Chapter 18 Let’s leave here

When the weirdo eating the woman's thigh heard someone shouting angrily, he immediately turned his head, revealing an inhuman and terrifying face.

This face does not look like a human being, but more like a prehistoric monster. The eyes were facing forward like a primate, but there was a ferocious mouth protruding outwards. The upper and lower rows of sharp teeth were blood red and hung with pieces of flesh. The nose is just two small holes, and the ears are long and pointed on both sides of the head like a monster.

"Where did this little thing come from? It just happened to show up when I was full..." This weirdo laughed and actually uttered human words. He casually threw the slender and tender woman's thigh, which looked like it had been chewed, on the ground. His pink tongue stuck out and swirled around the protruding mouth, with bloodthirsty and crazy colors in his eyes.

He Mian looked even colder, and there was wind under his feet, so he stepped hard!

The Tsurumi in the weirdo's eyes suddenly disappeared.

Then a sharp pain came from his abdomen, and the weirdo flew backward——

Tsurumi jumped up high, his eyes wide open with anger! He was more than ten meters above the ground, made an "eight" shape with his palms, and aimed at the weirdo lying on his back below——

A ball of white light lit up between Tsurumi's palms, and then became brighter and brighter. It was so intense that it was as if he was holding a scorching sun in his hands!

"Hey, is that a qigong cannon?" Wu Tian saw Tsurumi's hand from a distance, and he immediately understood that it seemed that Tsurumi had already mastered the qigong cannon.

"Die!" Tsurumi shouted in mid-air!

boom!

The blazing white energy beam stretches from top to bottom, all the way to the bottom!

"No, don't..." The weirdo didn't understand what was going on. As soon as he got up from the ground, he saw a large white light falling on his head. He was submerged in this white light, and his murmuring voice was also Gradually dissipate.

Boom! ——

The ground shook, making a shocking sound like a big explosion. When the dust and smoke cleared, Wu Tian saw that Tsurumi had fallen helplessly from mid-air. He weakly took out the remaining fairy bean from his body, stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it.

When he walked over, Tsurumi had stood up again as before.

Wu Tian looked at the large pit that was two or three people deep. The weirdo had been blown into pieces by the blast. He said: "As for that, just used the Qigong Cannon?" Tsurumi curled his lips and sneered: "It is not a pity to die for this kind of garbage."

"I don't know. So you have such a strong sense of justice? Is it because this person is a foreigner? The kingdom has long recognized these foreigners as equal human beings."

"I have never regarded these things as human beings." Tsurumi frowned in disgust, without looking at the deep hole he had made, and said coldly, "In this world, those cats and dogs, It’s ridiculous to treat something that is neither human nor ghost as a human being!”

Wu Tian remained silent. He didn't know much about the "foreigners" in the Dragon Ball world. Judging from the original work, three hundred years later, those werewolves, cat people, kobolds, and dinosaur people seem to have long been treated as normal earthlings. But for some reason, by the time of the Cyborg and Buu chapters, these aliens have become almost extinct again.

"No matter what, since we met them, let's bury these corpses." Wu Tian shook his head, walked over, and picked up the corpses one by one on the ground. Basically none of these corpses are complete, some are missing arms, some are missing thighs, some are disemboweled, or half of their heads are broken, with white brains flowing all over the floor...

Cranes look blue when they see each other, which makes them uncomfortable. Wu Tian had already seen scenes ten times more tragic than this in the ninja world, so his expression remained normal as he threw the several broken corpses he had brought over into the deep pit created by Tsurumi's Qigong cannon.

Seeing Wu Tian's extremely calm expression, Tsurumi also picked up the body without saying a word.

There were too many corpses on the ground, and everyone in the village had been killed by the stranger. Wu Tian and Tsurumi were so busy that they were covered in blood. After all, although these corpses were in a state of disgrace, both of them regarded them as human beings. The dead were the most important, so they moved them one by one with their own hands instead of kicking them into the pit one by one to save trouble.

Suddenly, Wu Tian stopped. He turned around and saw a group of people walking towards the entrance of the village.

"Huh?" Tsurumi threw the corpse with only half of its body in his hand into the pit. When he saw Wu Tian's movements, he looked back and saw a group of eighty or ninety bald monks walking over. .

Wu Tian threw the body into the pit. He looked at the surrounding terrain and recalled the map he had seen, 'Yes, this is right next to Duolin Mountain, where Duolin Temple is located. ’ He thought in his heart, but looked at the monks walking over with a very calm expression.

"Who are you?!" "What are you doing!" "Crazy!" "Did you two kill them all?!"...

