The strongest sniper king

Chapter 813 I really showed mercy
The tramp in ragged clothes is none other than Li An, who has been following Su Xiaomei for half a year.

In the past six months, it has been said that Su Xiaomei is the person who robbed the things of Buddhism. In the past six months, she has become a Buddhist thief.

Li An chased Su Xiaomei all the way back to China, and came to the border of Henan.

Shaolin Temple is a well-known orthodox Buddhist sect. Li An speculated that Su Xiaomei would definitely have an idea of ​​Shaolin Temple, so he rushed to Mount Song first.

In fact, Ang Li had come to Shaolin Temple as early as a week ago, but he just kept hiding.

Li An saw the scene of the island pigs provoking Shaolin three days ago. Today, seeing the island pigs attacking the eminent Shaolin monks, and the abbot of Shaolin was a bit pedantic.

"Monk, look at my clothes are rotten like this, if you really don't want that cassock, how about giving it to me?" Li An shouted to the abbot.

The abbot was quite surprised to see that Li An attacked the monks from the island country first. He saw that Li An was a master of martial arts, and now he heard Li An say that he wanted the kapok cassock in his hand, so he couldn't help but smiled wryly.

The island samurai was furious when he saw that the attacker was a beggar.

"Go and teach that guy a lesson!" the middle-aged warrior ordered to the skinny warrior.

This skinny samurai was the one who had just launched a sneak attack with a poison dart, and his name was Yamamoto Kihe.

When Li An saw that this guy was coming, he felt secretly happy, got up and stretched.

Yamamoto Muhe has the first level of Wu Zun's cultivation, seeing that Li An was a little overwhelmed at a young age, he returned the knife to the sheath and punched Li An.

Yamamoto used at least [-]% of his strength in this punch, trying to kill Li An in front of the Shaolin monks.

Unexpectedly, Yamamoto Kiga's fist hit Li An's body with a muffled sound, but Li An stood there motionless.

"Are you tickling Grandpa?" Li An sneered.

The middle-aged samurai thought that Yamamoto Kihe didn't exert his strength, so he shouted dissatisfiedly: "Yamamoto, what are you doing? Hurry up and get rid of that guy!"

"Yes!"

Yamamoto agreed, and hit Li An again with all his strength, this time with [-]% of his strength.

There was another muffled sound, and Li An stood there still motionless.

It's no wonder that Li An's body training technique is amazing, and Yamamoto Kihe's cultivation base can't hurt him at all.

"You hit me twice, should I pay it back?"

Li An raised his palm with a smile,
"I haven't used this pig slap in the face for two years, I just found a pig to practice my hands today."

Seeing that he failed to injure Li An with two consecutive blows, Yamamoto realized that the young man in front of him was a master.

Seeing Li An raising his hand, Yamamoto Kihe instinctively pulled back.

It's a pity that as soon as he moved, Li An's hand raised in the air fell on his face, and there was a crisp "pop", and Yamamoto Kiga rolled to the ground.

"Yamamoto, what are you doing?" The middle-aged samurai shouted angrily, thinking that Yamamoto Kihe slapped them in front of so many people to break their prestige.

Yamamoto Muhe was in pain and couldn't tell, even a few teeth were knocked out, and he swallowed blood into his stomach.

"asshole!"

Yamamoto Kihe yelled, jumped up from the ground, pulled out his samurai sword and slashed at Li An.

He thought very simply, since fists can't hurt you, what about knives?
"Snapped."

There was another crisp sound, and the other half of Yamamoto Muhe's face had five fingerprints on it, and he was slapped and rolled to the ground.

Only then did the middle-aged samurai realize that something was wrong, and immediately called the other four to go with him.

"Yamamoto, are you alright?"

Yamamoto Kiga struggled to get up from the ground and shook his head, his face was so swollen that he couldn't speak.

Li An blew on the palm of his hand and said, "Well, I haven't slapped a pig for two years, and the hand feels pretty good, but my hand is dirty, so I need to wash it well."

Yamamoto Kiga glanced at Li An's black hands that hadn't been washed for many days, and was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

What, are you saying my face is dirtier than your hands?

Several other island country warriors also screamed angrily, and drew their swords to cut at Li An.

These island country warriors are all Wu Zunjing, and the middle-aged warriors with the highest strength have reached the third level of Wu Zun.

If it were someone else, these island country pigs could still be arrogant, but what a pity they met today was Li An, who was even stronger.

"clap clap"

There were bursts of crisp sounds, and the island warriors holding samurai swords wanted to cry without tears. Everyone had two more slap marks on their faces, which were swollen like pig's heads.

Realizing that they were no match at all, the island warriors backed away one after another, and even wanted to seek the protection of Shaolin monks.

The Shaolin monks naturally didn't care about these warriors, but they were secretly happy, and everyone applauded Li An.

The abbot was still holding a kapok cassock in his hand, and the island monk got up from the ground and saw his own person being slapped, his face turned pale for a while.

"Who are you?" the island monk shouted.

"Pig butcher." Li An lazily replied.

Butcher?

The monk from the island country was slightly stunned, and immediately understood the meaning of Li An's words.

When Li An slapped the warriors before, he said he used the method of slapping pigs, and he was mocking them that the islanders are pigs.

Now it is said to be a pig killer, which means that they are going to kill them.

"Abbot, this is how your Shaolin Temple entertains guests, and you have to watch someone commit murder on your site?"

This monk from the island country is really shameless, even using words to criticize Abbot Shaolin.

"this."

The abbot of Shaolin pondered for a while, and still preached to Li An,
"Benefactor, this is the pure land of Buddhism, I hope you will be merciful."

pedantic.

Li An cursed secretly, but said with a smile on the surface: "Don't worry, don't worry. Since the master has spoken, then I have to sell the master to save face."

Seeing the success of the scheme, the monk from the island country smiled secretly, snorted at Li An, and then reached out to grab the kapok cassock again.

"Snapped."

Li An rushed over in a blink of an eye, raised his hand and slapped the monk from the island country.

"Master, I'm really merciful, it's because he is too careless." Li An turned back and said to the abbot.

The abbot smiled wryly and was speechless. Li An was not a monk of his Shaolin Temple, so he naturally had no right to intervene.

"Master, if you don't want this cassock, you can give it to me." Li An mentioned this problem again.

The abbot smiled wryly and remained silent. How could this cassock, which symbolizes the power of Buddhism, be casually given to others?

"Stingy." Li An scolded softly, then turned to walk towards the pigs in the island country, "I'm a little itchy today, let's practice a few more slaps on the pigs."

When the island warriors heard this, they instinctively covered their faces with their hands.

"what?"

Li An's expression changed, and he looked at the island monk who was struggling to get up from the ground.

(End of this chapter)