If the other party only has five or six people, it can be a fight, but now I'm afraid there are twenty people, so it's not easy to get it.
Just when the rat's face was dark, and he was about to admit it, Fang He suddenly said, "Ten cents per head." ” The rat head was stunned, and he didn't react to what it meant at first, but fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to understand what it meant, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he whispered: "I'll give you twenty wen, but you have to wait for me to come out" Before he finished speaking, Fang He was a little impatient to move.
The firewood knife pinned to his back was already in his hand, Fang He was full of real anger, and the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, and he actually stepped an inch deep footprint on the brick floor, and the next moment, his whole person was like a sharp arrow, rushing into the tiger master's gang.
The knife fell, and before the tiger master could react, he was slashed on the neck by a firewood knife.
This tiger master is also a martial arts master, he has true qi to protect his body, and his body has also practiced the golden bell jar magic of Buddhism, it can be said that ordinary swords and swords can not hurt him, and even the skin cannot be pierced.
But Fang He's knife was full of strength, and it was even more blessed with a strong true qi, and it was cut into five or six inches at once, and half of Hu Ye's neck was cut off, and then there was a second knife, a third knife, and one knife after another.
All I heard was the sound of chopping flesh and the breaking of bones.
The last knife cut off the head and half of the tiger master's shoulder, the flesh and blood turned up, the blood sprayed all over the ground and the wall, and the Buddha statue was also splashed with blood.
Fang He's movements were too fast, and his moves were fierce, and he hacked the invincible Tiger Master to death with a single look.
Tiger Ye's gang of subordinates had actually reacted a long time ago, and they also wanted to stop it, but the knives attacking the other party were all avoided by the other party.
At the moment, they also saw that this person was a master.
At least he is a master of the fifth level of the five true qi, and his sword skills are superb.
A strong man held a knife in his hand and slashed at Fang He from behind, but the next moment, Fang He turned to the side of his body, avoiding the other party's knife, and then handed the firewood knife in his hand back, piercing the person's neck in one fell swoop.
With a draw, blood sprayed all over the ground, and the backhand slashed again, and the man's head was already flying.
Seeing that Fang He said kill it, the rat head was also dumbfounded, and it was impossible to fight it at this time, Qi Mei Stick also picked up the stick at this time, and fought with a few people who pounced on him.
At this time, Fang He had already killed four or five people, and they were basically killed with one sword.
Fang He was covered in blood, but there was no one of his own, it was all someone else's.
This is not the first time he has broken the killing ring, in this year, he has not killed people, and he cannot live now.
So he didn't feel the slightest discomfort about cutting off people's heads.
The wood-chopping knife method was vividly displayed by him, almost no one could stop him from a knife, at most two knives, this knife, the most important thing is the momentum, the rest is the knife technique, and finally the true qi and physical strength.
Fang He didn't lack any of these items, so after a while, he had already cut off more than a dozen heads.
Just now, Fang He was still thinking that if the host didn't die, if he did the same thing as him, he would have to kill these people twice as quickly.
Others didn't see the host's knife, Fang He did, and that night Fang He thought about why the host was killed by those Black Lotus monks without resisting.
The inability to beat may be one reason, and the other reason is that the host is afraid that he never intended to do it.
That presiding over is a voluntary death.
Fang He thought of the allusion of sacrificing himself, maybe the host had already become a Buddha because of this matter, which was a good thing, but he couldn't become a Buddha himself.
Fang He confirmed this, because he could not sacrifice himself for the sake of others.
The people in front of him were killed, Lin Wei turned his head and fixed his eyes on the few people who were fighting with the Qi Mei stick, although the Qi Mei stick could deal with these people, but Fang He still rushed up, cut down these people one by one, cut off the heads, and then walked over and put these heads one by one, and placed them on the offering table to worship the Buddha statue, lined up, so that it was convenient to calculate how many heads there were.
At this moment, there were nearly twenty human heads under the blood-stained Buddha statues, bloody, some still staring, their mouths open, and those who looked at them shuddered.
The rat head and the Qi Mei stick can be regarded as having seen the world, and it is common to kill a few people on weekdays, but they have never seen such a head cut, just like chopping wood, the hand is up and down, slashing, and if the first knife can't be cut, then the second knife will be cut.
Fang He counted them very carefully, and said, "There are nineteen in total, all of them were cut by me, you have to give me one hundred and ninety." ” Hearing this, the rat head didn't say a word, and ordered two hundred words and handed it to Fang He.
Fang He clicked it again and returned the ten texts.
In Fang He's opinion, nineteen heads, one hundred and ninety wen, this was negotiated before, and if he gave more, he would naturally have to return it, even if he was a little distressed.
At first, Qi Mei Stick was quite good, but now, when Fang He looked at him, he would bow his head and bend down, and he didn't dare to look at Fang He at all.
The rat head wanted to recruit Fang He, but Fang He's posture of several heads really scared him, so he didn't dare to say the words of the solicitation.
After collecting the money, Fang He was about to leave, and the rat head and Qi Mei stick didn't dare to stop him, but when he walked to the door, Fang He thought of one thing.
He has money now, and he can eat three meals a day, but he still can't spend the money, so he has to think of a way.
Seeing the magic weapon on the ground, Fang He suddenly had a thought, he turned his head and asked the rat head: "Can this magic weapon business be done?"
The rat head nodded violently.
"I'll get it, can you take it," Fang He asked again.
"Collect, definitely collect" the rat head dared to say no "Okay, when the time comes, I'll come to you."
Fang He left happily.
When he was in the temple, he only knew how to eat fasting and chant Buddha, practice swordsmanship, the temple was gone, the host died, he wanted to go home, but the home was gone, his parents were also dead, and he could only rely on himself.
You can't eat enough to chop wood, it's okay to kill people, but it's impossible to find someone to kill every day, not to mention that some masters Fang He can't beat them.
Therefore, the sale of magic weapons was his only choice.
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There are a lot of magic weapons in his temple, and when he left, he didn't take it seriously, and he knew that he would definitely bring them all out and sell them for money, and he would save a year of hunger.
So as soon as possible, Fang He ran back to the temple, only to find that he had already been searched cleanly.
There is no way, Fang He can only choose other targets, I heard that Shouzhen Temple is not far away, it is a real big temple, maybe there is something to gain.
So Fang He rushed to Shouzhen Temple overnight.
He didn't arrive until noon the next day, not caring about the fatigue of the journey, Fang He was a little dumbfounded at first glance, where is Shouzhen Temple, there is only a huge flat land here, as clean as if it has been shoveled.
There were also some ruins of temples and pagodas, but those that could be looted had already been looted, and there was nothing, and he searched for an afternoon and found nothing.
Discouraged, Fang He did not believe in evil and set his sights on the huge and unfathomable pit.
To be continued
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