Looting three thousand against the world

Chapter 26 028: Sweeping Monk
Ming He walked up to Murong Bo in an instant with Lingbo's slight steps, and then quickly swung his fist.

It's a pity that Lingbo's micro-step is a light exercise, which can only increase the movement speed, not the attack speed.

Although the power contained in Minghe Fist is like a prehistoric wild beast, the speed of punching is only two or three times that of ordinary people.

Seeing Ming He's fist hitting him, Murong Bo hastily swung his fist to block Ming He's fist.

These two punches are not mixed with moves and martial arts, but only contain each other's own internal strength.

The two fists collided together, producing a huge sonic boom, and the strong wind blew away the surrounding dust.

The internal force of the two collided with each other through the arms, and as time passed, the two confronted each other for a minute, and the internal force in Murong Bo's body could no longer hold on.

Murong Bo withdrew his arm, and punched Ming He again, just like this, the two kept punching and punching each other quickly, every time they punched, there would be a sonic boom, and I don't know how many punches they got right.

There was only a "click" sound coming from the two of them, outsiders don't know if it came from Ming He's arm or Murong Bo's arm.

But this "click" means that one of the two must have a broken arm, and the battle is about to end.

"Old dog, how does it feel to have a broken hand bone?" Ming He looked at Murong Bo and asked with a smirk.

"You little bastard..." Murong Bo gritted his teeth with hatred for Ming He.

The "click" just now came from the bones of my hand, and the pain of a broken hand bone is heart-piercing pain.

"Old dog, I will send you to see your dead dog son right away."

The fisting hand of Ming He and Murong Bo turned into a claw in an instant, tightly grasping Murong Bo's fist, and twisting it hard, there was another "click" sound from Murong Bo's arm.

Then the other hand turned into a palm, and slapped Murong Bo's chest with one palm, and the other hand quickly used the other hand to protect his chest with his arm.

Although Ming He's palm only hit Murong Bo's arm, he was still shocked back again and again.

Murong Bo took seven or eight steps back before he stabilized his body. Blood dripped from the cuff of his fist with Ming He's right hand, and now he could only feel the heart-piercing pain in his right arm.

In order to protect his chest, Ming He slapped his left hand on his arm, and now his left hand is still numb and trembling slightly.

Murong Bo has already guessed his fate, he is now [-] out of [-], if nothing happens, he will die at the hands of Ming He, and then go to meet his ancestors.

Just when Murong Bo was distracted, Ming He had already hit the inner force in his palm, and waved his hand to Murong Bo.

Murong Bo is not willing to let go, since it is a dead end, why not let go and fight for a chance of survival.

He forgot the pain in his body and rushed towards Minghe with a punch.

One punch and one palm were handed over together, and the sonic boom sounded like thunder, deafening.

The strong wind blows Murong Bo and Ming He's long hair flying wildly, and then shakes both of them back. Murong Bo retreated six steps, and Ming He retreated seven steps.

Murong Bo's let go gave him a faint upper hand in this fight with Ming He, and the corner of his mouth began to bleed crazily.

The blow just now was already his life-threatening blow, and he is now in a state of exhaustion, and he can no longer use it a second time.

"Old dog, I promise to send you to see your son next time."

After Ming He stabilized his body, he looked at Murong Bodao who was at the end of his strength.

The fist fight with Murong Bo just now, although Minghe didn't cause too much injury, it also made Minghe's blood unstable, so Minghe was a little angry.

"Dragon fights in the wild!"

Like the sonic boom of the dragon chant sounded again, Ming He's inner strength was instantly released from his palm.

Just when the internal force was about to hit Murong Bo, an old monk in gray with a broom suddenly appeared here.

The old monk gently swept the ground with a broom, and the stones shattered by the stone lions. With the sweep of the floor sweeping monk, dozens of stones instantly shot at the palm force of Minghe, easily dissolving that palm force.

"Amitabha!"

"The poor monk also asks the benefactor to put down the butcher's knife, and return the Buddhist gate to a clean place."

