"Ah, Yuntian Sect, you actually used hidden weapons to kill me. I won't let you go even if I become a ghost. Everyone will fight with them."

Just when everyone was in chaos, Lin Feng added another fire, covered his chest directly, pointed at the great elder of the Yuntian Sect, and fell down in pain.

If Lin Feng goes to the Oscars, this actor will definitely be his.

"Fuck it......"

"Brothers, I have fought with their Yuntian Sect and dared to plot against us."

"Fuck, I'll fight. We've also drunk the poisonous wine from their Yuntian Sect. Anyway, I'll have to put a few people on my back once I die."

When they saw Lin Feng lying on the ground, the others were also angry. No one went to check whether Lin Feng was dead. Anyway, they had already determined that it was the Yuntian Sect who killed Lin Feng, and the rabbit was dead and the dog was cooked. They didn't want to be lambs to be slaughtered. Even if the other party was a second-rate sect, they had to fight.

For a moment, everyone started to fight, and Lin Feng secretly ran out of the crowd of people fighting.

Poisonous wine? Smash the cup as a sign? I'm so fucking you grandma's leg!

The great elder of the Yuntian Sect really didn't expect that the group of people who had just worked together to flatten Wudang were turned into this kind of swords and weapons. He was now angry and smoked from the seven orifices.

At this time, the people on both sides were already fighting together. Although the Yuntian Sect is a second-rate sect, and the level of his disciples is much better than that of other sects.

However, these sects are determined to die, and the number of them is several times that of theirs, so the Yuntian sect and these people are in no way different.

After a while, many people were beaten with broken arms and legs, which looked very chaotic.

"Amitabha, this donor, what's ahead?"

Just as Lin Feng was watching the show, his shoulder was patted. Then, he turned around and found a young monk holding a Zen stick in his hand, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"this···"

Lin Feng was about to speak, but suddenly he thought of something. Before the young monk could react, Lin Feng shouted, "No, their Yuntian Sect has hired Shaolin as an assistant, and the big sect has beaten people!"

After screaming, he lay down on the ground with his face so that others would not be recognized.

After hearing Lin Feng's words, the people who were still fighting were rushing to see them. When they saw Shi Xiaohu, who was confused and seven or eight bald monks, standing in front of a person lying on the ground, the sects were immediately red.

"Fuck, Shaolin bullies people too much. Everyone fights with them. Even if they die, they will bite off a piece of their meat."

"Yes, even if you add a few monks, we are several times more numerous than they are. I'm afraid of yarn!"

After saying that, he rushed forward and shouted to the confused Shi Xiaohu and the others.

"Senior brother, what should we do?"

Seeing a large group of people rushing towards him, a bald monk standing behind Shi Xiaohu asked nervously, although their realm is quite high, but there are many others.

"Don't worry, all the junior brothers. I just gently patted the donor's shoulder just now. I'm afraid he misunderstood me. I just need to explain to them, it should be fine." Shi Xiaohu said comfortingly to his junior brothers.

He felt that Lin Feng must have misunderstood him just now. After all, he did pat Lin Feng on the shoulder. He thought that if he explained it clearly to them, there should be no problem.

After Shi Xiaohu finished speaking to his junior brothers, his junior brothers also felt that it made sense.

Seeing that the junior brothers were all relieved, Shi Xiaohu shouted loudly at the crowd rushing towards him, "Don't worry, donors, things are not what you think..."

"Living in your sister, fuck him. I think it's amazing to be a big sect!"

As soon as Shi Xiaohu finished speaking, he immediately saw a big brick, thrown from the crowd, accompanied by screams of scolding.

"Amitabha, don't worry about him. As long as we make it clear, they will definitely realize their mistakes."

Shi Xiaohu and his junior brothers also narrowly avoided the flying brick, and then persuaded them to his junior brothers.

"Swoosh...swoosh!!!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight bricks flew over from the crowd. I don’t know where they picked up so many bricks.

Shi Xiaohu's junior brothers finally avoided those bricks this time. If it were bricks thrown by ordinary people, they wouldn't even have to hide.

However, the group of people in front of them are all warriors with realms. The bricks thrown out are not only very fast, but also have very high lethality. I am afraid that a cow can be killed by a brick. Therefore, even if they are Shaolin disciples, it is difficult to hide.

"Senior brother, do we still have to endure it?"

At this time, one of the monks, who were a little younger, said to Shi Xiaohu very unhappy.

"Yes, senior brother, we fight with them, they are really unreasonable." The other monks nodded and said.

"Amitabha, what do you usually tell you? To cultivate the Buddha's heart, you must be jealous and impatient. I will study hard with your senior brother!!!"

Looking at the angry expressions of his junior brothers, Shi Xiaohu clasped his hands together and said to them, and he looked very imposing as a monk.

"Swoosh...swoosh!!!"

"No, senior brother should avoid it quickly. They threw twenty or thirty bricks over."

As soon as Shi Xiaohu finished speaking, the monks standing opposite him who were scolded by him shouted loudly at him.

Shi Xiaohu's reaction was also very fast. After all, he was a master of martial arts realm and soon avoided the bricks that were flying in.

However, one of his junior brothers was cut off his shoulders in the brick rain and hung some colors.

"Amitabha, be aware of anger and impatience!"

After finally avoiding the rain of bricks, the monks glanced at Shi Xiaohu and quickly closed their hands together, chanting in a low voice in their mouths.

However, Shi Xiaohu, the leader, couldn't calm down and roared at his junior brothers: "Amitabha... I'm Amiya, I'm all for me and fuck them all to death!"

After saying that, without waiting for the monks who were already confused, they waved the Zen Staff in their hands and rushed forward. They looked like they wanted to kill all directions, which was completely different from the previous appearance of the Taoist monk.

ps: Hey, isn’t anyone reading it? The recommendation votes are getting fewer and fewer than day by day, and the author’s fungus is so motivated to write!!!

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