The Era of Immortal Cultivation

The next day, Li Hao woke up on a big kang with a splitting headache, and the smell of feet came from his nose.

You are a hero and a hero, how can you show that you have a good relationship?

In addition to bowing down and bowing, of course they sleep together in the same bed and on the same couch.

Yesterday, they drank until late at night. Li Hao and others set up a small table on the couch, continued drinking and talking about the world. When the wine was full, they just fell asleep on the couch.

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Li Hao shouted, shouting all the men who were snoring like thunder.

After a few people ate some noodles, Lu Zhishen wanted to drink with Li Hao and others.

Li Hao really couldn't hold it anymore and waved his hands repeatedly:

"I really can't drink anymore, I really can't drink anymore, Erlang and I have to go to Beijing."

"What's this! One more day of drinking, one more day of drinking!" Lu Zhishen waved his hand and said:

"The Sa family has already thought about it. We will go to Beijing with our two brothers, and then go to Luoyang to join the Qiao gang leader. Brother Yang, what do you say?"

Yang Zhi's face was also green and red, his eyes were shining, and he said loudly:

"As a general, I would be a bandit in Bird Mountain, which would really disgrace my ancestors. Now that Brother Li has this opportunity, of course I am willing.

"That's good, that's good!" Lu Zhishen smiled boldly: "Brother Wu and Brother Li, please stay for a few more days. We will just disperse the minions and go with you.

While several people were talking, suddenly there was a "buzzing" sound floating from above.

Who is this?

Li Hao was surprised. When he looked up, he saw a human-shaped iron bird flying in the sky, with several fan blades on its back spinning like helicopter propellers.

"How brave!" Yang Zhi shouted, also a little angry:

"This Buddhist man is so unreasonable that he actually flew directly over my mountain stronghold. Master, although you are a disciple of Buddhism, you cannot protect him."

After Yang Zhi finished speaking, he looked at Lu Zhishen and waited for him to make a decision.

"What kind of Buddhist do I think I am?" Lu Zhishen laughed and said:

"This guy is rude. Brother Yang should teach him a lesson, but don't take his life."

Yang Zhi smiled ferociously, looked around at several people, and stopped for a moment at Li Hao.

A few days ago, Lu Zhishen and Wu Song fought to a draw, but he was kept being beaten by Li Hao, and he felt depressed all the time.

Now, he just wants to show off this nonsense to the unknown Buddhist master here.

Yang Zhigao's poem said: "The loyal and brave general goes out from the tiger gate, but the green lion is dancing in the clouds but he is the first to die."

After chanting the poem, he transformed into a man with a green face and a lion's head, roaring like thunder, and eyes like lightning.

Yang Zhi raised his nose to the sky, his red eyebrows fluttering with flames, then his beard and hair were twisted into a big bow, he opened the bow and set an arrow, and quickly shot the iron bird that had flown far away with a red-haired arrow, knocking it down.

"Brother Yang is so good at archery!" Several people praised him.

Yang Zhi flicked his lion hair, realizing that he had regained his face in front of Li Hao and others, and said proudly:

"Xiao Ji'er! Brothers, sit down for a moment while I capture that man."

After saying this, Yang Zhi took his own sword and ran towards the mountain forest where the iron bird had disappeared.

Li Hao looked doubtfully at Lu Zhishen, who was already sitting on a stone pier with his chest open, and asked:

"Master, do we want to defend Brother Yang?"

"It doesn't matter! Brother Yang is also at the peak of false form. How can anyone beat him? Just keep your heart in mind! Come, come, come! Eat wine, eat wine!"

Seeing that Lu Zhishen was so peaceful, Li Hao also sat down with Wu Song, and continued eating and drinking, waiting for Yang Zhi to return.

I guess nothing will happen, right?

……

Yang Zhi said goodbye to a few people, and after a few flips, he landed on a dead tree, where he saw a gray-robed monk pulling his hair by the mountain stream.

"If I take action now, I can chop off his head with a knife, but this is not what a hero would do."

Thinking of this, Yang Zhi paused and shouted:

"That monk, who allowed you to fly over my mountain? I beg you to be beaten!"

The monk turned his head when he heard the sound, making Yang Zhi jump.

What an ugly face, really strange.

Seeing that the monk seemed about to speak, Yang Zhi raised his knife to greet him and shouted: "Take my knife first."

This sword was sharp, fast and ruthless, powerful, heavy and dexterous. Wherever the blade passed, it struck the monk with the force of flowing water.

But the gray monk did not dodge, but still slowly pulled his hair. He seemed not to notice the knife.

The knife struck the monk's chest hard, and the blade bent instantly, slicing his gray robe, leaving only a shallow white mark.

What kind of external power is this that is so powerful?

Yang Zhi was so frightened that he took several steps back. His pupils closed, his wrist shook, and the long sword turned into a sudden burst of wind and slashed out, covering the monk's vital parts.

The monk still didn't dodge, he just put his hands together and recited Buddhist scriptures silently.

After Yang Zhi made hundreds of cuts, the monk's clothes were in tatters, revealing the silver-white, bronze-green, and iron-green skin underneath.

"What kind of monster are you?"

Yang Zhi yelled loudly, with a hint of fear and panic in his voice.

The ugly monk's eyes rolled, a stiff smile slowly appeared on his ugly face, and he asked in a hoarse and sharp voice like metal friction:

"Has the donor calmed down? I have a question, little monk Xu Zhu.

Have you ever seen a lean man with a sallow complexion, less than 30 years old, or the corpse of an old man with a purple beard?"

Yang Zhi's eyes flashed with light, and he shouted loudly, with a strong and powerful voice, which strengthened his courage, "I've never seen this before, go to hell!"

The sword in his hand suddenly became as soft as silk, turning from chopping to cutting. The dragon soared and rolled over, shaking out a ball of light and shadow, trying to use the sword technique of the cook to cut off the cow.

You, a thief monk, are very good at hard work, so I will give you a way to overcome hardness with softness.

"The donor is stubborn, so the little monk can only resort to thunderous means!"

Xu Zhu's weird smile that he finally pulled out became gloomy, he grabbed Yang Zhi's sword with his big hand, and then several shiny silver limbs popped out from his wrist, blocking the sword tightly.

Yang Zhi couldn't draw the knife, so he roared loudly, the sound was like thunder.

While disturbing with the lion's roar, he immediately abandoned his sword, retreated, and strategically moved into the stronghold next to Lu Zhishen and others.

When Xu Zhu saw Yang Zhi trying to escape, he suddenly got up and threw the sword in his hand with one hand. He reached forward with the other hand and saw a chain flying out from the palm of his hand.

Yang Zhi heard the noise and turned around to catch the knife thrown by Xu Zhu, but he was slowed down for a moment because the chain was already close to his side.

I'll cut it!

The light of the knife collided with the chain head.

"At this moment, take advantage of your strength and put some distance between you and this monk!"

Yang Zhigang was about to use a light kung fu move when he saw a dazzling white light flashing from Xu Zhu's chain.

The white light was just a flash in the pan, and Yang Zhi lost consciousness, collapsed to the ground limply, and his whole body smelled of burning.

No matter how many martial arts you have, this is a high-voltage electric shock!

……

In the village, a ragged monk carried the charred Yang Zhi and walked to Li Hao and others.

Looking at the people on guard, his eyes jumped suddenly, rolled out of their sockets, and floated in the air, staring at Li Hao.

Xu Zhu's empty eyes also looked at Li Hao, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up, and he said with a smile:

"Brother Li Yi, I found you!"

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