Chapter 53 Respect to Master Tang

Seeing that the round bamboo in the hands of the little monk fell on the top of the Jindan cultivator, the Jindan cultivator groaned, his eyes were slightly open, his body was stiff, blood was overflowing from his mouth, and his whole body was upright. fell down.

In such an instant of effort, a Jindan cultivator died like this, and while they were watching from the side, it was too late to even stop it.

It can't be said that it is too late, but they never thought that after this little monk shot and seriously injured the other's muscles, he would kill him in the next moment.

Doesn't it mean that Buddhist disciples don't kill? How is this an exception?

Said he was not a monk? In this world, the parents of the body and skin, except for the Buddhists, who have ever seen a shaved head?

However, this person's strength is unfathomable and his temper is eccentric, and they really don't dare to question his words again.

After all, for those who cultivate immortals, if a monk with low strength offends the strong, he can be killed in minutes, and others will not say anything, because in the world of immortality, the strong are respected, It's all about strength!

"Do you guys also want to learn something?" Tangning retracted the round bamboo from Tangning's hand and looked at the few Jindan cultivators.

"Don't dare." Several people cupped their hands and said, after a pause, the old man asked: "Dare to ask the honorable driver, what is your name?"

Tangning glanced at them. Using the round bamboo in her hand as a staff, she walked on the ground and walked into the forest at a leisurely pace. A faint voice came out of her mouth and fell into their ears.

"Master Tang."

Tang poetry? Master Tang?

Almost instinctively, everyone felt that the two words in his mouth should be the last two words.

Watching the figure gradually fade away, until it disappeared from their sight, there was no one to stop it. Instead, he looked at the corpse in front of him and sighed softly.

"We can count him as acquaintance, let's send his body back!"

"I'm afraid, they won't let it go." Another person said, looking in the direction where the little monk was leaving, and said, "The one who left his name is probably not afraid of being sought for revenge."

"This person's strength is unfathomable, and I don't know which Buddhist school he came from? A shot is a killer move, and it is a single move to defeat the enemy and kill people without mercy. It is estimated that as he said, he is not a Buddhist child. "

Hearing this, everyone was silent. There is also a vague guess in my heart that maybe this little monk is really as he said, he is not a Buddhist disciple, because apart from his bald head, his behavior is really nothing like a Buddhist disciple.

At this time, the unfathomable little monk in their mouths, forced to walk to a place where no one was, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person sat under the big tree and panted.

"It's dangerous! If I have another one, I'll really be exposed." She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and muttered.

Xiao Hei, who was standing on her shoulder, was about to speak, when his small eyes moved, he looked at the black figure that appeared in front of Tangning like a ghost.

Tangning thought it was the Jindan cultivators who were following, holding the round bamboo in one hand as she was about to stand up, when she met the person in front of her. It was none other than the one who was clearly good-looking, but was wearing a ghost mask. the god of evil.

"Hehe, benefactor, this is the third time we have met. I think, you must not have a fate with me, but with me."

And, it must be a sin.