Walking Tall

Qi Kunlun, like a tank, ran into a group of stick monks. They had long sticks and couldn't stop them!

He ran into the crowd, like a tiger into a sheep, and knocked the stick monks who formed the battle line flying out in all directions.

At the same time, he reached out and picked it in the air, grabbed a long stick, shook his wrist and said, "let go!"

The stick monk only felt that the stick was turning violently in his palm. He couldn't hold it at once, so Qi Kunlun took it.

Qi Kunlun snatched the stick and raised his hand, which was a "big gun nodding" and pricked out. With a bang, the stick monk fell on his back and fainted on the spot.

After a man was knocked down by a stick, he did not stop. The three meter long stick was like a light toy in his hand. With the stick as a gun, it was pointed, stabbed or picked, and several stick monks were knocked to the ground.

In a moment, the eighteen stick monks' array, which has been handed down for thousands of years in Bodhi temple, was broken by him. One by one, the stick monks lay on the ground, either fainted or howled. In any case, there was no one who could get up.

Qi Kunlun snorted coldly and threw the stick in his hand. With a Shua, the stick flew out and hit the concrete wall behind. He heard a dull sound. The stick pierced the concrete wall directly and penetrated it deeply. Only a meter long tail was left outside.

Qin Murong could not help shouting: "wonderful, really wonderful!"

She thought to herself that there was nothing she could do about the eighteen stick monks. She thought that Qi Kunlun could only defeat them in the way of killing each other's physical strength. Unexpectedly, it was beyond her expectation. Qi Kunlun is much stronger than she imagined!

The activity here, at last, startled the people in the room. The abbot and a couple in their fifties came out.

Seeing the scene in front of them, the faces of the three people all became ugly.

"Who is the benefactor? Why did you come to our Bodhi temple to hurt people?" Some chubby abbots yelled.

The abbot of Bodhi temple is not weak in terms of personal connections. After all, there are thousands of followers in the whole Bodhi temple, among which there are some dignitaries.

"Abbot, he's a man of all walks of life. He's here to kick the hall!" Said the porter in a hurry.

Qi Kunlun shook his head and said, "I'm looking for someone, but it seems that the people in Bodhi temple and the bodyguards who are dogleg are not very polite."

The gatekeeper complained: "abbot, he wants to see you as soon as he comes. I said he needed to make an appointment, but he was not willing to follow suit... Then, Mr. Yao's men had a conflict with him and started fighting."

The abbot wrinkled his brow severely, and his chubby cheek shook twice. With a little anger, he said, "benefactor, it's a little too much to show off in our Bodhi temple."

"I said, I'm looking for people, not for trouble." Qi Kunlun looked at the abbot without expression and said slowly, with a little impatience in his tone.

Others all respect the abbot as an eminent monk, one by one polite, but he doesn't believe in these things. Moreover, if you want to say Tao well, which one is higher than him?

Yao Xu, who did not speak, opened his mouth at this time and said, "you don't want to find trouble, but you have already found something. You have made trouble in the Bodhi temple and beaten my people!"

"Your people have no eyes. They should be well disciplined. You, the master, seem to have some responsibility." Qin Murong came to Qi Kunlun and said with a sneer.

Yao Xu's face suddenly sank up and said, "woman, please pay attention to your words, or I'm afraid you don't know how to die!"

Qin Murong shook her head and said, "I advise you to pay attention to your words. Otherwise, I don't mind teaching you how to speak better."