Chapter 1550

Name:Medicinal Immortal Author:Feng Jiong
"Poof!"

The man was beaten and snorted, and his mouth overflowed with blood. However, the sword in his hand flew to the sky because of the blow. When it fell, it was a sword that stabbed the man's chest and killed him.

"Well!"

Seeing this scene, the head of the man in black flashed a trace of fear in his eyes, and closed his sword and said, "master, we have no intention of offending. We are just ordered to pursue the target. Since they have left from the back door, we will not disturb them."

Then he turned to drink to the man in black behind him: "go!" As soon as the voice fell, he quickly took people away, ready to go after the two people who left from the back door.

However, no one thought that the two people who left from the back door turned back and hid behind quietly. When the old monk and the old man came back, they saw that they were still here, and their eyebrows were all wrinkled.

"Why are you still here?" The old monk looked at them displeased.

"Master, please let us avoid it! If we go out now, we will die. " The middle-aged man covered the wound and said.

"Master, I was wrong. I apologize to you." He knelt down and kowtowed to the old monk.

The old monk stepped away from me and said, "don't kneel down on me, monk, I can't stand it. You just have to go."

Hearing this, the man in royal clothes stood up with his teeth clenched, and said with hatred: "what monk is so desperate to see death! Dad, let's go. Don't ask him! " Then he pulled his father forward quickly.

The old sweeper looked at the old monk and asked, "master, do you drive them away? Can they live? "

The old monk touched his head and said, "those people are going to block them from the back. If there are no people behind, they will come back again. If they stay here, there is only a dead end. They can still have a chance to live. Forget about the irrelevant ones. Come on, let's drink." Then he asked him to sit down and continue to eat.

"How can you not explain your kindness to others?" The old sweeper shook his head, thinking that his temper was strange.

"Hey hey, who is not mine? Why do you care what he thinks of monk me?" The old monk said with a smile and sipped his wine. He heard a scream coming from the front. He quickly put down his glass and got up to see it.

When they came to the front, they saw the man in royal clothes fell outside the temple and screamed repeatedly. It seemed that he had broken a hand and a leg. He fell to the ground and couldn't get up after half a sound. His father stood in front of the huge censer as if he had been hit by something. The whole man also stayed there for a long time and didn't get a glimpse of God.

Looking at this scene, the old monk asked Tang Ning, "what's the matter?"

In the body of gold, Downing snorted: "that smelly boy said that if he didn't come here to have a look, he wouldn't be chased on the stall. He even wanted to pee here to vent his anger. I'd better not kill him."

When the old monk heard this, he immediately glared at his eyes: "this bastard who killed thousands of knives! How dare you be so presumptuous! Kill him! yes! Kill him

As soon as he got angry, the old monk came out angrily and wanted to step on the man in royal clothes who screamed on the ground, but he was held by the old man sweeping the floor.

"Master, master, calm down, what are you going to do?" The old sweeper was busy pulling him, so he was afraid that he would do something on impulse. After all, he had been with him for so long, but he knew that the old monk had great skills!