The great man's palm of the sky is so powerful and his palm power is so powerful.

Everyone thought that even if they could not hurt the bald donkey, they would at least make him retreat.

Unexpectedly, the situation took a sharp turn. The man slapped it with a palm, and the bald donkey was not injured at all, but he fell to the ground with serious injuries.

"Boss Qiu?"

Several easily-easy men holding the knife rushed up in surprise, surrounding the big man, and were in a hurry.

"The thief is bald, and he dares to act violently in full view of everyone."

"I must fight you for life and death, never stop until you die."

"The Master Fu of Zhengqi Villa is here, and today I will teach you the principles of being a human being."

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Those guys who looked like disciples of Boss Qiu were angrily open, gritted their teeth, and shouted at the little monk from afar.

The owner Fu, who was next to him, breathed tightly after hearing this, and almost got angry.

It was also thanks to his deep mind and his heart as dangerous as mountains and rivers. He was full of energy cultivation and his face barely maintained his majesty.

But those disciples of Boss Qiu seemed to have not seen it, and said again: "Master Fu, our leader can't live anymore. You are so noble and honest, and you must be fair for my master."

If Master Fu is not the owner of Zhengqi Villa, if he has not always shown himself as a leader of the righteous path, he is afraid that he has already snorted coldly, and hurting others in front and behind is his own sin. If he commits evil in heaven, he can still survive; if he commits evil in one's own sin, he cannot live.

However, he had to take charge of the overall situation and justice, so he suppressed his anger: "My little master, do you know that you are defending the imperial criminal who committed the crime of corruption?"

"Amitabha Buddha, greed is like a flame, if it is not stopped, it will start a prairie; desire is like a flood, if it is not stopped, it will be overwhelming." The young monk lowered his eyebrows and had compassion on his face. "How many years old can a child be able to plot against him."

The owner of Fu Zhuang replied in a deep voice: "This is the law of the court."

He committed a serious crime of corruption and implicated nine tribes, and was not even included in the general amnesty.

The unforgivable sin of the great sin, Lu Zhengdao and others in the temple finally spoke: "Little elder, once a person dies, we will appreciate your kindness and leave quickly, and there is no need to force ourselves to stand up for us."

Zhu Weiming, who was seriously injured and had been running around for days and could not recover from his injuries, had his energy declined, but he still tried his best to shout: "A real man will die if he dies, and he will only fight for three hundred rounds."

The young monk said nothing for a long time, while the owner of the Fu Zhuang said a little more and more: "Does the young master have to stand up for a court offense?"

Unexpectedly, the young monk did not say anything outsiders, did not talk about the law, but only wanted to transcend. He said: "In life, you are standing tall and upright, so why do you need to be a bald donkey? You are a bald donkey just want to be able to understand your thoughts."

When the young monk claimed to himself, he seemed very modest and cautious, saying "bald donkey", but no one of the heroes dared to laugh out loud. Even the giant leader who lost half his life by the retaliation of his palm, those disciples, were all very generous.

"I understand the thoughts?" The owner of Fu Zhuang Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows.

"This is the new book "The Six-Fingered Piano Demon" by Master Nie, Huang Xuemei's words." With her eyebrows and eyes clear, she immediately stepped forward and explained quietly.

The legend was originally designed to relieve sorrows. Fu Zhuang paid tribute to many things every day, so there were so many sorrows that needed to be eliminated. Naturally, I have never read a legendary novel like "The Six-Fingered Piano Demon".

Master Fu nodded and said sternly: "My little master, this world is full of troubles, how many things can you control?"

"It's clean to see it, but it's all right in front of you."

"There are many heroes here, is it really going to take action?"

The little monk seemed to be silent and silenceless: "How to deal with it in the world, slander me, bully me, insult me, laugh at me, despise me, despise me, hate me, and lie to me, how to deal with it? Only knock him, hit him, hammer him, stomp him, and trample on him. Even if you abuse him, be careful not to beat him to death, and look at him next."

