The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 175 The Death of Xiahou
Xiahou watched Daoran walking towards him with a calm expression, at most he was a little unwilling, but he was not as hysterical and crazy as Daoran expected, much better than Zhou Yuan, a cultivator.

"It seems that you, Xia Qianhu, have already realized something." Daoran said to Xia Hou.

"Hehe, it's just a matter of death. From the time I left Kunlun, I knew that I would live in the shadow of you practitioners for the rest of my life. After all, mortals can't compete with practitioners. I have nothing to complain about if I lose to you." of.

"It's just that from today onwards, you and the Kunlun faction have become enemies, and you have turned against the court. In a karmic cycle, even if you monk Daoran is a practitioner, what will happen in the future?" Xiahou said to Daoran with a sneer.

Dao Ran is a bit strange, why does this person have the expression of "beating the world with his body"?

Daoran asked: "A practitioner has a way of a practitioner, and ordinary people have a way of life. Where does this desire to compare for no reason come from?"

"Hmph, you are a practitioner. You can become an immortal and live forever. Of course you can say that. If you don't believe me, ask him." Xiahou pointed at Zuo Wanli and asked, "Zuo Wanli, do you want to become a cultivator?" Or, do you want martial arts to break through the limits of mortals, do you want to live forever?!"

"This..." Zuo Wanli hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't know how to answer.

Xiahou thought that he was talking about Wanli's thoughts, so he said disdainfully: "Others say you are upright, why, you have become this little monk's dog, and you don't even dare to speak out what you think in your heart?"

The scene became quiet and awkward, even Zhou Yuan, who had just broken his defense, looked at Xia Hou with strange eyes.

Sensing that the atmosphere was a little off, Xiahou frowned, and said stiffly, "Why, am I wrong? Which mortal doesn't want to become a fairy?"

Zhou Yuan was hit hard just now, and his Dao heart was damaged, so he couldn't help but cursed: "Idiot, are you blind, this person is also a practitioner!"

When Xiahou heard this, his eyes widened.

"Impossible?!" Xiahou growled.

Zuo Wanli has suppressed him for almost ten years, his martial arts are higher than him, and his official position is higher than him. The only thing Xia Hou can be proud of is that he has studied art in Kunlun and seen the world beyond the ordinary.In Xiahou's view, Zuo Wanli, who can only wield a knife, is like a frog at the bottom of a well, but he has already seen the real sky at the mouth of the well anyway.

As a result, tell him now that the frog in the well that he looked down on once flew into the sky and became an eagle?
"Is this true?! Have you really become a practitioner?" Xiahou asked Zuo Wanli.

Zuo Wanli couldn't bear to see him like this, but he couldn't lie about the fact that everyone knew, so he could only reply: "Thanks to Master Daoran for helping me, not only restored my crippled hands, but also Let me embark on the path of practice."

"He will help you? Are you kidding me? Human aptitude is innate, and there are very few people who become enlightened. You and I have exercised our muscles and bones to the extreme, and our will is far beyond ordinary people, but if we can't take that step, we can't take it. There is nowhere We just can't feel the absent aura, it's like a natural cage, how can we know the beauty of the piano sound?!" Xia Hou said excitedly.

Back then he was studying art in Kunlun, he was definitely one of the most assiduous ones, but he had seen all kinds of magical spells, but he was like a blind man touching an elephant, unable to understand the true meaning at all.

If he hadn't seen all this, Xiahou might be able to bear his ordinaryness, but once he had seen this power beyond the ordinary, this mere martial art would become nothing to mention.

Therefore, Xiahou made up his mind to climb up by any means.

To be an ordinary person and live a stable life?It would be better to die vigorously. If you can't become a fairy and become an ancestor, you have to leave your name in history.

However, I was prepared to give up my life for this, but in the end he was still inferior to Zuo Wanli. He did nothing, sacrificed nothing, and suddenly became a practitioner, achieving Xiahou's highest pursuit in his life.

