This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Dongfang Fu was shocked. The monk immediately took action as soon as he disagreed. If he was a hot-tempered person, it was not necessarily true. Judging from the previous questions and answers, the monk was obviously not such an irrational person.

If his guess is correct, I'm afraid the question is false and the monk's real purpose is him.

Seeing that the monk showed no mercy, Dongfang Fu drew out his sword decisively. He pulled the stupid waiter to the side, and at the same time he jumped downstairs. When he fell, he sent the sword away with his backhand. Go, the edge of the sword turned into a stream of light and hit the purple gold wheel of light.

Boom——!

Just hearing a burst of explosions, the entire staircase of the inn was shattered into debris by this overbearing force. The sword light was shattered, and in the smoke and dust, golden and purple Buddhist scriptures were slowly seen like clouds and rain. Ascend.

"The evil will be punished!"

A loud shout came from the smoke, and then the monk jumped out, his legs fell down, and two big holes were made on the floor. His horse was walking steadily, his hands were clasped together, and the purple and gold Buddha sculptures were filled with countless streams of light. They all shot towards the east.

Dongfang Fu made a move with his right hand, and the sword soared into the sky, tracing an elegant trajectory in the air, and turned into a flying light and fell into his hand. Then he swung the sword out, holding the sword secret with both hands, and the sword was in front of him. It spins like a turntable, causing all the golden light to return in vain.

The monk shouted angrily, and the purple and gold light around his body shone brightly. Two streaks of light wrapped around his arms, like iron armor. He ran like a mad cow, plowing out two marks on the ground.

"drink!"

The monk punched out two fists, and the terrifying force rubbed the air. It was as if he could see a ball of fire burning on the fists. With the harsh sound of tearing wind, the condensed fists slammed into the sword.

Under the tremendous force, the sword was like a small boat in a storm. The explosive air flow swept across all directions, and the sword flew away directly. It turned into a dim light and was inserted diagonally on the door frame of the inn.

Dongfang Fu's eyes darkened, but he was not obsessed with the sword. Instead, he removed the sword technique, turned his hands into palms, and used the method of overcoming strength with softness to quickly hit the stiff arm several times.

The monk let out a muffled sound. At this moment, his arms seemed to be wrapped in a thousand layers of weight, making him move like he was carrying a mountain, which was extremely difficult.

But he actually forcibly broke the blockage of his inner strength, roared, and used his two stiff arms as sticks, and hit Dongfang Fu with one hammer after another. The latter had dexterous footwork and dodged the two punches. But he still couldn't avoid the third punch.

Dongfang Fu secretly thought that something was wrong, and quickly crossed his arms to resist. A terrible force hit his hand, as if his arm had been run over by a carriage, and he lost consciousness in an instant.

Vomiting a stream of blood from his mouth, Dongfang Fu stepped back. It seemed that he was at a disadvantage in this battle, but the monk's condition was not good either.

The opponent's acupuncture points were sealed by him, but the forceful breakthrough only caused internal injuries. At this time, the veins on his arms were irregularly protruding, and his arms were green and black. He himself was also as if he was at the end of a crossbow, unable to move.

Dongfang regained his breath. Seeing that it was difficult for the other party to do anything, he planned to sit down and adjust his breath before asking questions. Unexpectedly, the monk was a lunatic. The other party ignored the internal injuries and forcefully waved his arms to hit him again.

"Oops!"

Dongfang Fu didn't expect that the other party would kill him even though he was seriously injured. He didn't react for a moment, and saw that the fist was about to land on the door. In the flash of lightning, the door of the inn behind him was pushed open with a bang, and a dark sound Yinmang flew in with a bang.

The black mark was like a heavy hammer, hitting the monk's chest, making him fly backwards like a cannonball, knocking over the counter in the corner, and the whole person was embedded in the wall of the inn in a large font.

"cough!"

The monk suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. He stared at the open door of the inn. The fine snow whizzed in, and a faint figure was looming in the white world.

