Chapter 33

He put things into his arms, and after saluting him with a fist, he quickly fled the place.

Tang Ning, dozens of meters away, squinted and showed a sly look on his face. She immediately came down from the tree and quietly went to the other side.

The girl who followed her all the time saw her, and she also quickly followed.

But the two fierce beasts roared and bit at the old man. In their eyes, this human is the one they want to kill most.

The man with a sword was injured, and his speed was not too fast. He kept an eye on the movement around him from time to time to prevent a fierce beast from rushing out suddenly.

All the way straight, as far away from the cave as possible, but the farther away from the cave, he felt more and more uneasy. It was like someone was staring at him in the dark. He could look around, but he didn't see a human figure.

Because of the hurry of the pace and the bleeding of the wound, his breath was disordered and his physical strength was not enough. When I stopped to have a rest and bandaged the wound, I was surprised by the person who suddenly appeared in front of me.

"It's you!"

The voice of disbelief was filled with disbelief. How he thought, he didn't think that the little monk was still alive!

"Hehe, you are all right!"

Tang Ning looked at the swordsman with a smile, glancing at the wound on his body and smiling happily: "just, why do you look embarrassed?"

The swordsman stares at the young monk in front of him, and his face suddenly becomes gloomy. Compared with the embarrassment that he is seriously injured now, the little monk has no wound, especially the happy smile on his face. In his opinion, it is the ridicule of red fruit!

"Why didn't you die?"

In his mind, the little monk should have been buried in the animal's belly and died under the mouth of the animal at the moment when he jumped down by himself. But now, he is still standing in front of him.

Being able to survive in such a situation, it can be seen that the little monk is not as simple as his appearance looks!

Thinking of this, he instinctively stepped back a step, made a defensive posture, warily asked: "what do you want to do!"

"There's no gate to hell. I can't get in!" She said with a smile, reached out and touched her bald head, and said: "although I can't get in, but I can send you in."

As soon as the voice fell, the smile on her face disappeared, and her figure was swept out quickly. The dagger in her hand was accompanied by a sharp air blade in the air with her quick hand.

"Sonorous!"

The swordsman immediately raised his sword. When the weapons collided, a clear voice came out. He was shocked by the murderous spirit of the little monk, but also by his fierce attack and extremely fast body method.

Different from the body method he has seen before, this body method and attack are rare. If it is not seen by his own eyes, it is hard to believe that it would be a young monk who eats a fast and chants Buddhism!

"Hiss!"

The swordsman gasped and screamed. He saw that his arm, which had been scratched by the fierce beast, was once again slashed by the little monk. The pain made his hands shaking.

"So you know, my head can't be touched by anyone!" Downing snorted and came forward again.

At this time, neither Downing, nor the man, nor the girl who was hiding in the distance, did not find that there was another person watching in the dark besides the three of them