Looking at the man in brocade clothes with anger with a red face, Tang Ning played with the round bamboo in his hand, smiled happily, and said, "For your sincere request to fight, I naturally have to make you do what you want. Otherwise, how many more times?"

When the man in brocade heard this, he clasped his palm into a fist and said angrily, "I'll let you hit you! Hit!" As soon as he fell, he stepped forward and waved his fist with hidden strength to the little monk's face.

But unexpectedly, before the fist he swung had hit the little monk, the back of his hand was hit by the round bamboo in the little monk's hand.

"hiss!"

He clearly saw that he just raised his hand and slapped it, but it hurt that he gasped. His hand holding his fists was also retracted because of the pain.

"Hiss! Hiss!" It hurts so much!

The pain made him jump straight up. After swaying several times, he looked at the back of his hand and saw a thick red mark about two fingers wide floating up on the back of his hand. The bamboo mark extended from the back of his hand to his arm, which was so painful that it made him cry in his eyes.

"Does it hurt? I don't have much force to use my little arms and hands. Although it's very tiring to hit someone, I can't help you even if you keep calling me to hit you!"

Tang Ning said helplessly. When the words were finished, the round bamboo in his hand hit out again. The round bamboo with hidden strength shot down was either behind the back or the calf, while the buttocks were hit the most.

"Hiss! Ah! Don't...hiss! Ah..."

The three men in brocade clothes on the side watched their companions being beaten by the round bamboo in the hands of the little monk without any power to fight back. They were still jumping and jumping there and squeezing the air conditioner. The three of them couldn't help but look at each other.

They knew the strength of their companions, and they could not be beaten to no avail, right? But now they really don’t even have the chance to fight back. It can only prove that the young monk’s strength is above him, so he can only get beaten.

Fortunately, the little monk seemed to be just teasing him. The round bamboo shot down did not seem to be very powerful, and he did not attack him in a fatal place, but instead attacked him in a small way. Although their companions were venting and thrilling, they felt that it shouldn't hurt very much, right?

Although the other party did not take any ruthless actions, they came out together and could not watch from the side. As soon as they entered, they looked at each other and walked up quickly.

"Little master, little master, stop hitting, stop hitting."

Several people stepped forward to separate the two, and at the same time protected their companions and retreated, bowing to the young monk, "He did this a little unkindly. We apologize on his behalf. The young master is a Buddhist, so he should be compassionate, so don't bother with him."

Tang Ning glanced at them, curled his lips and said, "If his elders don't beat him, they will always be beaten by others outside. I will beat him. If he can change it, it will be fine. If he can't change it, he will still suffer from offense in the future."

While talking, she played with the bamboo in her hand, glanced at the person who was beaten to the back by her, smiled and walked away.

The few people listened to his words and looked back at their ugly faces, and asked, "Is it okay?"

"It's okay? That little monk is very cruel!" The man said gritting his teeth, pulling up his sleeves to show them.

When the few people saw the bamboo mark on his hand, they couldn't help but silence. It seemed that although it was not fatal, it was quite heavy.
Chapter completed!