Qingzhou, Qingmu Mountain.
"Who are you?"
Two members wearing the costumes of the Red Whale Gang pulled out their machetes and stared at the two men in front of them warily.
One person was tall and muscular, with a centipede-like scar extending from his face to his right arm. He had evil eyes, was wearing coarse linen clothes, and exuded a violent and ferocious aura. He stared at the two members, his face full of cruelty and ferociousness. smile.
The other man has a bald head, dark brown Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, his hands clasped together, and kind eyes. He is not tall, but his body is unusually fair. He looks like a monk.
"Monk" whispered: "Hujie Lie, don't be so irritable, be calmer."
"Bald donkey, I hate other people's chirping the most. Don't mess with me, otherwise I..." Hu Jielie showed a dissatisfied look, turned his head, stared at the "monk" beside him, and said coldly.
However, he didn't even finish his words...
"boom!"
The whole person flew out and hit the mountain rock wall hard, creating a human-shaped pit.
The "monk" still stood there with his hands clasped together, with kind eyes and kind eyes, and said in a calm tone: "Amitabha, good, good, good~"
"Stinky bald donkey, how dare you hit me!" Hu Jielie shouted violently, rushed out from the mountain rock wall, raised his fist, and smashed the "monk" in the face.
The fist wind roared, and the surrounding environment became distorted, as if it was imbued with some strange and mysterious artistic conception.
The surrounding ground, flowers, plants, and trees exploded like a strong wind, spreading outwards continuously, forming surging air waves, cracking outward layer by layer.
Facing the heavy punch coming from Hu Jielie, the "monk" remained unchanged. He raised his hand slightly, and his white palm quietly withstood the punch. The surroundings exploded and stirred, but the "monk" remained motionless. It seemed that he had not been affected by any impact.
Hu Jielie's expression changed, he stared at the "monk's" right hand and murmured: "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu?"
"Monk" looked at Hujielie, his tone was still calm: "Hujielie, if you do it one more time, I will cripple your right hand."
"Huh?" Hu Jielie's pupils shrank, his face darkened, his fists clenched unconsciously, he took several deep breaths, and finally calmed down his anger, and said in a submissive tone: "Yes, Lord Hu Yan."
Hu Yanzhenyi is a true disciple of the Buddha in the Western Region of Tianlang Kingdom. He is said to be a rare genius in a hundred years. At the age of only twenty, he has mastered the eighth level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu. He has the power of eight dragons and eight elephants, which is said to be infinitely powerful. , unparalleled by his peers.
As a rare young master in the Tianlang Kingdom, Huyan Zhenyi's status is also very high.
When he came this time, as the captain of the team, his status was higher than that of ordinary martial arts masters.
"Can you please tell me that the true disciple of the Western Region Buddha Sect, Hu Yan Zhenyi, came to visit Senior Ouyang Wudi, the former leader of the Red Whale Gang."
Hu Yanzhen's tone was calm, but his voice was like thunder, spreading throughout the Cyanwood Mountain, and the sound was so loud that it was deafening.
The two Red Whale Gang disciples were so shocked that they almost fell to the ground.
"Buddhist Lion's Roar Kung Fu?"
"I have retired from the world for many years, so why should Huyan Zhenzhuan be so aggressive?"
A deep voice, accompanied by pure internal energy, spread out and blocked Hu Yan Zhenyi's sound waves.
"Sirius Kingdom plans to do something in Qingzhou, and I hope Senior Ouyang can do it conveniently..."
Hu Yanzhen waved his hand and swayed away Ouyang Wudi's internal energy.
"I have retired from the world for many years and am no longer familiar with the world. What do you, the Sirius Kingdom, want to do? It has nothing to do with me, Ouyang Wudi! The Red Whale Gang will not care about your affairs either!!"
Ouyang Wudi's voice came out from the depths of the mountain peak again.
"Haha, there is no proof for what you say. Now that the poor monk is here, I hope that Senior Ouyang will make a note so that the poor monk can go back and deliver the work!" Hu Yanzhen took out a roll of parchment from his sleeve and threw it to the man in front of him. Two disciples.
"Take it to Senior Ouyang."
"Yes, yes..." A disciple stood up in a panic while holding the parchment, and ran towards the depths of the mountain.
After a while, Ouyang Wudi's somewhat angry voice came out again.
"Huyan Zhenyi, don't go too far!!"
"If I sign this parchment, won't I be at the mercy of your Sirius Kingdom from now on?"
Hu Yanzhen clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, if Senior Ouyang has no intention of fighting against the Sirius Kingdom, why should he be afraid of the constraints of the contract? Or is it that Senior Ouyang has deceived the poor monk from the beginning to the end?"
Ouyang Wudi's angry voice came out from the mountain peak.
"I said I wouldn't care, and I just won't care!"
"Get out of here, you are not welcome here!"
Hu Yanzhen shook his head and sighed: "The world is obsessed with it and is obsessed with it!"
After saying this, Hu Yanzhen looked at Hu Jielie beside him and nodded.
Seeing this, a cruel and bloodthirsty smile appeared on Hujielie's lips, he stamped on the ground suddenly, and rushed into the mountain like a hunting wolf.
After burning the incense, Hujie Lie, covered in blood, walked out carrying something.
"Snapped!"
Hu Jielie threw the object in his hand in front of Hu Yan Zhenyi, and it was a bloody, dead human head.
"This Ouyang Wudi has a very famous name, but he turns out to be a worthless thing. His blood has long been depleted and he is old. He is full of energy and weak. He is really weak!"
"It's just a little stronger than the average third-grade. Compared with our martial arts masters from the Sirius Kingdom, it's simply embarrassing."
"This kind of grandmaster who is still alive should have been buried in the sky and fed to the vultures in our Sirius Kingdom!"
Hu Yanzhen looked at the head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and recited a Buddha's name: "Amitabha, it's so good, so good. Ouyang the donor could have been immortal, but finally died under his own obsession..."
Regarding Hu Yanzhenyi's words, Hu Jielie sneered and thought to himself: This stinky bald donkey is sanctimonious, and his methods are also extremely dirty. He insists on pretending to be a virtuous monk, which is simply disgusting.
Of course, he would not really say these words.
He doesn't want his right hand to be crippled!
This Huyan Zhenyi is so cruel!
There is no normal person who can fight his way out of a place like the Buddhist Sect in the Western Regions and achieve the true teaching!
"Where should we go next? Master Huyan?" Hujielie asked.
"Let's go to Qingzhou Mansion and meet Dugu Kasyapa." Hu Yanzhen turned around and walked towards the foot of the mountain.
Hu Jielie nodded, glanced at the frightened Red Whale Gang disciples, condensed a blazing flame in his palm, mobilized his inner energy, hit the opponent directly with a palm from the air, and burned with raging fire.
"Ahhh..." The disciples of the Red Whale Gang struggled painfully, rolled over desperately, and died completely in despair and pain.
