The little monk said the word "monster" calmly and crisply.

Echoing in the forest valley.

Hei Wubu responded with an angry smile: "Are you really not afraid of death?"

The young monk tilted his head, and the poison made his face turn a little blue: "All things are born and destroyed, so why be afraid?"

Heiwu could only smile evilly, then he made a fist with his right hand and hit the little monk on the head.

Xue Ling could not bear to look at her from above, but when she looked at Fang Bi, Fang Bi's expression remained calm.

At this time, I heard Kong Wu shouting loudly in the distance: "Pull your fingers!"

Just because he was kicked away by Hei Wu, no matter how fast he was, he couldn't catch up to save the little monk, only his voice could.

When the young monk heard this, a trace of confusion suddenly flashed across his originally clear eyes, and then became completely empty.

He began to show a kind and compassionate smile to Heiwu. This kind of smile always felt a little strange on the face of this young monk who was in danger. But at the same time, the ring finger and thumb of his right hand also pinched together quietly, like

Like picking flowers.

Hei Wu was surprised for a moment, and then the young monk touched Hei Wu's chest with his flower handprint.

This fingering seemed gentle and weak, but Hei Mu's steel and iron bones felt like he had been hit hard.

He let go of the little monk, staggered back three steps, then covered his chest and punched the little monk out of thin air with his right hand.

I saw that the young monk was not actually touched, but the wind caused by the fist lifted the young monk up completely, and then knocked him away and hit the big tree behind him.

The little monk fell down and had no idea how many bones were broken in his body. He vomited blood and could not get up again.

After Hei Wu punched out, he continued to press his chest, bit his lips tightly, and muttered to himself: "Why? Why? Why?"

He couldn't understand at all how this seemingly weak guy could cause him so much harm and even make him feel threatened by death.

At this time, the monk Kongwu who was knocked away finally rushed over. He struck out angrily at Hei Wu who was covering his chest without hesitation, and struck out with one palm. It was none other than Da Wei, one of the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin Temple.

The first form in the palm of the Buddha is the compassion of our Buddha.

Heiwu hurriedly responded to the challenge and punched, but his whole body was instantly enveloped by the palm wind. He was hit by Kongwu several times and could no longer resist. After he punched Kongwu back, he turned around and ran away.

His appearance is staggering, but after all, he has mastered the Black Sky Demonic Skill and is a first-level warrior. If he is included in the Jianghu Ranking, he can at least be ranked in the top twenty of the A Ranking.

At this moment, when he wanted to escape, he was as fast as the wind and lightning. In the blink of an eye, he climbed up the tree and disappeared out of sight.

Seeing Hei Wu finally escape, Kong Wu was relieved. He instantly fell to the ground, the golden light all over his body slowly extinguished. Xue Ling looked at Kong Wu in the air and felt that this battle made the old monk instantly age twenty.

The years are endless.

He only stood on the ground for a moment, then stood up and staggered towards the little monk who had no idea whether he was alive or dead. It was only a few steps away, but the old monk in yellow walked almost as long as a stick of incense.

He knelt down in front of the young monk to diagnose and treat his heart pulse, but he felt that his breath was dying. Even if the pure Buddhist spirit was poured into it, it floated lightly like a mud cow into the sea.

This is a sign that a person is about to die. Even though Kongwu has studied Buddhism deeply and is a generation of eminent monks, when faced with the death of his beloved disciple, at that moment, he still feels sadness that cannot be cut off.

At this time, a third person's voice slowly sounded: "Senior Monk Kongwu, please give me the relic."

"I will send the ashes of you and your disciples to Shaolin, and I will also wait for the Shaolin Temple to decide."

Kong Wu looked up and saw Liu Pingye slowly walking towards him.

Liu Pingye was the first person to fight against Kong Wu. Although the invisible sword could not hurt Kong Wu, and his own internal strength was reduced due to his decline, he was far from the opponent of the eminent monk Kong Wu, but he had a hidden trick.

With his ecstasy palm, he waited for Kong Wu to launch a sneak attack and succeeded in one fell swoop. He was the first person to defeat Kong Wu's indestructible Vajra.

As for the next step, Lady Butterfly was seriously injured in her attack and nearly fell into coma. Green Scorpion took the opportunity to use poison, causing Kong Wu to pursue him. Zai Wu appeared and suppressed Kong Wu, the Buddhist monk, in one fell swoop, so that everyone was close to killing him, the number one.

The person who took action was completely forgotten.

And he also chose to silently watch the battle between Kong Wu and Hei Wu. It was only when the winner was decided and both sides were hurt that he finally appeared.

"Why does Master Liu want this relic so much?" Kong Wu knelt down on the ground and let the little monk lean on him. The little monk's body was limp. Not only was he completely unconscious, but it seemed that all the bones in his body were completely shattered.

Daluo Immortal may not be able to save him.

"Because of me, Zhuojing was seriously injured and was in critical condition. Although I spent my true energy to heal her injuries and prolong her life, which damaged her cultivation to such an extent, I was unable to make Zhuojing recover." Liu Pingye stood at Kongwu.

Ten steps away, he said politely: "I have sought out famous doctors from many sources, and even given countless precious ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum and other nourishing medicines to Zhuo Jing, but they can only save his life."

"Later I heard that Buddhist relics are sacred objects in the world and have the effect of the flesh and white bones of the living dead. Although it may only be useful in case of emergency, I am at the end of my rope and can only come here to snatch it."

"Please forgive me, eminent monk."

Liu Pingye stood in the distance. Although he was injured, he was the least injured person present. He could have killed Kong Wu by force. Even if he was afraid of Kong Wu's Buddhist magical skills, he could also use a variety of long-range methods, such as

Talking about his invisible sword energy, instead of trying to explain the reason to the old monk here.

Kongwu sighed: "Ask what love is in this world."

"I promise that after I get the relics, I will immediately try to save Zhuojing. No matter whether it is effective or not, I will send your ashes back to the Shaolin Temple. I will explain the reason. I will sacrifice my life and I hope the Shaolin Temple will take care of it."

He paused: "I know that I am a traitor to Bailu Academy, and the promises I make may not reassure the eminent monks, but I swear by Haoran Qi. If I violate it, there will no longer be the possibility of practicing Confucianism, martial arts, and Haoran Qi in this life.

"

"In this way, the eminent monk can rest assured."

Kongwu looked at Liu Pingye who swore like this, sighed, and took out a small sandalwood box from his arms, which was only the size of a fist. After opening it, there was a crystal-clear glass bone the size of a thumb, exuding a charming amber scent.

Light.

Liu Ping looked happy at night.

But Kongwu recited Amitabha.

Looking at Liu Pingye: "Donor, if this relic can save my disciple."

"Does the donor still want to take it by force?"

Kongwu's voice was calm.
Chapter completed!