At this time, in the rocky beach halfway up the mountain, Huo Ying was fighting with the fat monk who came from the bottom of the mountain.
Huo Ying was seen to be agile, as graceful as a thundering dragon, and as powerful as a swimming dragon. She kept attacking around the fat monk. Her long sleeves were elegant, but her snow-white face was tight.
Relatively speaking, the monk who was being attacked in the middle seemed to be much more relaxed. While waving his sleeves to block Huo Ying's attack, he still had time to say: "Female donor, your Youlong Mingxue Kung Fu is very good. He seems to be much stronger than the one named Fan."
While the great monk spoke, Huo Ying, who didn't say a word, kicked him in the knee, and then connected her legs with her feet, quickly kicking him from the knee to the thigh, then from the thigh to the lower abdomen, and then to the chest. Only then did the great monk reach out and punch out, knocking Huo Ying two feet away.
Huo Ying flipped in the air and landed firmly, panting slightly, but her eyes were coldly looking at the fat monk in the scarlet cassock in front of her.
The fat monk had been kicked by Huo Ying about ten times before, but he still looked as if nothing had happened. He patted the footprints on his body, then put his hand under his nose and sniffed hard: "I didn't expect that. , the female donor’s whole body is fragrant, even her shoes are so fragrant.”
Huo Ying looked at the other party coldly and bit her lip gently.
"You are no match for me." The monk looked at Huo Ying and said quietly: "Call out the prescription, and then go back and prepare the medicine."
"In this way, you are still valuable."
"Otherwise, when Sajia breaks all your joints, you will be an ice beauty unable to move. By then, you will have to spit out everything you know."
Huo Ying looked at the monk and shook her head quietly.
"Don't you know I'm good at using poison?" Huo Ying said.
The monk laughed loudly: "Do you think the Sa family came to you without any precautions?"
Huo Ying didn't smile.
She always had an expressionless face, and she didn't show any emotional ups and downs when she spoke.
"You just said that my shoes smell good."
"Have you ever wondered why my shoes smell so good?"
Huo Ying looked at the great monk and spoke calmly.
The great monk took a step back involuntarily.
His whole body trembled.
"You..." the monk said tremblingly.
"Fragrance of flowers." Huo Ying said quietly, "You have already lost."
Huo Ying only said the name of the poison she used and already sentenced the monk to death. The monk couldn't help laughing.
He pulled out the scarlet gourd from his waist and poured several gulps of wine into his mouth. The aroma of the wine filled the mountain.
Huo Ying shook her head and walked towards the monk step by step.
The monk's expression gradually changed from the initial ecstasy to disbelief and fear: "How is this possible?"
He said in panic while pouring wine into his mouth.
"Your Liuyang wine can indeed detoxify many poisons." Huo Ying looked at the great monk's face: "But potpourri is not included."
Saying this, Huo Ying continued to move forward, and almost instantly arrived in front of the great monk. He waved his palm towards her, but his movements were indescribably weird and weak.
Huo Ying easily avoided the great monk's palm, but she did not attack directly. Instead, she turned sideways, with her back to the great monk, and ran into the opponent's arms. At the same time, she bent her elbows, and with the speed of the impact, her entire body was bent by the tip of her elbows. It is centered on the great monk's abdomen.
At that moment, the great monk was like a ball kicked up by a heavy kick, flying directly backward, and then hit the pile of rocks heavily, causing dust to fly.
Huo Ying turned around and continued walking towards the great monk step by step.
Now that it's here, the roots need to be removed.
But at this time, the great monk was lying in the pile of rocks and laughing.
While laughing, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Huo Ying walked towards him step by step: "Why are you laughing?"
"I laugh at how skilled you are in poisoning." The great monk looked at Huo Ying and laughed heartily: "But the poisons used are all soft and cannot kill people."
He was really laughing heartbrokenly, because Huo Ying's potpourri broke his body-protecting Qi, and that elbow attack directly attacked his internal organs.
Now he still dared to laugh so loudly. The injury itself affected his heart. It would be no exaggeration to say that it was heartbreaking.
So I was laughing and coughing up blood.
Huo Ying didn't stop: "I'm a doctor, I don't make medicine that kills people."
Huo Ying said calmly but firmly.
"So just pay the price for your pedantry of womanly kindness, female donor." The great monk smiled like this, and then shouted: "Fellow Taoist! Do you really want to collect my body?"
Before the great monk finished speaking, he saw a fine steel crutch flying from a distance, hitting Huo Ying who was walking towards the great monk. Huo Ying had been concentrating on the movements around her when she saw the iron crutch flying towards her. His expression changed, and he immediately put his hands together and pushed out.
Her fleshy palm collided with the crutch, but it was unable to withstand the strong power contained in the crutch. Her whole body was hit by the iron crutch and flew backwards. The crutch also stopped its momentum and bounced back, and then It fell into the hands of a crane-cloaked Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest He Cloak hobbled forward step by step on crutches, laughing and scolding: "You are a great monk, you usually brag and support a few, but when you get under your hands, you turn into a soft egg with pustules."
The monk in scarlet cassocks lay on the ground and managed to stand up, but his whole body's Qi was still unable to circulate. He laughed and cursed: "You talk about being light, but this little hoof's martial arts is not very good, but he is good at using poison."
"Go and knock her out quickly so we can go back to the temple."
"The Sa family has already thought of hundreds of ways to make good use of this little hoof."
"You slutty monk." This Taoist priest in the crane cloak was Taoist Qingyun. He laughed and cursed, and at the same time he limped towards the direction where Huo Ying was knocked away. Even though he had trouble walking, he still had difficulty walking. The journey was extremely fast, as if he had just thrown the crutch to hurt Huo Ying, but when the crutch flew back, it landed squarely in his hand. This does not indicate the skill of his strength, but only the high level of his Qinggong.
As for Huo Ying, her martial arts skills were originally superior to her lightness and agility, especially the killing blow that poured all her strength into her body. However, head-on confrontation was her weakness at the moment. At this time, she was injured by the flying crutches and fell to the ground. For a moment, my whole body felt numb and weak, and I could barely get up.
However, Huo Ying's expression still showed little panic when she saw the Taoist priest walking towards her.
She just looked at each other quietly without saying a word.
"Besides being colder, he is really a handsome and lovely person." Taoist Qingyun looked at Huo Ying and praised him: "I don't know why Fan Ruoxian ran away, but you are still here."
Saying this, Taoist Qingyun raised his staff and pointed at acupuncture points on his chest. At this moment, a bright black sword light struck towards Taoist Qingyun.
"You monster, take a stab at me!"
Sheng Junqian's voice came together with the light of the sword.