"Witch, you."

The monk stared with a pair of unblinking eyes, and finally there was no movement.

Dongfang Fu stood up in shock and turned to look outside the inn. Some footprints were left on the snow, which were soon covered up by the flying snow.

"Who is it?" Dongfang Fu said to himself. He took back the sword. This time he cautiously approached the monk. After confirming that the monk was really not breathing, he put the sword into its sheath.

The noise of the fight finally woke up the guests in the inn, but when they saw the mess in the lobby, everyone invariably kept their mouths shut.

Only a cursing old man complained: "It's these stinky monks from other countries again."

Dongfang Fu's eyes lit up, and he quickly caught up with the man and asked, "Senior, do you know the origins of these monks?"

The old man's beard has turned gray and he is already an elderly man. There is nothing wrong with Dongfang calling him "senior".

Seeing a young Taoist blocking the road, the old man waved his hands angrily: "The old man and Niubi have nothing to say, get out of here, get out of here."

After saying that, he pushed Dongfang Fu who was blocking the way and turned around and entered the room. The guests who were watching the excitement quickly went back to have a rest. Dongfang Fu looked at the old man's closed door, thoughtfully.

One night passed, and early the next morning, the old man's door was knocked on. He still had a look of complaint on his face, and he cursed and looked at the eager waiter: "What are you doing? The old man doesn't owe you any rent."

"What did you say, sir? I'm here to bring you breakfast." As he said that, the waiter hurriedly called a few helpers behind him and brought the delicious dishes into the room.

The other guests who were passing by were surprised. The old man was dressed in rags, and he chose the cheapest accommodation and food. If he hadn't paid, everyone would have thought he was a beggar, but they didn't expect that this man was so wealthy. Don't judge by appearance.

"Be courteous for nothing."

The old man muttered, but did not reject the delicacies. Instead, he ate and munched without caring. His actions were so rude that the waiter's eyes twitched when he saw the way he ate like a starving ghost reincarnated.

After eating and drinking, the old man burped, and then asked: "Did Niubi ask you to deliver these things yesterday?" The waiter nodded repeatedly: "They were delivered by the Taoist priest yesterday."

"Humph, a Taoist priest from the Qingcheng Sect."

The old man wiped his mouth and said: "Go and tell him that the monk yesterday really came for him, but there is no need to worry. Those Fanbang monks are just a few old dogs lingering on, so there is no need to worry."

"Okay." The waiter nodded and bowed. The movement yesterday scared him so much that he was still frightened now. What on earth did this old man come from to speak so loudly?

Unfortunately, after the old man finished speaking, he went back to bed and snored loudly after a while. The waiter had no choice but to retreat out of curiosity and relayed these words to Dongfang Fu.

After Dongfang thanked the waiter again, his doubts deepened. He wanted to ask, but the door to the other party's room was closed and he couldn't force his way in. In desperation, he had to put the matter down for now.

During the day, he walked around the streets and bought some things, but there was still no news about Miss A Lan. Dongfang Fu sighed. It seemed that the trouble he was talking about was not the monk yesterday.

Thinking about it, if there were just a few monks, with Miss Alan's identity and martial arts skills, it would be easy to get rid of them, so why bother to let him take action.

Dongfang continued to ponder until dark, still unable to figure it out, but his stomach refused, so he had to eat first. After ordering some food, he suddenly saw an uninvited old man coming across the table.

"Senior." Dongfang Fu quickly stood up and saluted.

"Where do all these rules come from," the old man complained, and suddenly his eyes lit up when he looked at the table: "Hey, you have hooves, I didn't expect you to be quite good at eating with a cow's nose."

After saying that, the old man picked up the hoof and gnawed it politely, and ordered a bottle of wine. Naturally, this was charged to Dongfang Fu's account, but the latter just smiled and said: "Senior, please use it. "

There were two people, one old and the other young. One was eating like a wild boar, while the other was eating slowly and leisurely. This was quite a strange sight and made the other guests look askance at them.