Master Qingsong suddenly felt unstable when he heard this, and the whisk in his hand was automatically shaking.

The Tang people wrote a poem: Sunrise and Fusang is one meter high, and everything in the world is as fine as hairs. A wild man is angry and sees injustice, and he wears his chest forever.

It seems that this bald donkey is not the one who will only wear the mouth of the knife in his chest, but the bald one who really wants to move the "knife", the owner of the Fu Manor said intimately.

Nie Xiaoqian in the temple saw it and heard it in his ears, thinking: "The Taoist heart is unobstructed and has a clear mind. This little monk dares and straightforward, and it is indeed interesting. What kind of high-ranking sect is Wuliang Temple? Such a clear person has emerged."

But to say this, it has reached a point where it is inconsistent.

After several disagreements, he would fight. The owner of the Fu Manor had also been forced to take action by the situation.

He slowly stepped forward, bowed his hand and gestured, and turned his fingers into a sword, shouting, "Look at the finger!"

The owner of the Fu Manor seemed to show his openness and integrity, and his extraordinary demeanor, and said the word "judging the finger". Otherwise, people in the world would have no reason to warn in advance.

It seemed that he didn't want to hurt the little monk, leaving room for the little monk to retreat when he was in trouble. Master Fu said that he was unhappy and recognized his skill in fingering.

"This is a sword of energy!"

"Fuzhuang mainly demonstrates the unique skills of the righteous villa!"

"I'm not in vain to see Master Fu's magical skills."

"Little bald donkey, I will be defeated tonight under the sword of Master Fu's aura."

Qi Sword Finger is the unique skill of Master Fu's fame. Once he uses it, the sword energy is radiant, comparable to a magic weapon and is invincible.

However, in the past ten years, the owner of Fu Zhuang has mostly won people with virtue. It has been a long time since he has been able to use his qi to point his sword. Therefore, a group of heroes, seeing that Fu Zhuang mainly competes with the bald donkey with his qi to point his sword, all of them are looking forward to it.

But what was unexpected was that Master Fu's sword finger was not as loud as the sword energy heared as he imagined, but was silent. The closer the sword finger was to the bald donkey, the slower it was. Even when it entered the bald donkey's range of one foot, it stabbed almost inch by inch, as if there were infinite obstacles in the dark.

After a long extension, when Qunhao was almost impatient, Master Fu's sword finger finally stabbed the bald donkey.

"Shot in one blow!"

"Master Fu shows his power."

Everyone cheered loudly.

Suddenly, everyone's feet suddenly shook, the mountain temple was shaking, and a large area of ​​dust fell. Then they were shocked to find that the bald donkey was still sitting, and the three-foot ground around the bald donkey was sunk several inches visible to the naked eye in the epicenter just now.

Looking at the owner of the Fu Manor again, he had returned to his original place at some point, his face was as deep as water and his robe was clamoring.

"Win?"

The heroes were stunned and were about to ask.

But the owner of the Manor Fu waved his sleeves and said, "Let's go!"

In a few breaths, the disciples of Zhengqi Villa left cleanly.

"Is this a loss?"

Seeing the disciples of Zhengqi Villa retreating like a tide, the heroes looked at each other.

"The owner of the Fu Manor has left. What are we still here to do? Are we drinking the northwest wind?"

When spring comes, although it is still very cold, the northwest wind is not much, so after someone suddenly said this, the many heroes around the mountain temple look at me and I look at you, and they collect their weapons and disperse.

It was not until everyone outside had retreated that the little monk stood up slowly, patted the mud on his butt, let out a long sigh, "What a great sword energy, it's almost as big as a shaving head, and it was almost pierced like a wooden fish."

"Monks also want to shave their heads?" Zhu Weiming, who was open-minded, smiled when he heard this.

"I wonder if I applied too much vegetable oil to my head when I was a child, or if I burned my scalp when I was scalp and I haven't grown a single hair yet." The little monk touched his bald head and replied regretfully.
Chapter completed!