Chapter 53

Looking at the little monk's round bamboo knocked down on the head of the Jindan friar, the Jindan monk snorted, his eyes opened slightly, his body was stiff, his mouth overflowed with blood, and the whole man fell down straight.

In such a moment, a golden friar was so dead, and they looked on this side, it was even too late to stop.

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

Isn't it said that Buddhists don't kill? Why is this an exception?

Say he's not a monk? In this world, apart from Buddhists, who have ever seen their head shaved?

However, this man's strength is unfathomable, and his temper is strange. No one dares to question his words.

After all, for those who practice immortals, if a monk with low strength offends a strong one, he can kill him every minute, while others won't say anything, because in the world of cultivating immortals, the strong are respected, and all is strength speaking!

"Do you want to experience it?" Tang Ning takes back the round bamboo in his hand and looks at the golden friars.

"I dare not." Several people arched their hands and said, pausing, the old man then asked: "dare to ask you, how to address?"

Tang Ning took a look at them and walked on the pillar with the round bamboo in his hand. The light voice came out of her mouth and fell into their ears.

"Master Tang."

Tang poetry? Tang Shi?

Almost instinctively, people thought that the two words in his mouth should be the last two words.

Looking at the shadow gradually away, until it disappeared in their sight, there was no one to stop. Instead, he looked at the body in front of him and sighed.

"We've known him for a while, so we'd better send his body back!"

"I'm afraid they won't let it go." Another said, looking at the direction of the little monk's departure, he said: "the one who left his name is not afraid to be revenged."

"This man's strength is unfathomable, and I don't know which Buddhist school he comes from? One move is a killing move. It's even more a move to control the enemy within one move. It's estimated that it's true that he's not a Buddhist. "

Hearing the speech, the crowd was silent. There is also a faint guess in his heart. Maybe the little monk is not a Buddhist disciple, as he said. He is not a Buddhist disciple, because apart from his bald head, he does not behave like a Buddhist disciple at all.

At this time, the enigmatic little monk in their mouth, forced to walk to no one's place, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and the whole person sat under the tree panting.

"How close! If I have another one, I'll really show off. " She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and murmured.

Xiao Hei, who stopped at her shoulder, was about to speak when her eyes moved and looked at the black figure that appeared in front of Downing like a ghost.

Tang Ning thought that it was the friars of the golden elixir who came up with him. He was about to stand up with a round bamboo in one hand. The person before the meeting was no one else. It was the evil spirit who was obviously beautiful but wore a ghost mask.

"Ha ha, benefactor, this is the third time we have met. I think that you must be predestined not with Buddha, but with me."

Besides, it must be a bad fate.