But he saw Yu Liufei walking towards him with a sword. As he approached, Yu Liufei stopped and blocked the crowd a few feet in front, about to draw his sword.
Xiao Yu was surprised. Luo Yao didn't ask this person for help just now, but this smelly guy did it himself. I don't know why?
Zeng Qian and his entourage stood there with surprised expressions on their faces when they saw the man holding an iron rod standing out.
He was a monk, about six feet tall, with a round face and a big nose. He was dressed in silk clothes and held an iron rod that was above his head. There was a shallow bloodstain on his left cheek, which looked like a new injury.
"Stinky swordsman, monk, I'm not here to cause trouble for you today, so get out of here!"
As the saying goes, there are eight precepts for monks, but the monk in front of him spoke dirty words without any ambiguity. He looked like a fake monk. There were six precept scars on his head. I don't know if he was a monk from that temple who came out to travel around the world.
When Yu Liufei heard this, he just pulled out the sword in his hand and put it back. He snorted coldly and said: "It's best not to come after me. You thief and a bald ass, if you want to fight, I'm not afraid of you."
It seems that the bruise on Yu Liufei's hand was left by this monk, but I don't know why the two got into a fight.
Yu Liufei was extremely jealous when his enemy met him at this time. When he asked whether he was looking for trouble, the two of them had nothing to do with each other and went their separate ways.
The monk followed Zeng Qian and his party, and Yu Liufei walked along the street with his sword.
Xiaoyu frowned, it turned out that the smelly fellow was not trying to help them, but actually had a grudge against the monk.
Granny Lin saw that the porridge in the bucket had been distributed, and there were only a few spoons of porridge in the bucket. Seeing Zeng Qian and others coming, she hurriedly shouted to everyone: "There is no more porridge, everyone should disperse, hurry up, disperse." .”
The victims hurriedly dispersed, and only a few brave people who wanted to help Granny Lin stayed here.
"Come on, young man, help your mother-in-law put the porridge bucket on the cart. Let's go quickly." Mother-in-law Lin told Xiaoyu.
Xiaoyu hurriedly started to collect the buckets. When he was about to carry the second bucket, Zeng Qian had already arrived.
"Hey, has the porridge been delivered?" Zeng Qian's swollen cheeks still couldn't hide his arrogant and angry look.
Granny Lin stood up hurriedly, shook her apron, and didn't know where to put her hands. She replied: "We have finished giving out porridge. We are leaving now. There is no other food left at home. We will no longer give out porridge in the future."
After the mother-in-law finished speaking, she hurriedly looked at Xiaoyu, turned around and helped: "Young man, take it, take it and we'll leave now."
Zeng Qian saw Granny Lin's anxious look and saw her turning around to collect the bucket. She sneered twice and kicked her mother-in-law in the back.
"Old guy, I want to leave now, but I can't!"
"bump!"
Zeng Qian's outstretched foot was hit by Xiaoyu with a bamboo pole, making a crisp collision sound.
"ah!!"
Zeng Qian screamed, sat down, hugged the calf bones, and screamed.
At this time, the two young couples from Luoyao also closed the medicine stall and hurriedly came over to help fight the enemy.
Zeng Qian felt the pain for a while, wiped the painful tears from the corners of his eyes, and said to a boy beside him: "Why don't you help me up, you piece of shit!!"
The two boys, whose faces were also swollen, hurriedly bent down and helped him up.
Zeng Qian pointed at Xiao Yu and cursed: "Okay, okay, another one is playing tricks, right? As for those two people just now, they both stood up for me and dealt with them together!"
Peng Yun stood on one side, glared at Zeng Qian, frowned and said, "I want to see who is going to deal with whom today!"
Zeng Qian was so frightened that he stepped back while being supported. He turned sideways and said to the monk holding a stick beside him: "Master Fangzheng, it's them, especially that woman, who are asking you to take action."
After hearing this, the monk stood in front of the four people and said to Peng Yun, "Did you hurt them?"
Peng Yun frowned and replied sternly, "Yes."
Monk Fangzheng saluted with his eleventh salute, "Amitabha, since you are a woman, I will let you do a move, please!"
"Snapped!!!"
A loud slap in the face!
"You!! You..." Before Monk Fangzheng could react, he had already been slapped and stared at Peng Yun with an angry look.
Peng Yun frowned and said: "What are you? Didn't you tell me to give you a move? Why, do you want to default on your debt?"
Monk Fangzheng frowned and said: "Slap!! You...hey...you...why didn't you say something in advance...before you did it..."
Peng Yun said: "Isn't a slap in the face a move? Why, do I have to tell you before we start a fight that I'm going to beat you?"
Monk Fangzheng was confused by Peng Yun's question. He sighed, frowned and said, "Forget it!" After saying that, he slammed the iron rod in his hand on the ground, frowned and said to everyone, "Get out of the way."
After everyone heard the words, they stepped out of the way to leave room for their opponents. Luo Yao retreated to the side, pulled out a long sword from the basket on his back, threw it over, and said to Peng Yun: "Yun'er, be careful. .”
Peng Yun took the sword, drew it out, threw the scabbard back into Luo Yao's hand, and replied: "I know, sir." The two of them were very affectionate.
Xiao Yu saw that Peng Yun acted unexpectedly, and he seemed to be a bit of a rogue, with a similar temperament to his own. However, the doctor Luo Yao was an upright and kind man. The two had very different personalities, but they could complement each other. Peng Yun ensured that Luo Yao did not suffer any losses along the way. , Luo Yao can make Peng Yun do things without going out of style, they are really well matched, and the young couple is also very interesting.
It's just that this monk named Fang Zheng doesn't know what he is capable of? I wonder if Peng Yun can beat him?
Peng Yun used his sword, Monk Fang Zheng used his stick, and they started fighting.
Xiao Yu is not a great master of martial arts, so naturally he does not know the origins of their martial arts.
Peng Yun's sword moves were majestic and majestic. Between opening and closing, he seemed to have the aura of looking down on the world. This sword technique seemed not suitable for practicing at his daughter's house. Fortunately, Peng Yun had enough internal training to barely exert its power in every move. .
Monk Fangzheng's stick technique looked familiar. It seemed to be the Shaolin Temple's Thirty-six Demon Subduing Styles. Xiao Yu once fought against an old Shaolin monk in a mission, and he used this stick technique.
The two of them clashed, the swords were shadowy and the sticks cracked the ground. In the blink of an eye, the two had passed dozens of moves and were evenly matched.
Xiao Yu was originally a killer, and his observation skills were different from ordinary people. When they were fighting, Monk Fangzheng was a little weak in using his left hand. Whenever he wanted to use his left hand for a stick move, he paused for a moment before dropping the stick. When his left hand was struggling, his brows could not help but frown. It was obvious that his left hand was injured.
"Miss Peng, force him to use his left hand to press the stick." Xiaoyu reminded Peng Yun from one side.
Peng Yunzheng was in the middle of a martial arts competition and was busy exchanging blows with Fang Zheng. At this moment, after listening to Xiao Yu's words, he turned his hand and pressed the sword to stab Fang Zheng's right arm. Fang Zheng hurriedly took off the stick and replaced it with his left hand. He avoided the killing move with his right hand and struck out with his left hand. Hit Peng Yun's stabbing sword.
"hiss......"
Monk Fangzheng opened Peng Yun's sword with his left hand, took advantage of the gap and took a few steps back, stood still, shook his left shoulder, it looked like it was tight in pain, and he made a long sound of "hiss" in pain.