When these monks, who were suspected to be monks from Duolin Temple, came over, they saw only broken limbs on the ground, and two suspicious figures with bare upper bodies standing in a pool of blood. Both of them were bare-chested and wearing ragged trousers, and one of them was smeared with aboriginal oil paint.

Looking at the calm expressions of these two people, how can the monks not misunderstand? How could an ordinary person look so calm in the face of such a tragic scene? Even these warrior monks who chant sutras every day shudder when they see such a scene of Shura.

The more frightened they were, the angrier they became towards these two people.

"You murdering thief, why don't you just surrender and be captured?" The leader of the tall warrior monk shouted angrily at Wu He and Wu He with a voice like thunder, raised brows and angry eyes.

"It wasn't us two brothers who killed him." Wu Tian shook his head and spoke calmly.

"Who killed that?" another monk asked.

"He has been killed by us." Wu Tian replied.

"Where's the body?"

"There." Wu Tian pointed to the deep pit behind him and said, "But we used too much force, and I'm afraid that man's body is gone."

The monks looked at the big pit behind Wu He and the two men, and almost suspected that they had heard something wrong. Such a big deep pit, what does this person mean, did they "make" it?

"What a joke! I think the two of you are the murderers, but you are still making excuses! Why don't you follow us up the mountain and enter the temple to receive Buddhist teachings! When you two shave your hair and take the ordination, chant sutras and eat fast every day, there is no way you can get rid of your sins! No way! Don't make such a mistake!" A monk shouted angrily, unwilling to listen to nonsense.

"Hahaha! Duolin Temple has such a strong tone and majesty!" Tsurumi looked up to the sky and laughed, looked at the monks in front of him coldly, and sneered, "Even if I kill people in this village, then What can you do to me with just a few quick moves of yours?"

"Crazy gangster!" "How dare you thief!" "What are you talking about with him? Tie him up and push him up the mountain!"...

The monks changed their colors one after another, became furious, and rushed forward.

"Bunch of rubbish, good time! You're not having a good time!"

Tsurumi laughed loudly and turned into a phantom, rushing towards the eight or nine monks without dodging. He was as powerful as a tiger descending from a mountain, or like a roc spreading its wings and flying into the sky, swimming back and forth among the crowd. The monks were also masters who practiced martial arts all year round, but no matter how fierce their attacks were and how powerful their boxing and kicking skills were, none of them could touch Tsurumi's body.

On the contrary, Tsurumi was calm among these monks, performing every move he wanted. He either hit his chest with his elbow, or banged the two monks' polished heads against each other, or cracked the monk's joints. The last few remaining monks suppressed him——

boom! The monks flew out in all directions as if they exploded.

Tsurumi sneered and stood there, as relaxed as if nothing happened. The originally aggressive monks were lying on the ground in pieces, screaming in pain.

"Qi, Qigong!" Some monks recognized it. This was something the abbot and the elders had talked about. It is said that among the people who practice martial arts in the world, there are only a few people who can practice Qigong, and they are all famous masters!

The other monks looked at each other on the ground, UU reading www.uukanshu.net They were all surprised, surprised, and incredible.

"Why bother them?" Wu Tian shook his head, but listening to his tone, it was clear that he was not dissatisfied, just very calm.

"Are you leaving? Leave these corpses to these good monks!" Tsurumi walked over and asked Wu Tian.

Wu Tian said: "I would like to go to Naduolin Temple to see him."

Tsurumi said: "It's just a monk temple, what's there to see?"

Wu Tian shook his head. Maybe there was nothing interesting to see. He was just a little curious about Duolin Temple because of Klin in the original work. Seeing Wu Tian insisting on leaving, Hejian sneered and said, "Come on, I have no intention of following you back to the mountain anyway! That's it, you and I will go our separate ways today, and you go back to your master Mountain, I will wander around the world!"

Wu Tian asked strangely: "Why don't you go back to the mountain?"

Tsurumi looked up at the sky and saw the rolling clouds and mists, and said: "Master, didn't he have a last wish? Of course I have to abide by his old man's last wish! What kind of martial arts can I promote by staying on Tai Dou Mountain! I want to travel all over the world to find hundreds of Ten talented people will come back in twenty or thirty years and beat you half to death! Only then can I get my anger out!"

"You are thinking too much." Wu Tian said lightly.

"Not much!" Tsurumi snorted coldly.

The two stood in silence for a moment, and Tsurumi finally shouted: "I'm going!" After that, they left. Looking up, he had flown high into the sky and gone far away in another direction.

Wu Tian looked at the horizon in silence for a long time, then turned to look at the dumbfounded monks on the ground, and said, "Masters, can you take me to meet the abbot of Duolin Temple?"

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