unscrupulous veterinarian

Unscrupulous Veterinarian Chapter 310: Patriarch, stop

patriarch, stop

"Whoever dares to act wildly in my Shaolin inner hall, I really don't know whether to live or die. My Buddha is merciful, monks don't fight with the benefactor, 49 soldiers are taught martial arts from the Shaolin inner hall, barely counting my own disciples, the benefactor should leave!" An old voice came from inside.

Murong Feng laughed back angrily, and shouted: "This deity is of the same race as you, and has a relationship with you in Shaolin. This deity gave you old monks face, don't give shame to you, you don't come out, right! Then this deity forced you to come out!" Come out, a bunch of immortal things."

Murong Feng's voice was arrogant and domineering, all the muscles in his body trembled, the force of 300 million catties directly tore through the void, the tyrannical force danced through the void, the purple divine power penetrated his palm, forming a huge dragon claw about a thousand feet long, one after another A terrifying space crack appeared.

The purple dragon claws swept across the sky and swept across the void, really roaring like a dragon, extremely majestic...

"This... This is my ancient Shaolin martial arts dragon claw hand, which has been lost for thousands of years. Who is the benefactor, from where I learned my ancient Shaolin martial arts combat skills."

Six or seven figures crossed out, but in front of him was a thin old monk wearing a golden cassock, with benign eyebrows and a string of rosary beads hanging around his neck. It is difficult to resist Murong Feng's power.

"Old monk, are you finally willing to come out? But you are doomed to die today." Murong Feng was really angry. This group of monks really pretended to be b.

"Ami Tofu, my Buddha is merciful, we are not the match of the benefactor, but if you can see my Shaolin school's ancient martial arts again, it will be dead."

"Ah rice tofu, my Buddha is merciful."

Six or seven monks folded their palms together, closed their eyes, and sat down cross-legged, as if they were going to die peacefully.

Murong Feng snorted heavily, and waved his hands to disperse the huge dragon claws in the void. The blue light in his eyes flashed, as if piercing through the void. He searched thousands of miles around the inner hall of Shaolin, but still could not find the whereabouts of 49 soldiers Damn, there are only so many inner halls in Shaolin, and 49 living people can be hidden there.

"Old monk, where did you hide the 49 soldiers? Hurry up and hand them over to me." Murong Feng asked the old monk in a deep voice.

"Ami Tofu, the 49 soldiers are my Shaolin disciples. The donor will take them away by force. Unless we are all killed, we old monks will definitely not hand them over." The leading old monk closed With eyes closed, he looked like he was dying peacefully.

"Hmph! How could Chan Master Huike, one of the Sixth Patriarchs, have a group of useless disciples like you? This deity is really worthless for his old man. Old monk, do you want to die? This deity is not as good as your wish. This deity is thinking about Zen Master Huike's teaching Grace, barely considered a half-disciple, if you don’t make friends, the deity will look for it by yourself.”

Murong Feng can be regarded as a blockbuster thrown by me. Although I don't know who the dead bald head mentioned by the old hooligan is, it can be deduced that this person is probably Zen Master Huike, one of the legendary Sixth Patriarchs, because the Sixth Patriarch One of them, Zen Master Huike, is the only one who can break the void.

Murong Feng closed his eyes, and his spiritual thoughts penetrated into the void, sweeping across the void in a radius of thousands of miles, because Murong Feng felt that an expert like Zen Master Huike must have cultivated the space with him, and breaking the void will inevitably leave the space with him Otherwise, Shaolin inner hall will remain unknown.

Sure enough, on the top of Shaoshi Mountain, a spatial fluctuation was found, and above it was the retreat place of Shaolin Zen ancestor Bodhidharma. "What a cunning old monk, I know that Master Huike must leave room for you, otherwise why would you have kept it for so long."

As the words fell, the old monk's face changed drastically, and Murong Feng rose up instantly, heading straight for the space fluctuations. There was a space restriction at the door, but for Murong Feng who had cultivated a small world, he naturally waved his hand to solve it. Break into it with a clear moment.

The small space only has an area of ​​a hundred miles, but the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant inside, the environment is elegant, and the vitality is relatively abundant. There are many houses built around it, and there are enough for hundreds of disciples to cultivate. Level or so of cultivation base.

However, the 49 soldiers had their acupuncture points tapped. Seeing Murong Feng's arrival, they were extremely excited. Murong Feng smiled calmly and said, "It's hard for you, so I will unlock the acupuncture points for you." Waving his hand, an invisible force, Murong Feng unlocked the acupuncture points on their bodies.

"Whoever trespasses on my forbidden area in Shaolin, report your name, the nameless ghost will never die under the master's staff." In front of me is a middle-aged monk holding an iron rod, with a fat body, a fair face, and wearing a blue suit. Kasaya, with a look of outrage.

"The strength of the mere fourth-level is actually presumptuous in front of this deity. Today, this deity is waiting for Zen Master Huike to teach you a group of unworthy disciples. This deity wants to see how much of Zen Master Huike's cultivation you have learned."

After Murong Feng finished speaking, he suppressed his own cultivation, Jiaye's legs came out violently, the domineering power distorted the void, the sky was full of shadows of legs, his legs were as strong as steel, and he went straight to the opposite monk, the monk seemed to know how powerful it was, As soon as the figure moved, the fat body retreated rapidly, appearing extremely flexible.

And Murong Feng attacked like a whirlwind, and wherever he passed, the small space was violently destroyed, the vegetation was flying, the sand and rocks were stirring, and the violent energy swept the body of the great monk, and the great monk quickly cast the iron rod, The Crazy Demon Stick Technique brings stick shadows all over the sky.

However, Murong Feng's legs kicked out continuously, and the pure physical force directly scattered the shadows of sticks all over the sky. The great monk's chest was hit by Murong Feng, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, showing an inconceivable color, like a broken thread. The kite flew hundreds of meters away, and fell heavily on the ground, revealing a large area of ​​cracks on the ground.

"Patriarch, please stop quickly! This place cannot withstand the torture of your old man! You are the successor of Zen Master Huike, so you are naturally our patriarch! Patriarch, please stop!" Several old monks entered He entered the small space with a devout look on his face.

The corners of Murong Feng's mouth twitched, Patriarch, you are really able to get close, if anyone is your unworthy descendants, I'm afraid they will be pissed to death!

"Master Patriarch, you don't want to get close to this deity, hum! You deserve it for ruining this place, and imprisoning my soldiers. This alone is enough for this deity to kill you. For the sake of Master Huike, I don't care about you. Find their boss."