What's the old monk so despicable

Seeing An Yifu being beaten away and vomiting blood, the heroes immediately stopped fighting. They competed with martial arts. This is a desperate move. Could it be that this old monk is taking revenge

The old monk Huiming stood there and stared at An Yifu who was struggling to get up on the ground, and asked in a low voice, "Why"

An Yifu had blood on the corner of his mouth. He wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with his right hand that could still move, and smiled, "You are right, An Yifu is not an ungrateful person.

After all, I have all my skills given by Shaolin. Today, I just made a decision. I don’t owe you anymore.”

"You don't owe us Shaolin for a long time." Old monk Huiming's face turned bitter.

"Whether to owe or not to owe is not in the eyes of outsiders, but in my own heart.

I have no intention of being the best in the world. Today I just vent my anger for my master Tan Zong.

The master worked hard for Shaolin all his life. Even if he became a patient who was lying on bed, he was also a hero of Shaolin.

But your old monks are too cold-blooded and ruthless. I will go and get some medicinal materials from you to help you. You will not agree, and you will say that it was the master who harmed Shaolin.

If it weren't for Master's last wish at his death, I would hold a grudge against Shaolin, you think you could go out safely this time

Old Monk Huiming, you are the pillar of Shaolin. Although I don’t know why you are determined to join the war, you protect a group of scum, so you can’t escape the blame.

I can't kill you today, but with this battle of mine, it's already a delusion to get the first place again."

After An Yifu finished speaking, he bowed respectfully to Bai Fan, and turned around with a smile. A figure behind Bai Fan immediately flashed and chased after him.

The old monks in Shaolin were so angry that they saw it, "Zhu Zi, you should be so sinister and cunning."

Abbot Tanzhi turned around and shouted angrily, "Enough, did he do something wrong. If I had such a disciple, I should have smiled. Wouldn't you betray what you did to Junior Brother Tan? Do you still have the face to serve the Buddha?"

A group of old monks all looked down, chanting the Buddha's name but not daring to speak. Some of them had their eyes flashed and cursed in their hearts. At this time, you said it was so loud that I don't believe in these things in Shaolin. You don't know what good people are pretending to be.

Old monk Huiming felt himself. His family knew his family's affairs and he had not healed his internal injuries and attacked him again. He was injured twice with his qi and blood. There were three opponents of his own era on the spot. At this time, he basically had no chance of fighting continuously.

After a moment, the little monk Lingzhen pulled An Yifu, who was covered in wounds, to Bai Fan.

"Master, Brother An is seriously injured. Now his master is gone, no one cares about him. You have good abilities. Let me show him quickly. Look at his left arm is almost falling off."

Ling Zhen cared about him so much, An Yifu was moved, but he always felt embarrassed when facing Lan Tianhou, so he looked at Bai Fan with a silence.

Bai Fan snorted coldly, "What does it have to do with you whether he dies or not. He always likes to exchange injuries for injuries. Last time, his tendons and veins were almost broken, but this time he didn't have an arm, so why did you do it.

My body and hair are my parents. I don’t know how to take care of my body. Even if I save him thousands of times, it’s just in vain.”

But

Ling Zhen wanted to say something else, but An Yifu reached out and pulled it back, "Don't do this again, the Marquis's right is my own fault. I dare not bother the Marquis. I will leave now."

"Stop, you're pretty stubborn.

You think I am Bai Fan, I love my disciples the most. Since Ling Zhen spoke, your arm can't even fall off today."

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Bai Fan shouted An Yifu with a shout, and did not give him a chance to speak. He flashed up and started to take action directly. An Yifu was broken by the old monk Huiming. Fortunately, the old monk showed mercy, otherwise it would be really difficult to deal with if he really cut off his broken arm.

After some experiments, you can only control An Yifu's injury. "Don't use your left arm for the time being. After going down the mountain, you will be cured. It will be cured in one month.

As for your internal injuries, the Shaolin Yijin Jing itself is a magical skill for healing the wound. Please carry your own internal energy to treat it.”

An Yifu knew it was better and bowed to Bai Fan again and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Marquis."

Hearing this, Bai Fan snorted coldly, "Why are you calling me? My love book at the bottom of my box seems to have been fed to the dog."

An Yifu didn't dare to be stubborn anymore after being scolded, so he could only bite the bullet and said, "Thank you, Master Bai."

Although it was just a half-teacher's courtesy, he finally understood the distance and then remembered something afterwards. It turned out that Bai Fan had said before that his favorite apprentice was told to him.

Many heroes were also distracted by Bai Fan. When they heard Bai Fan say that the Shaolin Yijin Jing is a treasure book for healing, they immediately became more thoughtful. After all, the two treasure books of Shaolin are now big goods, and they can buy two taels of silver on the roadside. Although it is difficult to practice, it is worth studying the word "healing".

Old Monk Huiming felt bitter, but for his own goal, he could only hold on.

The old man Xia Yinsha on the sidelines said, "Zen Master Huiming, go down and have a rest. You have already had a fight. Although I want to compete with my old friend, I am unwilling to take advantage of you at risk."

"I don't have this habit, so I will go down to recuperate. After you have enough rest, I will let you see the unique skills of Taoism." Wang Yuanzhi snorted coldly.

"I don't bully the injured." Jin Xia Zhenren is obviously a ruthless and talkative style.

In this way, Sun Wuji from Shenwu Sect was left.

Sun Wuji looked at the monk Huiming who had not yet ended, then looked up at the old seniors around him. After weighing the pros and cons, he looked a little reluctant to speak.

Seeing that his face was flushed, the heroes felt funny. It was really not easy to make a big and thick man so defeated.

"Master Sun, you can't even bully the injured, right? This is a big deal." Someone cheered.

I

"What's that? Anyway, Shaolin monks are not good people. Don't he compete for the best in the world? Then he must defeat you all one by one. Sooner or later, he won't be able to pass this level."

Obviously, this passerby has a gang with Shaolin.

Abbot Tanzhi felt a little cold when he saw the performance of the people in the martial arts world. Shaolin's reputation had been extremely damaged, and it was unknown how many years it took to restore its reputation.

Sun Wuji endured it for a long time and said, "I, I didn't have the habit of bullying the injured."

But I only have the highest level of cultivation. If you don’t need to see these seniors, you will know that they are peerless masters. I can’t beat any of them, but admitting defeat is not my style. This Zen master’s injury and strength is damaged, which may allow me to find some confidence in the peerless master.”

Sun Wuji finished speaking hesitantly, and the heroes had not responded yet. The old monk Shaolin Huiming was already angry, "Okay, it turns out that a hero is a young man. I have not been in the world for decades, but I didn't expect to be forgotten here.

Although I was injured, Peerless is Peerless. If you are defeated by a top person, I will turn around and leave today, and there is no need to discuss any sword."

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