After eating, the old man lay down on the table and fell asleep. The words Dongfang Fu wanted to speak were choked back in his throat, so he had to call the waiter to help send the old man back to the room.

The old man didn't look heavy, but he was actually quite meaty. After carrying the other party back to the bed, the waiter was too tired to speak. Dongfang Fu gave the other party some reward money, then turned and left.

And just as he was about to leave, the snoring on the bed stopped.

"Boy, the old man has eaten you for two meals. If you don't show any sign at all, I'm afraid you will whisper about the old man behind his back. I will give you a word today, which can save your life." The old man was lying on the couch, facing inward. Sideways, he said without looking back.

Dongfang Fu was startled, and quickly turned around and bowed: "Senior, please speak."

"Go back to Qingcheng Mountain. Old Taoist Yushu doesn't know how to teach his disciples, but his martial arts are still top-notch. With him protecting you, you won't lose your life." The old man said calmly.

Dongfang Fu was not surprised that the other party could see his origin, it was strange that he couldn't.

He was silent for a long time, then saluted and said: "Senior, I understand my kindness, but I have something I must do when I go down the mountain this time."

"Your life is gone. No matter how many things you have, you can't do anything." The old man said in a more serious tone: "Go back to Qingcheng Mountain. There are more than two families who want your life in this place. What can the old man do?" I’ll save you once, but only this time.”

Dongfang Fu said seriously: "Thank you, senior, for your advice, but I cannot go back."

"Hmph! Stubborn!"

The old man turned over and jumped up and squatted on the bed. His face, which was full of alcohol, was filled with murderous intent. He was holding a bamboo stick in his hand, and he struck directly towards the east as he spoke.

"Rather than asking others to catch you and torture you, why don't the old man give you a quick slap?" The old man hit you with a stick, with the force of a tiger descending a mountain. Dongfang Fu felt as if a big mountain was standing in front of him, and the overbearing pressure screamed He couldn't even move a finger and could only watch the stick fall.

At this moment, another familiar scene was repeated in front of Dongfang Fu. He saw a black mark flying over and hitting the old man, making him vomit blood and fly backwards. Even the stick in his hand was deflected and fell. At Dongfang Fu's feet, most of the second floor floor of the entire inn collapsed.

The crackling sound was like firecrackers, and the huge inn trembled suddenly. Dongfang Compound Eyes saw that the inn was about to collapse, and he quickly turned over and jumped onto the roof. He saw that the old man had also escaped, and there was another mysterious person who appeared together. woman.

The woman walked slowly with lotus steps. She wore a black robe that fluttered gently in the wind and snow. On her jade-like neck, there was a beautiful face as cold as frost, especially her cold bright eyes, which seemed to have no trace of anything. The temperature is average, but just being watched makes people feel suffocated.

Dongfang Fu didn't dare to breathe. He looked at the strange woman and held his breath. He only heard the old man on the other side yelling angrily: "Witch! You really showed up! Today the old man will go up and down for the Beggar Clan——"

Boom!

The woman swung her sleeves and robe, and two black marks flew out one after another, mixing into a purple evil sun that rose in the air. In the blink of an eye, it exploded and turned into countless dark stardust, drowning the old man in an instant.

The thunderous roar gradually subsided, the black clouds drifted away, and the old man fell into a pool of blood. The woman looked down and looked away.

"Wait, are you?" Seeing that the woman was about to leave, Dongfang Fu said hurriedly.

The woman stopped, but did not look back. She just said in an indifferent tone: "That man is the former elder of the Beggar Clan. He comes from the Dirty Clothes Sect. The person you hate the most is Lu Shiqi. Your senior brother and Lu Shiqi Make good friends, everyone in the world knows about this, and when you come here, everyone in the world who wants to kill you will also come."

After saying that, the woman paused for a moment and then said, "Go back."

Then, she took a step forward, and her figure quickly disappeared into the night, leaving Dongfang Fu alone in thought.