How is this possible, this is not in line with common sense at all!
Zuo Wanli didn't explain, and when he loosened his right hand, the long knife fell, but before the blade hit the ground, a strange force suspended the long knife in the air, and then the blade rose little by little, and finally returned to Zuo Wanli's hand .

This simple action made Zuo Wanli's breath a little disordered.The little magic power that has just been cultivated has been exhausted just by doing such insignificant things.

But the effect of Qi Yudao is enough to prove everything.

There is no martial art that can achieve such a result that violates common sense, only spells can.

Xia Hou's blue veins were all exposed, he stared at Zuo Wanli's knife, as if he wanted to melt it with his eyes.At this moment, everyone felt that Xiahou was going crazy, and it seemed reasonable if he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed nonsense.

But Xiahou was not crazy, he suddenly flew towards Daoran.

Daoran kept staring at Xiahou's movements, saw him jumping towards him, looking like he was about to die together, and was about to hit him with palm thunder, but suddenly found that Xiahou's body was getting shorter.

Daoran thought he was going to sneak attack on his lower body, and was about to kick him, but he heard a plop, and Xiahou fell on his knees in front of him.

"Holy monk Daoran, please be merciful and let me become a practitioner too. I, Xiahou, am willing to be an ox or a horse for you. I just ask you, holy monk, to give me a chance to become enlightened! Please, I want to practice too. , I also want to live forever, I beg you, holy monk, to be merciful..."

While talking, Xiahou slammed his head hard on the ground.

Boom, boom, every stroke is so hard, just listening to it makes my head hurt.

Daoran looked at Xiahou who was kneeling in front of him, kowtowing his head constantly.This person looked like a madman, and he didn't care that there were many spectators around him, he just knocked his head until his blood was mutilated, and kept begging Daoran to give him a chance.

Daoran's originally thought-out mocking words were a bit hard to say, but Xiahou's embarrassed appearance at this time made him feel a little bit emotional.Of course, if I hadn't been picked up by Fahai, maybe it would be worse than him.

Before Daoran could answer, a sword light flashed by, Xiahou's head lost its support, rolled down like a ball, and rolled to Daoran's feet.

"Trash, disgrace our Kunlun faction!" Zhou Yuan said disdainfully.

Daoran glanced at Xiahou's unwilling expression, then looked at the distorted Zhou Yuan, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, it is because of people like you that practitioners are misunderstood by ordinary people."

Zhou Yuan looked at Daoran with vigilance, and asked sternly, "What do you want to do?! My Kunlun faction is..."

Before he finished speaking, Dao Ran waved his long sleeve vigorously, and a dark red swift shadow flew out, shooting towards Zhou Yuan.Zhou Yuan dodged in a hurry. Although he avoided the vital point, he was still stabbed in the shoulder.

Only now did Zhou Yuan see clearly that the red Xunying was a three-pronged fork full of bloody aura.Zhou Yuan was very knowledgeable, and recognized at a glance that the three-pronged fork was a magic weapon, and it was by no means comparable to ordinary magic weapons.

Daoran is just a monk, where can he get such a wicked magic weapon?
After the three-pronged fork pierced Zhou Yuan's shoulder, it turned into a blood-colored mist and quickly dissipated, as if it had never existed, not even leaving a wound.Zhou Yuan was full of doubts at the beginning, how could this magic weapon look good but not useful, but soon, he felt a suffocating bloody aura wrapping him.

Everything in front of him turned blood red, and stinky blood gushed out of his body, submerging himself again.An inhuman scream came out of Zhou Yuan's mouth, and the indescribable severe pain made him want to roar out all his internal organs.

Dao Ran looked at Zhou Yuan who kept rolling on the ground, and said calmly, "Benefactor Zhou, who is the one who is embarrassing the Kunlun faction now?"

　There is another chapter after twelve o'clock
　　
　
(End of this chapter)