Heroic Soul: Drunken Qianqiu

The secluded forest slowly covers your eyes, and the white mist floats in the air.

The ancient and secluded temple is filled with green smoke.

Bluestone Buddha statue, black air cage.

In front of the Buddha statue, there are sticks of incense; in front of the incense, there are plates of fruits; under the plates, there are layers of dust.

Huang Mao is holding a Buddha statue. Even though he is wide and fat, his steps are very light. He hums a little tune and forgets all his worries.

After walking out of the temple, Huang Mao was about to leave, but saw Cheng Yong and his party who had found the place, and he instantly became excited.

"Hehe, I came just in time. After I deal with this idiot, the Cheng Group will be mine," Huang Mao said lewdly.

Then he quickly ran to Cheng Yong and handed the Buddha statue he just invited to Cheng Yong, "Master Cheng, this is the Buddha statue I just invited for your dad. If you put it in the living room, maybe your dad's The disease will be cured."

Cheng Yong narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Then you are really weird."

"No, I, Huang, have always spoken about the word 'righteousness' in my life," Huang Mao affirmed, patting his chest.

"That's it, then I must thank you for my father, so be it, I'll give you a gift in return."

"What do you think of this?" A gust of wind happened to blow by, and a few green leaves floated in front of a few people. Cheng Yong stretched out his hand and pinched one of the leaves between his fingers.

Immediately afterwards, spiritual light appeared on the fingertips, spiritual power quickly poured into the leaves, and the soft leaves instantly became extremely sharp.

"Hahahaha, Mr. Cheng has good taste." Huang Mao thought Cheng Yong was doing magic and laughed immediately.

It seems that this guy is really a fool, so the next thing will be easy to handle.

"Hehehe", Cheng Yong's eyes narrowed, and the green leaves flew out from his fingers instantly.

I saw a green light passing by.

In an instant, Huang Mao's eyes widened and he covered his throat with his hands. He looked at Cheng Yong in fear and wanted to speak out, but the severe pain from his throat prevented him from saying a word.

With a bang, Huang Mao fell to the ground, drops of blood sliding down his neck, his pupils were dilated, and his life was gone...

Seal the throat.

Cheng Yong snorted coldly, crushed the Buddha statue into pieces with one hand, and then walked straight to the temple.

Yun Qiu picked up a piece of gravel and saw clouds of black air emerging from it, making it cold and terrifying.

Qin Ye frowned and waved out a spiritual light, eroding all the remaining black energy.

The human heart is more terrifying than the blade...

In the temple.

Looking at the wad of banknotes in the briefcase, the monk showed a satisfied smile on his face. His originally simple and unwavering eyes had long been filled with greed, and the shadow of red banknotes reflected in his dark eyeballs.

Buddha saves predestined people, and there is predestined relationship.

"Amitabha……"

boom--

The wooden door was kicked open, and then Cheng Yong walked into the house with a dark face.

A sullen look appeared on the monk's face, and he reprimanded loudly, "Who are you? How dare you trespass into the pure place of Buddhism."

"Pure?"

Cheng Yong was so angry that he laughed. There was still smoke in front of the Buddha statue, and the dust had not yet fallen on the tributes. The "Buddha" in the room was counting money. Are you telling me to be pure?

"I'm sorry," Cheng Yong cursed, pouring spiritual power into his fist and punching out.

The monk did not expect that Cheng Yong would suddenly take action. He was knocked away by a punch and hit the wall hard. In an instant, all the wall skin fell off, revealing a stack of bright red banknotes.

"Haha, you bald donkey is hiding quite deep," Cheng Yong sneered.

"Ahem." After the smoke dispersed, the monk's face changed slightly. He held his chest and coughed out a mouthful of old blood. He laughed crazily and said, "Hahahaha, a bastard in the late stage of latent spiritual life. How dare you come to me? You are Are you looking for death..."

The monk's peaceful face instantly became extremely ferocious, and countless black energy emerged from his body. Then, the shadow of an old monk whose entire body was blackened appeared.

"Kill him," the monk pointed at Cheng Yong and shouted.

The old monk took out a Zen staff, stared at Cheng Yong and slowly said, "Amitabha, I have exactly what I mean..."

"Haha, another bald donkey, just in time." Cheng Yong shouted, his whole body radiated dazzling light, and Cheng Yaojin walked out slowly with a horse in his hand.

"Brave level", the two monks looked at each other with greedy eyes.

"Hey, you two bald donkeys, let's see what I do." Cheng Yaojin's temper suddenly rose, and he didn't even look at who their ancestors were when he attacked his grandchildren.

Cheng Yaojin picked up the horse and was about to rush forward, but was stopped by Cheng Yong.

"Ancestor, leave one for me," Cheng Yong said in a calm voice.

"Bald donkey at the peak of potential, can you do it?"

"How can a man say no?" With that said, Cheng Yong picked up the Xuanhua ax and rushed forward.

"Hehe, he is my good grandson after all." Cheng Yaojin Mashan picked him hard and took the monk's head straight away.

boom--

Ma Shan and the Zen staff collided hard, and the powerful energy directly overturned the wooden house.

In the temple, four people faced each other in pairs, with their weapons pointing directly at each other.

Suddenly, Cheng Yong flashed to the monk's side.

Gather your momentum and strike out.

The edge of the ax fell downwards, with the potential to open up mountains.

Qiang——

At the critical moment, the monk held the staff with both hands and struggled to resist. The huge force from the Zen staff made his arms tremble violently, severe pain came from the tiger's mouth, and a few drops of blood fell "tick-tock-tock".

The monk shouted loudly and violently shook Cheng Yong away. He turned around and saw that the monk was also reluctantly parrying.

The advantages of realm cannot erase the disadvantages of level. Moreover, Cheng Yaojin is a general who has experienced hundreds of battles and is known as the devil in the world. How can he be compared to this little-known old bald donkey?

Cheng Yaojin used his strength to lift the old monk's Zen staff away, then turned around and slashed, causing black aura to fall out on the spot.

Seeing this, the monk immediately rushed forward and gave the monk a chance to breathe.

At this time, the old monk was holding the Zen staff with both hands, struggling to hit the ground, and a black unknown liquid spilled out of the corner of his mouth.

"Master Jiji..."

The monk and the monk looked at each other, understanding each other, and ran in both directions. The two bald heads, one bright and one dark, began to merge, and their realms were also rising rapidly at this moment.

The next moment, a thought of God and Demon Bald Donkey came online, and the pressure of the early candlelight suddenly spread out. He raised the Zen staff wrapped in black energy and roared, "Death to me!"

Cheng Yaojin's complexion changed slightly, and before he could react, the black Zen staff appeared in front of him.

A strong air flow rushed towards him, and Cheng Yaojin quickly used his strength to support Ma Shan to block it.

boom--

The explosion sounded, and Cheng Yaojin's figure turned into a stream of light and flew backwards.

Not far away, Qin Ye looked nervous. He stood up and was about to take action, but was stopped by Yun Qiu on the side.

Yun Qiu opened his eyes and slowly said, "Believe him..."

At this moment, Qin Ye saw in Yunqiu's eyes the strategizing and the victory over thousands of miles...

"Well, believe him..."

At this moment, where Cheng Yaojin flew backwards, an aura of peak latent spirit erupted.

"Old bald donkey, are you thinking about nm..."