Chapter 439 Donor, Please Stay

"Is that kid hiding here?" One of them said, "I'm so stupid! I heard that Ye Zhongshi and Ye Haiming were killed here before. I didn't expect that kid to come back here! Hey, but just let him know that Lao Tzu Dusha Palm is very powerful!"

This man is called Ma Hanchao. Twenty years ago, he was a well-known and peerless murderer in Jianghu. The people from Six Doors made a move and wiped out his accomplices, but Ma Hanchao escaped, and then disappeared. No one expected that the famous murderer in the past would become the lackey of the Ye family.

"Lao Ma, this is Anrong City, Yimapingchuan, and there is such a Xiaolong Mountain nearby. If he doesn't hide here, where else can he hide? Could it be hiding in your wife's crotch?" Another person laughed fiercely, This person used to be a big thief in the world, but he was desperate and had no choice but to join the Ye family.

"Let's stop talking nonsense, let's find this kid first! Otherwise, let's make a bet and take a million as a bet. Whoever catches this kid first or kills him will win the gamble. How?" Someone suggested loudly, even taking Qin Lang as a bet. These gangsters probably didn't take Qin Lang seriously.

"Okay! Bet!"

"That's right! One million, drizzle!"

"Count me into one!"

"..."

However, a calm and completely different voice came out of this group of murderers: "Everyone, you bet, but don't blame me for not reminding you, that old man Wu Yingmeng followed our ass up, his You all know your temper, if he thinks we are slow to act, he will take action himself! At that time, our group will have no chance to make a move. If we return empty-handed, the Ye family will definitely not do us any favors of!"

"That's right! Damn it, stop talking nonsense, go up the mountain and arrest people." Several people shouted and strode up the mountain. These people are old Jianghu, and they used to be ruthless characters in the Jianghu. Of course, they don't take Qin Lang seriously. In their view, arresting a kid is simply a matter of hand.

"Amitabha! Donor, please stop!"

As soon as the murderers went up the mountain, they passed a cypress forest when they heard a solemn voice, and then a monk appeared in the forest.

"Stinky monk! You came to the wrong place for alms. I don't have time to pay attention to you today. Get out of here!" It was Ma Hanchao who spoke. Put a wild monk in your eyes. Moreover, this wild monk's temples are not bulging too high, and he doesn't seem to have much effort.

"The poor monk didn't come here for alms. The poor monk wanted to ask the benefactor to stay and lie in the woods forever." Monk Jianxiang smiled, his tone at this time was not solemn, but sinister.

"What an old monk who doesn't know how to live or die! You probably don't know what I used to do!" Ma Hanchao shouted angrily, and rushed forward. After a few breaths, he came in front of Monk Jianxiang, and then pointed his big purple-black palm towards the monk. Seeing that Monk Xiang took the picture, it was obvious that he wanted to kill the old monk at once!

Ma Hanchao's Poisonous Sand Palm Kung Fu has been practiced for decades. His palms can not only break open steles, but also contain strong poison. It's hard to heal.

The rest of the people knew that Ma Hanchao's poisonous sand palm was powerful, and they couldn't help thinking that the old monk's head would burst like a watermelon in the next moment.

boom!

Ma Hanchao's palm hit the old monk's head firmly, but the strange thing was that the old monk's head didn't burst, and the old monk didn't move at all, as if Ma Hanchao's palm had no strength. But this is not the case. Although Monk Jianxiang didn't move at all, he suddenly became "shorter" by more than ten centimeters——

It turned out that Monk Xiang's feet had sunk into the mud!

This blow completely frightened the dead soldiers raised by the Ye family. These people are all martial arts practitioners, so of course they understand what is going on in front of them: this is clearly the old monk who transferred Ma Hanchao's palm power to his feet! Using his head to force Ma Han's kung fu of super poisonous sand palm, this old monk is simply too perverted!

Ma Hanchao was also terrified. In his life, he used poison sand palm to beat people. He often won with a few strokes. Most of the time, he even killed the opponent with a single palm, but he had never met anyone who dared to resist his poison directly. Sand palm, and still use the head!

But Ma Hanchao knew that the old monk in front of him was not a lunatic, because if he was a lunatic, his head would have been shattered, and Ma Hanchao would not feel the pain in his palm, so there was only one possibility left:

This skinny old monk is a hidden master! Extremely skilled!

"Benefactor, you have already made a move, now it's my turn!" Monk Jianxiang said "My Buddha is merciful", and then slapped Ma Hanchao. This palm seemed ordinary and slow, But it is the authentic "Great Compassion Hand" of Buddhism. Ma Hanchao's poisonous sand palm is like a pediatrician in front of Monk Jianxiang's Great Compassion Hand.

However, the Great Compassion Hand didn't have the slightest sense of mercy or pity. Seeing Monk Xiang's palm directly broke Ma Hanchao's palm, and slapped Ma Hanchao hard on the forehead.

snap!

There was the sound of Ma Hanchao's skull breaking.

This voice has a long-lost familiarity for Ma Hanchao, because when he used to walk in the rivers and lakes, he would rob people on the road, and he especially liked to smash other people's heads with his palms, so that he felt a sense of refreshment, and it could also give others and himself The younger brother gave him a sense of deterrence, but Ma Hanchao didn't expect that one day his head would be smashed into pieces.

snap! snap!

Not only Ma Hanchao's skull was broken, but also his cervical vertebrae and spine!

Seeing Monk Xiang's palm with the "Great Compassionate Hand" was truly merciful and patted Ma Hanchao into a ball of meatloaf. In the eyes of others, seeing Monk Xiang's palm alone made Ma Hanchao "collapse" The ground turned into a mass of corpses.

"Fuck me! This old monk is a master - copy the guy and kill him!"

These people are all people in the Jianghu, martial arts practitioners, and they are all peerless murderers. Although these people are indeed a little scared when they see Monk Xiang's slap first, but these people will not shrink back because of fear, because they know There is no way out for me, and taking refuge in the Ye family is the last way out. If they can't even solve this matter today, then the Ye family will definitely not continue to protect them, and if they return to the rivers and lakes to work hard, they will definitely die! People with six doors alone are enough for them to have a headache.

Therefore, seeing that the situation was not good, the murderers immediately copied the guy.

Swords, hidden weapons, and gunfire all greeted Monk Jianxiang.