Chapter 455： Annihilation

Meng Jian was excited.

The sound was so beautiful, he remembered so deeply, he knew who it was, Lu Yurong!

His face was gloomy, and his handsome face became haggard.

The woman he originally liked actually helped Chu Li, and betrayed his death, but hatefully, his injury was worshipped by her. Without help, he would not be so embarrassed!

Fa Wu turned his head to Meng Jian and whispered, "Meng donor, who is this?"

"Lu Yurong!" Meng Jian said with gritted teeth.

"Lu Yurong ..." Fa Wu frowned and thought: "Is it the lady of the National Government?"

"It's her!" Meng Jian sneered: "The beauty is as beautiful as the flower, the heart is like a snake!"

"Does Meng see her appearance?" Fa Wu said: "It is said that she rarely shows her face. Few people have seen her look. Is she really so beautiful?"

"A monk cares about the beauty of others?" Meng Jian stared at him coldly: "What kind of Dharma do you practice!"

"Amitabha ..." Fa Wu busy and commemorative ritual: "Thank you for giving me guidance, it's me!"

"Huh!" Meng Jian gave him a dismissive glance.

These monks are so annoying, they violate human nature everywhere, like beauty is originally a man's nature, monks want to have a pink skull, forced to imagine the bones and dirty flesh and blood, appetizing!

"Amitabha ..." Fa Yuan's voice sounded slowly: "Lu Shizhu came here, the little monk had a long way to go!"

"I heard that your questioning is exquisite, I'm here to learn!" Lu Yurong's cold voice fluttered in the sky.

"The donor Lu is too famous. If the donor Lu has nothing else, don't disturb everyone's morning class, the little monk will be over right away!" Fa Yuan's voice moved slowly and calmly.

"Very good, let's change places!" Lu Yurong's voice sounded.

"Amitabha ..." Fa Yuan's voice drifted away.

Fa Wu's envious look sighed, "This Lu donor's deep cultivation has made Brother Fa Yuan so important."

"Huh, a pair of dogs and men!" Meng Jian said coldly.

"Which pair of dogs are men and women !?" a voice murmured behind him.

Fa Wu widened his eyes, watching Chu Li appear out of thin air, and fell behind Meng Jian.

Meng Jian erected his hair all over, and the royal blue gown suddenly swelled and slammed onto the body.

"Boom ..." There was a muffled sound in the sky.

"Okay, there is still a palm!" Chu Li smiled and took a picture.

He did not expect that Meng Jian still kept a record of Yin Lei's palm, but he was also deliberate.

"Bang!" The two met with their palms.

Chu Li's action became rigid, and he resumed as usual. Before Fa Wu rushed over, a palm was printed on Meng Jian's chest.

"Oh!" Several blood arrows blasted from Meng Jian.

His mouth sprayed blood at the same time as his original wound that had been hit by a flying knife, as if the leaking kettle was spraying water everywhere.

Meng Jian issued the Yin Lei palm, and the thief in the body went upstairs. At this time, he took a palm, a solid palm, and the internal organs were directly broken into flesh. Only the skin could not see the difference. Skin.

Chu Li glanced at Fawu and smiled, "Excuse me."

He passed away and Hong Fei was stunned.

Fa Wu originally thought of a move, but the move was only half way out, everything was firm and Chu Li disappeared.

"Meng Shizhu!" Fa Wu quickly helped Meng Jian and urged internal forces to help him heal.

As soon as the internal force entered, he suddenly gave up and looked at Meng Jian with pity.

Meng Jian's face turned blue, and there seemed to be a layer of black gas floating.

With his eyes open, he stared at Fa Wu: "Let my brother take revenge for me! Take revenge for me!"

Fa Wu sighed: "Mr. Meng, I will cross the dead soul for you."

"You ... you ... dead monk!" Meng Jian's eyes widened sharply, his body trembled, and then he died of anger.

"Amitabha ..." Fa Wu put down Meng Jian, combined with a ritual, and murmured his head.

Faxiang fluttered, his face changed greatly.

"Fawu, Meng donor him ...?"

"Brother Faxiang, Lord Meng is dead, Amitabha ..."

"Who did it?"

"Chu donor."

"... Okay, okay, so good!" Fa Xiang sighed.

Under their protection, Chu Li arrived calmly and left silently after killing people. It was as if Chu Daliyin Temple was nothing!

After Fa Wu recited a Buddhist scripture, he looked up at him: "Brother Faxiang, Chu Shishu is a great martial artist, I am not an opponent."

"Are you not injured?" Fa Xiang said busyly.

Fa Wu shook his head: "He doesn't seem to be malicious to me, and smiles at me. I haven't been able to reach out. He has killed Meng Shi. He is really fast. If he wants to kill me, I will be with Meng Shi died!"

Fa Xiangdao: "It doesn't hurt you."

"The donor Chu is not afraid of our Daleiyin Temple at all, is it?"

"Well, he has outstanding martial arts skills, and there are also the National Palace and the Royal Palace. He has no awe at our Daleiyin Temple."

"Amitabha ..." Fa Wu sighed, "Brother Faxiang, I want to go back to the temple."

"Yeah." Fa Xiang nodded slowly.

He touched Meng Jian's body, shook his head and sighed. With this palm, even if he had served Qi Yuandan, he could only sigh and couldn't survive.

"It's a pity that the Meng donor is here." Fa Wu shook his head.

Meng Jian is similar to his martial arts and has a similar origin. Seeing that he killed Huang Quan because he provoked a powerful opponent, he also worked hard when he was compassionate. Meng Jian ’s today may also be his own tomorrow. Practice your skills to make your martial arts stronger.

He practiced Buddhism, but he was not a monk or a great virtue. He still could not live or die. He wanted to live better and pursue more subtle martial arts.

At this moment, a small Sha Mi ran in: "Uncle Faxiang, Uncle Fawu, there is a donor Zhang Zhang asking for advice. He said that he was from the Forbidden Palace and was looking for a Meng donor."

Law phase slowly said: "Fawu, you are here to guard, I will meet this donor Zhang."

"Yes, Brother Law." Fa Wu answered.

Standing in front of Ci En Temple is a slender middle-aged man with a face like a crown jade and an extraordinary beauty.

As soon as he hit the blue shirt, he stood with his hands in his own hands. He had an independent and elegant style, and looked thoughtfully at Ci'en Temple ~ www.novelhall.com ~ The gate of Ci'en Temple suddenly opened. : "The donor Zhang is polite, the poor monk is in law, please the donor to follow me."

"Master Faxiang is courteous." Zhang Tsang hunch.

He thought that Master Xiang's face was dull and unpleasant, and asked as he walked in, "What's wrong with my master?"

"Zhang Shizhu came a step late." Fa Xiang shook his head and sighed. "Meng Shizhu has just died."

"Brother Meng, is he dead?" Zhang Tiao frowned. "So badly hurt?"

Fa Xiang shook his head: "Just now, the donor of Chu broke into the temple, and ..., Amitabha--!"

"Chu Li ?!" Zhang Tseng cold-faced.

French phase slowly nodded.

The two spoke to the Zen courtyard where Meng Jian was. (To be continued.) Vote for the previous chapter ← Chapter list → Bookmark the next chapte