"Who?!"

The other gangsters were frightened and shouted loudly.

Before they could react, they found that there was a monk who was approaching their bodies.

This person is not tall, but his speed is extremely fast. He is surrounded by golden light and with just one punch, he beat a gangster to the ground.

Another gangster panicked and slashed at the figure.

But when the knife reached the distance, the forearm was held.

The man twisted it hard and broke the gangster's forearm.

The gangster was in pain and screamed. Before he could scream a few times, he was kicked away again, his chest was overturned and blood was spurted out.

The remaining gangster was a big man with a deeper cultivation. He barely passed a few moves, but the more he fought, the more he became more and more shocked.

This cultivator who is unaware of his identity is obviously also refining his energy, but his aura is extremely thick, he takes action quickly and quickly, has a skillful boxing technique, and his grade level is not low at first glance.

Every time he intersected his fists, he felt his fists numb and the bones inside seemed to be shattered.

Under the opponent's fierce attack, he could only be beaten passively and could not repay the move at all.

He couldn't hold on for long, and it was his limit to barely passing these few moves.

Sure enough, after a few moves, his fists shattered, and his pain was unbearable, and his body stagnated, revealing his flaws.

The opponent flashed to his side, and his fist went from bottom to top, with golden light overflowing, and a punch broke his arm.

Sweating and groaning in pain, turning around and trying to leave, but the ghostly monk approached him and kicked his leg off.

The big man fell to the ground with a plop and fainted from the pain.

In a blink of an eye, among the few gangsters, only Wang Lai was left.

At this time, Wang Lai had already extinguished the flames in his arm, but his right arm was charred and weak and hung down. He was obviously seriously injured and could no longer hold the knife.

Wang Lai looked around, looked frightened and said quickly:

"Where is the monk?"

No one answered in the silent mine.

Wang Lai turned around and ran, but after a few steps, a golden sword light lit up and flew past and pierced his right leg.

Wang Lai staggered a few steps, knocked to the ground, covering his right leg and wailing.

His right leg was pierced by the sword light, and there were snow-white, flame-like spiritual power on the wound, scorching little by little, making him in pain.

In a few moments, Wang Lai and other fierce gangsters were all knocked down.

Lao Yutou was unbelievable.

His eyes shook, he fell to his knees with a thud, and said fearfully:

"I don't know who the master is, please..."

Before he could finish speaking, he found a fair little hand holding his arm and helping him up.

Three small figures appeared in front of him.

The mine was dark, and Old Yu could barely see their faces clearly, and was even more shocked for a moment.

The few who easily subdued the king were three young monks with beautiful eyes and extraordinary appearance.

"You, you are..."

Mo Hua raised a bronze waist plate in his hand.

"We are people from Daotingsi."

This bronze waist card was specially applied for by Zhang Lan and Zhou Zhangsi when they were in Tongxian City.

After all, traveling out, multiple identities and multiple ways.

In this case, Dao Tingsi's identity is just right.

Old Yu still couldn't believe it.

Can Daotingsi have such a small monk?

But this waist card doesn't seem to be fake, and there is no need for them to deceive themselves, the old man.

Old Yu bowed his head and bowed, "Thank you, three little adults."

Mo Hua did not let him worship, but handed him a bleeding-stop pill and said:

"You take it first and adjust your breath for a while."

Then he ran to Wang Er and Tang Wu, and each of them fed a pill.

He had just peeped at it with his spiritual sense, but the two of them just fainted, broke their scalp, and their sea of ​​consciousness was somewhat shocked, but their lives were not hindered.

After that, Mo Hua walked slowly towards the king.

Wang Lai's right arm was injured by Mo Hua's fireball technique, and his right leg was injured by Bai Zixi's sword light. He leaned against the corner of the wall, and was sweating profusely.

He looked at the ink painting and his eyes were also full of incredibleness.

He never expected that he would fall into the hands of several children.

What are these little guys?

How did they discover themselves and how did they appear in the mine?

What exactly do they want to do?

"You... are from Daotingsi?" Wang Lai asked reluctantly.

Mo Hua nodded.

"Then, can you know... Zhao Diansi?" Wang Lai tentatively said.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows, "Are you very familiar with Zhao Diansi?"

Wang Lai forced a smile, "I'm not very familiar with you, I have a little friendship."

"Oh." The ink painting is meaningful.

Wang Lai was a little unable to see through the origin of ink painting, and even more unable to guess the thoughts of ink painting, and his spiritual sense could not be seen, as if ink painting was shrouded in fog.

Wang Lai was unsure, but asked:

"Three little adults, I don't know what happened to this mine?"

The ink painting seems to be a smile, "What do you think?"

Wang Lai said embarrassedly: "Please make it clear."

Mo Hua looked at him and said, "You are killing someone!"

Wang Lai's expression changed and he immediately shouted:

"Unforgivable, little lord, unforgivable!"

His right arm was burned and he was unable to move. He raised his left hand and pointed at Lao Yu's head and said:

"It was them. They were going to steal the Lu family's mine. I discovered it. Then I stopped them and prepared to send them to Daotingsi..."

"They are honest, but they are actually treacherous and greedy for small profits, and can do anything."

"Don't be fooled by them..."

The ink painting was slightly stunned.

This Wang Lai is really a talent.

But in a moment, I thought of a set of rhetoric that turned black and white into frame-up and slander.

No wonder he was able to survive in Nanyue City, no wonder he was called "Wang Laipi".

Old Yu was furious when he heard this, and pointed his fingers at Wang Lai tremblingly:

"You, you are shameless!"

He had no grievances and no grudges, but he had to turn the tables on his face.

Wang Lai sneered without saying a word.

Mo Hua smiled, but said, "Wang Laipi."

When Wang Lai heard this, his face suddenly changed, "Do you know me?"

If you don’t know his background, you will never know his nickname.

Wang Lai thought about it carefully, and his heart gradually became cold, and his eyes narrowed slightly:

"After saying this, you know everything. You came for me from the beginning. You have seen everything here for a long time?"

"That's right." Mo Hua said lightly.

Wang Lai said: "How much do you know?"

Mo Hua said with her fingers:

"You went to Yihonglou seven times this month, robbed the road twice, beat people six times, ate five meals of free food, gambled the day before yesterday, and lost ten zero-three-point spirit stones..."

Wang Lai was shocked, "How is it possible? How can you know!"

Mo Hua curled her lips.

I stare at you every day, of course I know everything.

It's just that you idiot have a low sense of consciousness and haven't noticed it.

Mo Hua naturally would not say these words, but only showed an unfathomable smile, which made Wang Lai even more unpredictable.
To be continued...