are not one behind."
"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!" Xingyu groaned secretly in his heart when he heard the words changed by the wanderer. He wanted to stand up, but he didn't have any strength.
"Bad excuse." The homeless man walked up to Xingyu, raised his hand, his killing intent was revealed in his eyes, "Let's breathe one last breath."
A trace of struggle flashed in Xingyu's eyes, frantically mobilizing the spiritual power in his body, but with a few heavy blows by the tramp, Xingyu could not make any effective resistance at all, and could only watch the tramp slash towards him.
"Am I going to die like this?" Seeing the sneer on the tramp's face, Xingyu felt unwilling in his heart.
"Let go of him."
Just when Xingyu closed his eyes and waited for death, a calm voice rang in Xingyu and the tramp, causing Xingyu to open his eyes suddenly.
Master!
Hearing this familiar voice, Xingyu was immediately ecstatic.
The tramp stopped his movements abruptly, the spirit blade in his hand disappeared, and he turned to look gloomily, only to see Zhang Ziling leaning on the wall leisurely, looking at him with a smile.
Next to Zhang Ziling, those homeless people who were badly injured by Xingyu didn't know when Zhang Ziling was healed, and at this moment they had already escaped here.
The vagrant squinted at Zhang Ziling, his eyes filled with coldness.
"Are you his accomplice?" the tramp asked coldly.
"It has nothing to do with you." A cluster of black flames ignited at Zhang Ziling's fingertips, and the cold bridge cave suddenly became hot.
"You just need to know..."
"If you touch him again, you have to die."