Chapter 123: Powerful ascetic monk

"Yes Master."

The male disciple got up and went to Changde, and asked if Zhang Yifeng had a pos machine.

Zhang Yifeng said no. The man took out his cell phone again and asked for Zhang Yifeng's card number, and then directly transferred the money to Zhang Yifeng on the web.

Zhang Yifeng checked his account and then smiled.

"Boy, give me the beads."

The money was also transferred, just waiting for Zhang Yifeng to hand over the beads.

But Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said: "Let it be with me first. You have your life to survive, and then take it with me."

"Boy...you are looking for death."

The male disciple's face became cold, and Zhang Yifeng actually dared to play with them.

Zhang Yifeng ignored the angry male disciple, but turned to Jueyuan and said, "The master still doesn't make a move?"

As soon as the voice fell, Jueyuan's eyes suddenly widened, it seemed that the sleeping Arhat suddenly became sober, he chanted the Buddha seal, and his inner strength suddenly burst out!

boom!

With a soft sound, all the stone tables and chairs around Jueyuan were lifted off, and a storm formed by internal force appeared around it.

The storm is like a dragon, flying sand and rocks, and the momentum is terrifying.

The storm rolled up the dust and formed a huge Buddha palm.

The palm of the Buddha fell from the sky and landed in front of Zhang Yifeng.

boom!

There was a loud noise, bright red blood splashed everywhere, and the smell of blood was permeated in the air.

A huge slap mark appeared under Zhang Yifeng's feet. In the mark, there was an extra corpse, which naturally belonged to a male disciple.

His body was in tatters and was almost slapped into pieces by Jueyuan.

Quiet, the scene was quieter than ever before. At this moment, all the warriors could not help kneeling on the ground, including Old Qi!

Just now, Jueyuan's momentum was like an angry fighting sacred Buddha. The terrifying coercion made the legs of all weak people weak.

At that moment, Jueyuan was like a Buddha coming! Although his body is thin and weak, it seems that he is malnourished, but at that moment, he has the supreme power.

This is the ascetic monk of Nanlin Temple.

The practice of ascetic monks is the hardest among all monks. They often endure hunger, letting the wind blow the sun and the rain forest.

For example, lying on a bed full of nails, walking on hot charcoal, etc., etc., they use this to exercise patience and practice Buddha mind.

Ascetic monks can't live in temples, don't wear robes, ragged clothes, and walk around the world with a pair of shoes.

Jueyuan's practice-Fa Gang is masculine and righteous. At first glance, he knows that it comes from the orthodox Buddhism and is an orthodox ascetic monk.

"There was a huge slap just now. Is that true anger?"

"Oh my god, what is the cultivation base of this monk, master!?"

The martial artist was shocked, and now he couldn't recover.

Madman Wu, can skillfully control the internal force, the internal force is invisible, it is easy to kill with flying leaves and kill people in the air. And the master above the madman, transforms internal strength into true qi, and cultivates the corresponding martial arts-method, zhen qi can show the corresponding shape.

In fact, Zhen Qi has completely belonged to the category of Reiki.

This is the so-called same destination by different routes.

"I'll go, trust me so."

Zhang Yifeng looked at the huge slap prints on the ground and shook his head slightly. He was the closest to the slap. The slap fell just now, and the terrifying shock wave flew into the sand and rocks. The feeling of a stone hitting him was not at all uncomfortable. But Jueyuan seemed to believe that he could resist the shock wave, and that's why he made such unscrupulous attacks.

This monk is indeed not simple.

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell."

After killing the male disciple, Jueyuan folded his hands together and said something. For Buddhism, murder is to go to hell, so if he doesn't go to hell, whoever goes to hell.

"Bald donkey! Do you dare to kill my disciple."

On the side, Du Lao's expression was ugly to the extreme, and Jue Yuan's strength was beyond everyone's expectations. He rolled his eyes, then took out a small package from his arms and threw it into the air.

The package was filled with white powder and dispersed with the wind. The warriors who were covered by the white powder fell to the ground at that time. They were bluish and purple. In severe cases, they vomited foam at the mouth and kept twitching. It was obvious that they would not live long.

"Not good, toxic! Don't touch the powder, go back."

The others were shocked and backed off quickly.

"Giggle, I just think about going back now, it's too late." The female apprentice Xiaohong's voice came. She didn't know when she was holding a rouge box in her hand. The box opened, and there was a fragrance floating out.

Those who retreated only felt weak in their limbs and all lay on the ground. Zhang Yifeng first noticed that the mixed poison had attacked, and the rouge smell was made from another herbal medicine.

"All of you will be buried with my corpse brother, but rest assured, you can't die now, you just have lost your strength. It is this bald donkey who should die now, who actually killed my favorite brother. Bald donkey, maybe this bit of poison It can't help you, but this is just the beginning."

Xiao Hong's expression became extremely cruel, she threw five packets of poison powder toward Jueyuan, each with a different color.

The strange thing is that the five kinds of poison powder mixed with each other, and they actually formed a grimace.

Five poisons, evil spirits!

The five poisons complement each other. The poisoned person will ulcerate the whole body and die without a whole body.

Jueyuan was wrapped in poisonous powder and couldn't even see the shadow.

"It's terrible poison."

"Is the monk dead? It's impossible for him to die. We're all over if he dies."

The warriors can't move, they can only hope in Jueyuan.

"Amitabha."

Just when everyone was worried, Jueyuan sighed in the poisonous mist.

Then, another Buddha slap stretched out from the poisonous mist, fell from the sky, and slapped on Xiao Hong's head.

"Master save..."

Xiaohong was so frightened that she hurriedly called for help, but she didn't even say my word, and she was slapped to death by Jueyuan.

This poisonous lady also died miserably.

Although Jueyuan is a monk, his shots are quite cruel and decisive.

Killing Xiao Hong, a tornado storm formed around Jueyuan again, and the poisonous powder mixed around him was rolled into the air, and it kept spinning above his head.

Jue Yuan was at least a Martial Madman, and possibly even a master. Whether he was a Martial Madman or a master, his inner strength and true qi could be separated from his body. These poisonous powder and poisonous gas could not get close to his body.

"Good kindness, benefactor, hand over the antidote."

Jueyuan looked at Du Lao with a flat voice.

Old Du stared at Jueyuan. At this moment, he was sure that Jueyuan came here because of the three masters and apprentices. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Jueyuan to participate in this level of exchange meeting. The other party sold Buddhist beads, just trying to attract them.

Old Du's expression changed several times. Facing the powerful Jueyuan, he was unable to resist. In the end, he gritted his teeth and said: "Everyone said that the family is compassionate. I will give you the antidote. Will you let me go?"

Jueyuan nodded and said, "If you really intend to do good, my Buddha will naturally give you a chance. Now give me the antidote."