Need for a Guard

'Ksitigarbha' sensed San Mao's sneak attack, and slapped it out with another big golden hand.

The palm wind is strong, and the skill is not bad.

Without hesitation, San Mao wrapped her small hands like snakes around the wrist of the 'King of Tibet' and squeezed it hard, causing the wrist bones to shatter immediately. Taking advantage of the situation, he grabbed the throat of the 'King of Tibet', pinched and twisted, the throat bone was broken, and the throat pipe ruptured.

Ksitigarbha tilted his big golden head, and was killed by Sanmao with one move.

Sanmao's little hand scratched the face of the Ksitigarbha King, and a character mask and hood were grabbed off, revealing a monk's head impressively. [

And this monk is exactly the romantic monk who hides in the sedan chair of the Empress Dowager.

"Haha... Sure enough, I guessed it right."

Sanmao laughed loudly, not forgetting to keep Yanjing behind him, pointed at Daoji with his little hand, and said crisply: "Baldy donkey, I already knew that you had evil thoughts in your heart, haha... Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva actually got along with you." Arhats are mixed together, what kind of decent is this? Who the hell can't see the tricks?"

Although Yanjing didn't know martial arts, she felt extremely safe hiding behind Sanmao's thin body. She waved her fist and shouted at Daoji, "Vald donkey, how dare you kill me? You really deserve to die? You He will definitely go to the eighteenth floor of hell and suffer from the torture of King Yama."

"Oh, I hate it so much!"

Daoji was so angry that his face was ferocious, and he couldn't see the indifference and solemnity just now. From nowhere, he conjured up a pair of Zen sticks, banged on the floor, and said bitterly: "Grandma, I let him dress up as a Buddha, Don't pretend to be the Ksitigarbha King, but he will not listen, hmph...you deserve to die."

San Mao laughed loudly, pinched his waist, and said, "Old bald donkey, do you think I won't be able to recognize this 'Ksitigarbha' dressed up as a Buddha? Fart, let me tell you, the first time you enter the door is me." Seeing the golden body of Arhat, I knew they were dressed up by humans. This trap has been "exposed" long ago. It's ridiculous that you think the trick is so superb, bald donkey, how stupid do you think you are? Haha... stupid ass , What a donkey..."

San Mao was born in the Yandang family, and what he is best at is the technique of disguise.

You Lan's ability to disguise herself is second to none in the world, and San Mao has naturally learned nine points of it.

All kinds of disguise techniques are almost invisible in San Mao's eyes. He only needs to take a casual look to know whether this person has disguised or not.

When these monks met San Mao, they really played a big knife in front of Guan Gong and asked for trouble.

Moreover, even if San Mao is not proficient in the art of disguise, these fake arhats cannot escape San Mao's inspection.

Why?

You must know that San Mao is an old monster with 80 years of skill, and his ability to listen to the wind and distinguish shapes is more delicate.

People always have to breathe, no matter how lightly they breathe, they still have to breathe.

Except for those who have undergone special training on breathing, or are truly peerless masters, it is impossible for the sound of their breathing to escape San Mao's ears at such a close distance.

No matter how to analyze it, it is really pitiful that these "arhats" met Sanmao.

"Haha... little 'hairy' boy, so what if you find out?"

Monk Daoji shifted his body, shook his body, and stood under the Buddha table, looking at Sanmao and Yanjing with a cold face, "Today, when you entered the temple gate, you were surrounded by layers of siege. If you want to get out alive, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky, brothers, rush up and send them to hell to meet the king of Tibet!" [

Those golden monks rushed to the high platform with swords, guns and sticks in their hands.

Sanmao let out a loud roar, his sharp voice shook the heavens, and spread out shakingly. Seeing the monks surrounded by heaven and earth, he laughed. The bamboo pole in his hand has the advantage of length, and he used it as a gun. With a flick, a brilliant gunshot came out of his wrist.

