Chapter 470

Looking at the man in royal clothes whose face was red and angry, Tang Ning was playing with the round bamboo in his hand and smiling happily. He said, "in the interest of your sincere desire to fight, I naturally have to let you do what you want. How about more?"

Hearing this, the man in the royal guards clasped his hands into a fist and said angrily, "I'll let you fight! Fight As soon as the voice fell, a lunge stepped forward, and his fist with dark strength also waved to the little monk's face.

However, he did not strike the young monk with his fist, and the back of his hand was slapped by the round bamboo in the little monk's hand.

"Hiss!"

Obviously, he just raised his hand and slapped it, but the pain made him take a breath of cold air, and the hand holding his fist was violently pulled back and swung because of the pain.

"Hiss! Hiss What a pain he has!

The pain made him jump and jerk several times. When he looked at the back of his hand, he saw a thick red mark about the width of two fingers floating on the back of his hand. The bamboo mark extended from the back of the hand to the arm. The pain was so hot that his tears rolled in his eyes.

"Does it hurt? I have little arms and hands, and I can't use much force. Although I'm tired of hitting people, I can't help you if you keep calling for me to hit you! "

Tang Ning said helplessly on his face. When the words fell, the round bamboo in his hand was shot out again. The round bamboo with dark strength was shot down not only at the back but also at the lower leg, but also at the buttocks.

"Hiss! Ah! Don't Hiss! Ah... "

On one side, three men in royal guards watched their companions beat by the round bamboo in the hands of the little monk and could not fight back. They were still there jumping and pumping cold air and crying out with pain. They could not help but look at each other.

The strength of their companions, they know, can't really be beaten without fighting back? But at the moment, there is really no chance to fight back. It can only prove that the strength of the little monk is above him, so he only has a chance to be beaten.

However, fortunately, the little monk seemed to be just teasing him. The round bamboo shot down didn't seem to be powerful enough. It didn't attack him at the fatal place, but it was a small fight. Although their companions were breathing and crying, they thought that it should not be very painful, right?

Although the other side didn't have a hard hand, they came out together and couldn't do it. As soon as they entered and looked at each other, they walked up quickly.

"Little master, little master, don't fight, don't fight."

Several people stepped forward to separate the two, and at the same time protected their companions to retreat, and arched their hands at the little monk: "this is because he did something not very kind. We apologize for him. The little master is a Buddhist. He should be merciful, so don't worry about him in general."

Downing glanced at them, hooked the corner of his lips, and said, "if his elders don't beat him, they'll get beaten outside. If I beat him, it's ok if he can change it. If he can't change it, he'll still be offended."

While talking, she played with the round bamboo in her hand, glanced at the man who was beaten to the back by her, and then walked away with a smile.

Several people listen to his words, eyes slightly flash, and look back at the side of the ugly companion one eye, ask: "is it OK?"

"Nothing? That little monk is cruel The man bit his teeth and said, pulling up his sleeves to show them.

When several people saw the bamboo mark on his hand, they could not help being silent. It seemed that although it was not fatal, it was still very heavy.