The old monk grabbed Cao Qian's neck with one hand, clenched his fist with the other, and smashed a punch from time to time.
He smiled viciously: "It seems that your big words have not been realized, and now I am smashing you." ” Cao Qian coughed up two mouthfuls of black blood and said fiercely: "This body can't fully carry my strength, which makes you cheap, and you won't have a good time!"
”” The old monk looked at the monk's robe that had been dyed red, and smiled indifferently: "Isn't it just a little blood, monk, I'll add some more material to you." ” He touched the wound with his hand, and suddenly his whole hand was covered with blood.
He pinched Cao Qian's face with his blood-stained hand, and then his hand suddenly squeaked Cao Qian's head.
Cao Qian was in pain and couldn't help shouting: "Perverted, such a ruthless bald donkey." ” The old monk laughed loudly when he heard this: "I told you a long time ago, don't be ruthless with a bald head."
If you still don't believe it, you have to fight against the bald head. ” A cloud of purple-black gas emerged from Cao Qian's body, and the gas condensed into the shape of a human face, and he gasped heavily, and said: "The mountains are high and the waters are long, one day my deity will come again, you don't want to die before this." ” The old monk smiled and said: "Don't say such dangerous words again, when I break through to the Tiantu Realm, even if you come to the deity, you will still be beaten by me." ” The gas wrapped around the monk a few times, and said, "Your golden body has been polluted by me, and it is not so easy to break through to the Heavenly Sudden Realm. ” Then the gas evaporated like a mist and disappeared without a trace.
When the old monk saw that the black qi was gone, he spit out a mouthful of reverse blood.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his monk's robe, but it was okay not to wipe it, but this wipe stained his entire face red.
He looked at Cao Qian's corpse and was about to turn around to leave, when he suddenly heard a very faint voice.
"God, why don't you take me to Everland?
Are you going to forsake me, a devout believer?
” The old monk was shocked, Cao Qian only had the strength of the Yutang Realm, and forcibly accepted the old ghost's incomplete forbidden art-level Dao method, but he could still retain a trace of will.
This son is resolute and paranoid and fanatical, and he must not stay in this world.
"The god you believe in has abandoned you, and he is an old ghost himself, and he likes to bewitch you young people."
The old monk said.
Cao Qian was as calm as a dead man, and he said flatly: "Impossible, the gods will always favor me."
Only people like you will be abandoned by the gods. ” The old monk was a little weak, and he lost a little too much blood just now.
I had been in a state of high tension just now, so I kept holding on, and now the enemy disappeared, and all those injuries and pain erupted.
He said, "Do you know where the old ghost is now?
” Cao Qian said: "I don't know, and even if I do, I won't tell you." ” In order to save time and prevent the old ghost from doing more things, the old monk had to resort to very cruel methods.
The monk put his hand on Cao Qian's head, and a powerful suction force emanated from his palm.
If you look at it from the side, you can see a small whirlpool slowly forming.
Cao Qian's head was firmly sucked, and no matter how he struggled, his head was always close to the monk's hand.
The old monk used the Divine Soul Forbidden Technique "Soul Dementoring Dafa", which could forcibly collect other people's memories.
This forbidden technique is extremely difficult to cultivate, and thousands of years ago, some people used this forbidden technique to cause monstrous chaos.
Later, this technique was strictly controlled, and after thousands of years of war, many cultivation methods in the divine soul were lost.
Up to now, there are not many people who can master even ordinary divine soul techniques.
As for this forbidden art level, looking at the whole world, few people will use it.
The old monk does not recite scriptures and does not eat fasting, but he practices this miserable forbidden technique, and he does not know whether it is a blessing or a curse.
But he has a good mind, and he is really a strange monk.
After a while, the old monk left Cao Qian, who had been searched to death by him.
He smashed a large pit with a punch and threw Cao Qian's body into it.
Then I dug a few more times and made a simple grave.
"Amitabha, donors go in peace, whether you go to Elysium or Endless Paradise."
The old monk clasped his hands together, and at this moment he was like a Buddha descending to earth.
Two strongly contradictory temperaments appeared in him.
But this transition seems very natural, and it is really wonderful.
The old monk didn't find anything, the old ghost was an old fox, and he didn't leave any news.
In troubled times, people who can live to be hundreds of years old are not fuel-efficient lamps. …… …… Mu Fan and others blended into the homeless people, and the number of homeless people in this wave was close to 1,000.
And every day new refugees join, and the huge team of four people mixed in does not cause much repercussions.
Sang'er and Qinglan's faces were covered with muddy water, there are all kinds of people among the homeless, and two stunning beauties will cause a lot of trouble.
The three religions and nine streams are mixed together, and when they see the color, they start to kill people, and there are many of them.
Sure enough, not long after they entered the homeless pile, someone looking for trouble came.
Every place has its own circle, even refugees.
There are three main circles in the refugee pile, the first is those who are bullied by others, and this kind of person is the most.
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The second type of person is someone who just wants to take care of his own mess, not to be bullied, and not to take the initiative to bully others.
The third type of people are bullying others, forming gangs, and in this place where there is no royal law, they intensify their oppression of the first type of people.
The refugee pile is like a miniature society, and it is a place where the jungle eats the jungle.
The level of darkness here is outrageously cruel.
Qinglan frowned, she was very dissatisfied with what was happening now.
She hated the smelly refugees everywhere, and she preferred a room with soft beds and incense.
But San'er didn't care, for her, every experience was an adventure.
She grew up so old that she had never been in contact with refugees.
