The monk became anxious and shouted: "Chase! Chase quickly!"
"Haha!!"
Six monks holding Zen staffs and a dozen knights ran out closely behind.
Lin Yan rubbed his belly vigorously and raised the knife to chase him, but when he reached the door, he was suddenly stunned and turned his head to look at Li Yunxiao, who was still standing there with a puzzled look on his face.
"Young Master Li, why don't you chase me?"
Li Yunxiao said calmly: "You adults are in the house. If the Thief Saint wants to kill him, he will definitely come over. Why should I chase him?"
"Oh, whoever captures the Thief Saint first will be rich. If you don't chase him, won't you lose any chance?"
"There's nothing I can do about it. My legs and feet are not good, so I can't catch up."
Lin Yan was slightly startled. Why didn't he see that Li Yunxiao seemed to have bad legs and feet?
Then he looked at Jiang Chen, who picked up the ribbon in his hand and said, "I won't go either. Only a fool chases after her."
Li Yan's eyes lit up when he heard this. Yes, why do you have to chase them? Those people are not necessarily the opponents of the Thief Saint!
Thinking of this, he shouted to his men: "Come back, come back! Come back! This is to attack the east and attack the west, to divert the tiger away from the mountain! Let's just hold on here!"
"yes!"
Everyone groaned, covering the injured area, and looked around cautiously.
Lin Yan watched everyone put on their postures and said with a faint smile: "Young Master Li, as long as I'm here, you can rest assured that I was careless just now. Otherwise, I could have fought hundreds of tricks against the Thief Saint!"
Li Yunxiao responded with a smile: "Then everything depends on the patrolling sir."
Lin Yan laughed: "It's not in the way, it's just a joke!"
A glint flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes. He took out a silver needle from his pocket and said calmly: "Come on, you all, come here. I can treat you for free."
Li Yunxiao glanced at Jiang Chen and shook his head helplessly. Needless to say, this was the beginning of her little experiment again.
While they were waiting here, a dozen knights and thieves started fighting in the wild.
The Thief Saint turned around and kicked a knight away, then got into a stance and prepared to fight the enemy.
One of them shouted loudly: "Holy Thief! There are more than a dozen of us, you can't escape today! Hurry up and surrender, I will exchange you for the reward!!"
After the words fell, the sound of muskets sounded. The Thief Saint directly clamped the bullet between his fingers and waved it back with force: "Give it back to you!"
call out!
puff!
The knight who fired the shot had blood splattered on his shoulder and rolled on the ground screaming.
The Thief Saint sneered: "A bunch of losers, holding muskets, they think they are masters of martial arts? What a joke!"
"Get out of the way! Let me come!"
A person suddenly appeared from behind, and the two long knives ignited white smoke as they swung, and then burst into flames with a roar!
"Look at my flaming swords and kill him!!"
The Thief Saint took out a pair of chains from his waist. There was a hook on the front of the chain. He threw it out in an instant and got stuck in the center of the long knife!
Then everyone saw that the man was being pulled over while yelling!
Snapped!
The Thief Saint grabbed the knight's neck and said in a disdainful tone:
"Heh, knight, you still have the twin flaming swords? I think you're just good at juggling! With just this little strength, go ahead and fool the kids!"
When several people behind him saw the strength of the Thief Saint, they all felt a little bit suspicious, but no one stepped forward.
One of them looked at the six monks and shouted: "Masters, you Buddhists are trying to save all sentient beings, why don't you hurry up and save them now?"
"Yes, yes, come on!"
When the monk in the center heard this, he slowly turned his head and bowed:
"Amitabha, this benefactor has the courage to face the thief. Even if he dies, he will have consumed the thief's energy for us."
"Don't worry, we will save him after he dies, and we don't have to be sad, because he will see the Buddha soon. Amitabha, so good... so good!"
Everyone was confused after hearing this. They didn't believe in Buddha. What kind of Buddha did they see? Who wants to meet?
"Fuck! Save me!!!"
The person in the Thief Saint's hand was still calling for help, but the next moment he was knocked unconscious by a hand knife and kicked out again.
"It's over, this is such a master!"
Several people murmured to themselves, and their hearts rose at their feet to retreat, but when they thought of gold, they were reluctant to retreat.
Judging from the fact that the Thief Saint can hold musket bullets with his bare hands, he is at least in the middle of the sky. Everyone only dared to step forward to surround him, but did not dare to take the initiative to attack.
Suddenly the six monks at the front began to make eye contact.
The reward of one hundred taels of gold is a lot, and they can even ask for more after completion. They will definitely earn this credit!
With this thought, the six of them rushed towards the Thief Saint together.
The Thief Saint clenched his fists: "Come on!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Thief Saint used his sweeping legs to lift up the dust on the ground to block his sight. Then he came to a monk in an instant and kicked him in the crotch!
boom!
"Ouch! It hurts, it hurts!"
Hearing the other party's screams, the Thief Saint laughed and said: "You bunch of fake monks are not afraid of meat or sex. Today I will eliminate harm for the people!"
Saying that, the Thief Saint grabbed the monk's neck and picked him up!
The knight who wanted to let people rush out quickly spread his arms to stop everyone who was about to rush over.
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't go up, don't go up! Don't go there! This master is about to achieve enlightenment and go to see the Buddha! We can't disturb him!"
When the people around heard this, they all stopped.
"That makes sense..."
"Yes, let him see the Buddha..."
When the monk in the Thieving Saint's hands heard this, he put his hand deep into his arms and shouted angrily: "Bufo, Buddha... as big as your mother!"
A grenade was suddenly taken out and lit. With quick eyes and quick hands, the Thief Saint stuffed the grenade into the monk's mouth and kicked it out!
boom!
The power of the grenade that has been improved over the years may not have increased much, but it is still very easy for the fragments to hurt people below the mid-star level.
In an instant, among the dozen or so knights, three or four who had no time to dodge were injured. Even if no important parts were injured, the heartbreaking pain would be unbearable for them for a short time.
The remaining five monks did not feel any grief when they saw their own death. Instead, they looked at the Thief Saint with anger:
"Bold thief, you insulted our Shaolin Temple and killed monks. There is no place for you in this world!"
"I don't care about any shelter! I don't care about the ghost Shaolin Temple!" The Thief Saint shouted and jumped up high!
The two monks held Zen staffs and attacked upwards. Unexpectedly, the stolen saint slapped the weapons with two palms and escaped, and then took advantage of the situation and stepped on their heads with his feet!
"Uh-huh!!"
There was a clicking sound from the legs of the two monks, and they fell to their knees on the ground.
"Today I will step on you fakers!"
The most powerful monk stuck his weapon on the ground, and his inner strength surged into his hands: "You can step on us to wake us up? You are worthy of it!"
After the words fell, the monk flipped forward in the air and shouted: "Arhat Fist!!"
"Well done!" The Thief Saint kicked the monk away, used his strength to rush forward, and punched him with both fists!
boom!
Click!
"Ah! My hands!!"
The Thief Saint staggered when he hit the ground, and the monk who was fighting flew backwards. His right hand was as soft as cotton, and his bones were broken!
After the strongest one was defeated, it was the Thief Saint's turn. After a while, more than a dozen people, including the monk, were all knocked to the ground and passed out.
The Thief Saint did not kill them, but some of them were seriously injured and even lost their meridians.
After doing this, he took a few deep breaths, searched the money from these people, and returned to the county magistrate's residence.
