Zhang Yu did not answer the old woman's question and asked deliberately: "With your cultivation, it is easy to kill Xiao Mingshan to take revenge. Why do you do this?"

"What do I do? What does it have to do with you?" the old woman said lightly.

"It doesn't matter, it's just curious." Zhang Yu smiled slightly.

"Sorry, I won't tell you. If you have nothing to do, then leave. I don't want to kill innocent people." The old woman said quietly.

"Hahahaha" When Zhang Yu heard this, he couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" the old woman asked.

"Because what you said is very funny!" Zhang Yu said seriously: "You said you don't want to kill innocent people by chance, so I want to ask you, if you let someone tell those stories, you have caused so many people to fall from the building and die. Isn't it called killing innocent people by chance? In addition, I would like to add that just based on your current appearance, it's simply a daydream to kill me!"

The old woman was silent and said nothing.

"Huh?" At this moment, Zhang Yu suddenly realized that he felt like he was being peeped at.

He immediately glanced around and saw that there were trees around him, and there was no figure of him.

But Zhang Yu was sure that there was someone next to him, and he shouted loudly: "Come out! Don't be sneaky!"

"Boy! I didn't expect that your six senses are quite strong, and you can actually discover my existence. Not bad."

Suddenly, a man's arrogant voice sounded diagonally.

Zhang Yu followed the source of the sound and saw a tall monk wearing a big red cassock with a smile on his face and walked slowly towards him.

The monk held a tin staff in his hand, his skin was very white, and he should be around 60 years old.

Zhang Yu was quite surprised when he saw that he was a monk.

He rarely deals with monks. When he was treating Hang Jiaqi, Zhang Yu met a monk, but those monks were all messing around and had no real skills.

It is obviously not easy to walk over to this.

"Who are you?" Zhang Yu asked in a deep voice.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that you just asked you to leave, but you didn't. Since you discovered me, I have to send you a ride and make you a dead person." The monk said lightly.

"There are many people who want me to become a dead person, but none of them have succeeded. I think this time should be no exception." Zhang Yu said disdainfully.

"At a young age, I'm not a small tone!" The monk paused his tin staff, his eyes widened, and looked at Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu also stared at him, without talking nonsense, and silently recited the headache curse.

"Hahahahaha" the monk suddenly smiled and said with a grin: "The headache curse of Zhengyi Sect is just like this!"

He stood his left hand on his chest as his palm, and then shouted loudly: "The golden throne in front of the Buddha, the Arhat returns to his position! Drink!"

What a good guy, this voice is like a lion roaring in the world, shaking the earth.

Zhang Yu had just used the headache curse and had no intention of succeeding. After all, it would not be easy to mess with depending on the other party's background.

At this moment, when he heard the other party's roar, Zhang Yu's eardrum was almost shocked. He subconsciously took two steps back and took a breath to compete with the roar. Fortunately, the roar disappeared after a moment, but it also shocked Zhang Yu a little dizzy.

Zhang Yu was shocked by the other party's strength. But the most surprising thing was not this, but the trick used by this great monk, which Zhang Yu had seen before.

I still remember the middle-aged man who found Xiao Jiejie to harm him. That night, when they came to Wudang Taoist Temple to kill him, the other party used this move when they faced him. However, the same trick was obviously even more powerful when the monk used it.

If Zhang Yu hadn't improved his skills after that, he would have been shocked now.

"So amazing!" Zhang Yu shouted loudly, and the money sword in his palm shot out at the monk.

"Something is good!" The monk shouted, threw the tin staff in his hand out, facing Zhang Yu's money sword.

"Drink!" This time, Zhang Yu shouted loudly.

The money sword that was originally shot dispersed, and shot forward again like a flying fire meteor, filled with flowers and rain.

The monk's tin staff was empty, but he was not in a hurry and pulled off the big red cassock on his body with one hand and just threw it away.

"Dangdangdang...Dangdangdang..."...

All the copper coins shot over were bounced out, splashing everywhere.

Zhang Yu was shocked. This time he met an opponent. He saw that the monk was powerful, but he didn't expect that he was so powerful. His strength seemed to be no less than that of the great Onmyoji Mingbu Longxing he met that day.

With real skills, Zhang Yu is not the opponent of Mingbu Longxing. He can only be killed by opportunistic tricks.

But Zhang Yu was not panicked because since he dared to come, he had to face it.

Zhang Yu took out eight fire talismans from his pocket, "Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Eight fireballs shot at the monk together.

The monk waved his hand and the big red cassock stood in front of him. All the fireballs hit the cassock, but it seemed like they were hitting the iron wall of the copper wall. However, the previous brilliant sparks fell to the ground and extinguished.

These are all bright yellow fire talismans! Zhang Yu couldn't help but take a breath of cold air when he was blocked by this cassock. It's so awesome!

"Good boy! If you have any skills, use them!" the great monk shouted proudly.

As he finished speaking, the robe raised and floated over his head. He took out a bowl from his arms and pointed the mouth of the bowl at Zhang Yu.

"Swish swish swish swish..."

A series of wind blades shot out from the bowl, cutting through the void, and taking Zhang Yu straight.

"Puff!" Zhang Yu was not negligent, and the Qianfeng Talisman immediately rushed away.

"call……"

The strong wind blows, and the sand and stones fly. The strong wind blowing from the strong wind talisman hurdles against the wind blade, causing stormy waves.

The surrounding trees were blown rustling, "rattled" and the fragile branches were hung up directly.

This round was considered a draw, but Zhang Yu used a talisman and the opponent used a magic weapon. Although he could temporarily tie the game, the magic weapon would definitely take advantage.

So, Zhang Yu bit his finger and immediately wrote the word thunder in his palm, then he beat the monk with a palm, "Boom!"

"Thunder in the palm of your hand!"

The monk was also aware of the goods, and the big red cassock floating above his head quickly blocked him.

Whether it is the strong wind or lightning, it is difficult to achieve success before this cassock.

It is not difficult to see that this robes are definitely an extremely powerful magic weapon, far better than tin staff and bowls.

Zhang Yu gritted his teeth and shouted, "I see how much you can block!"

After saying that, he took out a handful of talisman paper from his pocket and threw it into the sky.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"...

For a moment, thunder sounded loudly in the sky. Zhang Yu was going to launch an air strike. Not only that, his body swayed, holding up his left palm and ready to go, and holding several fire talismans in his right hand.

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Chapter completed!