Everything in the world is new in her eyes, and she always observes her surroundings curiously.
When a middle-aged man with a lewd face raised an eyebrow at her, the curiosity on Sang Er's face was gone, replaced by deep contempt.
The lewd man walked over, still carrying a wooden stick in his hand.
He pointed at Mu Fan and the others and said, "Do you know who I am?
” The four of them shook their heads in unison, and said in unison: "I don't know." ” The lewd man said, "Then you can inquire around, and the people around here are under my control, and when you come to my territory, you will listen to me." ” Qing Lan said in disgust: "Then let's change places, and we don't have to listen to you." ” When the lewd man heard this beautiful voice, his face burst into laughter.
He said with a straight face: "I want to leave, but it's not that easy."
Since you are here, you should honor and honor Uncle Ben. ” Mu Fan asked, "I don't know how to honor you?"
” The lewd man smiled: "I look at the two little ladies are good, wash off the mud, and I have fun with the uncle." ” Mu Fan and Song Changgeng glanced at each other, and then rushed over together.
Song Changgeng didn't use internal force, Mu Fan didn't use Zhenyuan, and spoke directly with his fists.
Mu Fan slammed his knee towards the lewd man's. directly beat the lewd man to the ground, and Song Changgeng made up for his face.
Although the lewd man was beaten, his tone was very hard, and he shouted: "Wait, wait until I have called all the people, so that you will regret living in this world." ” When Mu Fan heard this, he smashed a hammer on the bridge of his nose again.
Song Changgeng has always felt that he has always been a drag, and he has a belly of fire in his heart, and he is all sprinkled on this obscene man at the moment.
Song Changgeng got carried away, punched and kicked the lewd man, and the lewd man was covered in blood.
When the lewd man saw that these two teenagers were so ruthless, he was completely beaten to death, and hurriedly screamed as a young man, begging to spare him a dog's life.
Mu Fan stopped, but Song Changgeng still didn't stop.
Mu Fan knew that Song Changgeng was aggrieved and felt that he was useless, and he should vent well, so he didn't stop it.
By the time Song Changgeng had almost vented his anger, the lewd man was also beaten half to death.
Mu Fan stretched out his hand to grab Song Changgeng and shook his head at him, signaling that he couldn't fight any more.
It is enough to teach this kind of ruffian a hard lesson.
Killing this ruffian will invite more trouble.
Song Changgeng was a little short of breath, and he was tired from beating people.
He sat down in the open space next to him, not saying a word.
Mu Fan bent down and found that the lewd man had been knocked unconscious.
He patted the man's face vigorously and waited until the man woke up.
He said unhurriedly: "In the future, this place will belong to me, you tell your boss to stop making trouble here."
Otherwise, no matter who makes trouble, you will be the one who dies. ” The lewd man nodded vigorously, and kept saying: "The villain obeys, the villain obeys the order......"
Mu Fan grabbed the lewd man's hair and scolded: "Dog beast, don't let me see you again." ” He originally wanted to scold harder, but now it's hard to say these two beauties.
These words were learned from the nurses and retainers at home, and those people lived a life of licking blood from the knife edge, and naturally spewed feces when they spoke.
Mu Fan learned from those people to scold people, and grandpa didn't care.
In fact, when Mu Cai was young, he could curse more than those nurses.
According to his old man's words, some people have some things, and they are not happy not to scold a few words.
Refugees fight every day, and Mu Fan doesn't have to worry about his identity being leaked at all, so he is not afraid that others will come back to seek revenge.
The lewd man was gone, and the well-meaning people around him advised, "You better get out of here quickly, there are thirty or forty of them." ” The aunt next to him walked over.
She wiped Sang'er's face, touched Sang'er's buttocks, and confirmed that this was a beautiful yellow flower girl.
She hurriedly persuaded: "Or is it still a yellow flower girl?"
Get out of here quickly, lest you be plagued by those men. ” When the others saw Sang'er's face, they persuaded them to leave.
San'er said, "You don't have to worry, we'll take care of this."
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Let's all disperse, thank you for your kindness. ” When the crowd dispersed, San'er smiled: "Although these people are refugees, many people are very concerned about us. ” Mu Fan also smiled and recalled: "That's natural, I used to know a fruit seller.
I often go to him to buy fruits, his name is Li Lao'er, and he is a warm-hearted person. ” Sang Er thought back to her past, and said happily: "I don't have such good luck, and it's rare to go out on a trip."
Even if you are lucky enough to go out once, it will be difficult to get in touch with people. ” "Where is the girl?"
A rough voice sounded, and it sounded like a southern accent.
Mu Fan was shocked, and when he looked back, an uncle with a scruffy beard and messy hair was standing behind him.
He was secretly frightened: "When this uncle approached me, I didn't notice at all, I don't know how much he listened to what he said just now?"
” All four of them raised their guard, and the atmosphere was tense.
The uncle patted Mu Fan's shoulder lightly and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't say it, old man."
And with you boys, where is my opponent?
” Mu Fan still didn't relax his guard, turned his head and said, "We were sent by the family to practice, I don't know why our predecessors are here." ” The uncle was silent for a long time before he said, "It's easy for me to kill you, and it's easy to capture you alive, but I won't do it."
You can let your guard down, I'll do what I say. ” The four of them knew that it was not far from his opponent, so they simply relaxed their guard.
Sang Er asked, "I don't know the name of the senior?"
” The uncle seemed to have forgotten his name, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Repentance, the article of the article, the regret of regret." ”