Hearing the muffled sound of puff puff, four or five golden monks were pierced through the chest by bamboo poles, blood was flying, and they were stabbed to death with one blow.

"Boy, that's amazing!"

Dao Ji was very surprised. According to the news he received, San Mao was just a young eunuch with a stinking taste, his skills were so-so, and he could not achieve high level or low level.

However, when I saw her today, I realized that those gossips were bullshit.

This kid is amazing, with great skills, and the most terrible thing is that his vigilance is so high that he has exposed the monk's trick of turning himself into an arhat.

Monk Daoji swiped his Zen stick, and stored ten thousand catties of energy.

The bamboo pole collided with the Zen staff, and the bamboo pole was instantly shattered, and the Zen staff continued to sweep over.

"Good come!"

San Mao was not afraid at all, and grabbed the powerful body with his small hands, but there was a lot of power hidden in the Zen staff, and San Mao's tiger's mouth burst due to the shock, bleeding came out.

Daoji laughed triumphantly, shook his Zen stick, and stabbed at Yan Jing behind San Mao.

"drink!"

At the critical moment, Sanmao had exhausted all his strength and transported all his strength to the palm of his hand. Enduring the torrent of water in his body and the pain of the tiger's mouth being ruptured, he firmly grasped the Zen staff.

The Zen staff trembled violently, sliding half a foot in San Mao's palm, finally stopped by San Mao's super strong palm force, the sharp edge on the head of the Zen staff shook half a foot in front of Yan Jing, only to let Yan Jing I was so scared that I almost "pissed" my pants, but I still held on.

"how is this possible?"

Monk Daoji was completely stunned. The stick just now was extremely powerful. As soon as he moved forward, how could this little eunuch be caught?

Natural power?

Even if he practiced in the womb of his mother, he wouldn't have such abnormal strength, would he?This... this is unbelievable.

"Old bald donkey, go to hell."

Sanmao held the Zen stick in one hand, and patted Monk Daoji's chest with the other hand.

If Monk Daoji wanted to dodge, he would throw away his Zen staff, but he was reluctant to part with it, and he felt overwhelmed in his heart: "Grandma", "Grandma", fight hard, and if you have enough skill, you will also go out with one palm, and you want to compete with San Mao in terms of internal strength. Seeing the outcome - he doesn't believe it, his 60 years of skill can't beat a little kid. [

Dodge really can't fight.

boom!

One big, one small, just as the two hands touched, a huge airflow formed a vortex, and a thunderous sound suddenly sounded, roaring like a thunderbolt.

boom!

All those monks were so shocked that their brains were buzzing, and some monks were not strong enough, so their ears were bleeding.

The figures suddenly merged and separated.

Monk Daoji's steady figure was like a catfish, he was so shaken that he flew a foot away and landed with a plop.

Several monks hurriedly helped Monk Daoji up

Daoji was so suppressed that his face was all purple, he pointed at San Mao, and said intermittently: "You...who are you? Good...so amazing...I...I don't accept it"

A mouthful of blood gushed out!

After saying this, he crooked his body and died.

"It's dead... Protector Jinlan is dead... Protector Jinlan is actually dead..." The monks were in a mess, their expressions were extremely panicked, as if the sky had fallen.

Yan Jing looked shocked: "Monk Daoji is actually the guardian of Jinlan? Haha... Sanmao, you are so powerful, you actually killed the guardian of Jinlan, haha, Sanmao, you are so good, you are really good!" marvelous."

San Mao's face was purple, and he said in surprise: "Guardian Jinlan? Guardian Jinlan is...who is it? Is...very powerful?"

Yan Jing said: "Guardian Jinlan is the fourth disciple of the Mongol King Golden Staff, do you think they are powerful?"

"My day!"

San Mao was so startled that he swears, and when his expression was astonished, he could no longer restrain the blood in his body surging, a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, and his thin and small body was shaking.

"San Mao, you can't die!"

Yan Jing hugged San Mao and cried loudly. This time, he was so scared that he peed his pants.

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