The floor-sweeping monk clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to salute Minghe.

"The younger generation has met the master, and the master asked me to put down the butcher's knife, but I don't have a knife in my hand, how can I put down the butcher's knife?" Ming He spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Hey! This brat is really brave. He dared to make fun of such a master."

Li Qiushui smiled coquettishly after watching Ming He's actions, as a master master, she can naturally see the extraordinary strength of the sweeping monk.

"Mother, is that old monk very powerful?" Li Qingluo asked after hearing Li Qiushui's words.

"The strength of the sweeping monk should be in the realm of the legendary great master. Even if Minghe and I are two masters at their peak, we may not be the opponent of the sweeping monk together."

Li Qiushui easily resolved it from the sweeping monk, Minghe's peak master's blow, it can be seen that the sweeping monk is a realm above the master master - the great master!

"Isn't Minghe such a nasty bastard very dangerous?"

After hearing what Li Qiushui said, Wang Yuyan at the side was a little worried about Minghe's safety.

"Still talking about one idiot, I think you girl likes that kid, otherwise why would you worry about that kid!"

Seeing that her grandson, Queen Yuyan, was caring about Minghe, Li Qiushui couldn't help molesting Wang Yuyan.

"I think so!"

Under the ridicule of Li Qiushui and Li Qingluo, Wang Yuyan blushed, lowered her head, and stopped talking!
"The benefactor really knows how to joke."

The sweeping monk is an eminent monk, and he was not angry because of Minghe's joke.

"Master, today I killed the villain Murong Bo. Besides, as long as your monastery shows me the "Yi Jin Jing", I will immediately turn around and leave. What do you think?"

Minghe didn't want to fight this floor-sweeping monk to the death, the main thing was that the system task was to kill Murong Bo.

"Amitabha, benefactor, you killed benefactor Murong today, but benefactor Murong's son will come to trouble you again in the future.

When is it time to repay the injustice, it is better to be forgiving and forgiving.

As for the "Yi Jin Jing", the poor monk is not qualified to be the master. If the poor monk can be the master, the poor monk hopes to give the "Yi Jin Jing" to the benefactor to resolve these unnecessary troubles. "

The sweeping monk recited the Buddha's name again, and said slowly.

The Sweeping Monk’s willingness to show Minghe the Yi Jin Jing is true. If the Sweeping Monk didn’t have this mentality, he wouldn’t be able to tolerate Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan, who have been secretly learning 72 stunts in Shaolin Temple.

"Master, don't worry, no one will take revenge on me for killing Murong Bo, because I have already killed his son.

As for the "Yi Jin Jing", you are the master. After all, those who are of the Xuanzi generation in Shaolin Temple are your juniors, and they will not ignore your words. "

Of course, Minghe hopes that the sweeping monk will cooperate with him, so that he can complete the task and go home without pressure.

"Amitabha!
Donor, you have already killed Donor Murong's son, please let him go, he cannot threaten Donor with his strength. "

The sweeping monk is Murong Bo who is determined to protect and prevent Ming He from killing Murong Bo.

"Amitabha, stop benefactor, you are no match for the poor monk!" The floor-sweeping monk looked at Minghe and recited a Buddha's name, then slowly said.

"You have to try it to know."

After Minghe finished speaking, he turned around and stood up, taking small steps in Lingbo, concentrating his internal energy on his arms, and attacked the sweeping monk like a hungry tiger.

"Amitabha, One Finger Zen!"

The sweeping monk first chanted a Buddhist name, then pointed his fingers at Minghe, and released a burst of internal force to shoot at Minghe.

Seeing Dao Nei Li shooting towards him, Ming He dared not take it lightly.

This was a blow from the grand master, maybe this blow would knock him down, Minghe hurriedly moved to avoid it.

When Minghe was dodging, the sweeping monk shot out another internal force. Although Minghe successfully avoided the first internal force, he was hit by the second internal force.

Minghe felt his chest instantly, as if he had been hit by a boulder, and his Qi and blood were unstable, so he couldn't help but take a step back.

(End of this chapter)