A strange atmosphere began to spread in the bridge cave, and all the homeless men looked at Xingyu in horror, becoming trembling.

No one knew how Xingyu did it. Looking at the pits that were knocked out on the wall, the homeless men swallowed hard, and no one dared to move the cans of beer scattered on the ground.

Everyone was frightened by Xingyu.

"I'm so strong?" Xingyu looked at his hands for a while before he could just put on such a sentence.

The other homeless men stared at Xingyu, not daring to move at all.

Xingyu took a deep breath, then reluctantly accepted the status quo. He pretended to be calm and glanced at the homeless man around him, and shouted in a deep voice: "Go back to me wherever you come from. If you make trouble here again, don't blame me for being rude!"

In order to help, Xingyu also gathered his spiritual power on the soles of his feet and stepped on it with one foot.

Bang!

Xingyu stepped out of a pit on the ground, and a group of homeless men were immediately scared to death. Chongxingyu kept kowtowing and shouting for forgiveness.

Even Xingyu himself was shocked, but fortunately his panic was not seen by other homeless people, so Xingyu's image had not collapsed yet.

Returning to calm, Xingyu glanced at the homeless men kneeling on the ground and shouted in a low voice: "Get out of here!"

Frightened by Xingyu's voice, a group of homeless men actually rolled out as Xingyu said.

Soon, only Xingyu and the homeless man who had saved him before were left in the shed.

Xingyu then noticed that the homeless man was still in the shed and couldn't help but be surprised.

"Are you... afraid?" asked the homeless man Xingyu.

The homeless man just looked at Xingyu quietly, without saying anything or doing anything.

"It's okay if you're not afraid. I was just about to ask you a question, but I scared everyone away when I was so angry that I scared everyone away... Fortunately, you are still there." Xingyu said with a smile, bent down to pick up the beer that rolled down to the side.

"We drink as we drink...puff!"

As soon as Xingyu turned around with the beer, he felt the severe pain coming from his abdomen.

Xingyu flew out, broke through the wall, and fell to the ground.

"Cough cough!" Xingyu spit out a mouthful of blood, covered his stomach and raised his head hard, only to see the homeless man looking at him coldly, slowly walking towards him.

Kick!

The homeless man stepped on the beer can blocking in front of him, came to Xingyu, stretched out his dirty hand to grab Xingyu's collar, and lifted Xingyu up.

"How did you find this place?" The homeless man looked at Xingyu and asked in a deep voice, his tone of coldness.

"I, I..." Xingyu didn't understand what happened, and didn't know why this homeless man suddenly became like this.

Although Xingyu has not figured out what happened, Xingyu now knows that this homeless man is definitely a monk!

The punch that the homeless man hit Xingyu's stomach just now directly shocked the spiritual power that was not much in Xingyu's body. Now Xingyu can't use any strength.

An ordinary person will definitely not be able to do this.

Xingyu couldn't understand what was the reason that made a monk willing to live in such a cold and humid place.

Even a genius who has just entered the cultivation world can live comfortably in the world of ordinary people as long as he can use his spiritual power. It is impossible for a monk to live with a group of homeless people.

Bang!

Before Xingyu could speak, he was hit hard by the homeless man in his abdomen again. Xingyu coughed up a pool of blood and sprayed it on the homeless man's face.

However, the homeless man didn't care about Xingyu's blood at all. He still looked at Xingyu coldly and asked, "How did you find this place?"

"You, who are you?" Xingyu looked at the homeless man weakly, not knowing what kind of grudges he had with him.

Forget it, he, a monk, came here to pretend to be a homeless man, but now he beat him up without saying anything, which made Xingyu feel extremely frustrated.

Hearing Xingyu's words, the homeless man curled a sneer on the corner of his mouth, threw Xingyu directly in the corner, and a spiritual blade condensed into his palm, which was breathtaking.

"It's all this, don't you admit it?" The homeless man looked at Xingyu and sneered, "I haven't let me go even if I hide here. Since you want to kill them all, I'm not polite."

"Wait!" Xingyu saw that the murderous intent in the homeless man showed his eyes and secretly called out that he was unlucky, and quickly shouted.

Now Xingyu finally understood that he had used his spiritual power just now, so he must have misunderstood something.

Xingyu estimated that this monk was hiding here and pretended to be a homeless man just to avoid some revenge.

Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for monks to come to places where homeless people gather. Monks are all people at the top of society, so naturally they will not come to places that are dark, humid, and full of stench.

It is normal for a homeless man to misunderstand Xingyu.

After all, in the eyes of the homeless man, it is impossible for monks to come here except for those who are chasing him.

"Do you want to say some last words?" The homeless man looked at Xingyu and smiled coldly, "Or do you want to tell the Chen family about me while it's time?"

"I have killed seventeen or eighteen bounty hunters like you, and I don't want one of you."

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!" Xingyu complained secretly when he heard Wanlang's words, he wanted to stand up, but he didn't have any strength.

"A bad excuse." The tramp walked to Xingyu, raised his hand and shot him, his eyes showing murderous intent, "Let's take a last breath of air."

A trace of struggle flashed in Xingyu's eyes, mobilizing the spiritual power in his body crazily, but the homeless man's heavy blows made Xingyu unable to make any effective resistance, and he could only watch the homeless man slash at him.

"Are I going to die cowardly like this?" Looking at the sneer on the homeless man's face, Xingyu felt unwilling.

"Let him go."

Just when Xingyu just closed his eyes and waited for death, a calm voice sounded in Xingyu and the homeless man's ears, causing Xingyu to open his eyes suddenly.

Uncle Master!

Hearing this familiar voice, Xingyu was immediately ecstatic.

The homeless man stopped his movements, and the spirit blade in his hand disappeared, turning around and looking at him gloomy, only to see Zhang Ziling leaning leisurely on the wall, looking at him with a smile.

Next to Zhang Ziling, the homeless men seriously injured by Xingyu were cured by Zhang Ziling at some point, and they had fled far away.

The homeless man squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Ziling, his eyes full of coldness.

"Are you his accomplice?" asked the homeless man coldly.

"It has nothing to do with you." A cluster of black flames lit up at Zhang Ziling's fingertips, which immediately made the cold bridge hole hot.

"You just need to know now..."

"If you touch him again, you will die."
Chapter completed!