Before he finished speaking, Ji Yuan interrupted him with a loud shout:

"A bunch of bastards who bully orphans and widowed mothers! They come and rob them in broad daylight!

Now you still dare to bite randomly and drag Meng Changhe and Meng Qianhu into trouble!

Mr. Meng’s great reputation, how can I allow you to slander it!”

After Ji Yuan's internal refining, his internal organs were integrated into one piece, and his voice was as loud as a bell, shaking the door beams and pillars to shake off the dust.

It's not a problem to kill a tiger with all your strength.

Not to mention a bunch of rogues!

"Official...Master..."

The leper's head seemed to be frightened and he stared blankly at the fierce young Tiqi between his brows.

The latter had no expression on his face, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and slammed forward!

It hit the man's head on the bridge of his nose, blood spurted out, and half of his face became numb.

His skull was shaking, as if a water and land dojo had opened in his head.

There are all kinds of blows and blows, chimes, cymbals, and cymbals all ringing together!

Boom!

The man couldn't bear the strong force and was beaten until his legs were more than half a foot off the ground, like a floating painting.

Then, with a "plop" sound, it fell heavily to the bluestone ground and rolled to the old monk sitting cross-legged.

Is this a bloody disaster?

The leper's eyes were horrified, and all the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart, leaving him hanging with only half a breath left.

"Master...save me!"

He vomited blood and looked at the old, skinny face.

"Amitabha."

The old monk holding the alms bowl closed his eyes.
Chapter completed!