Obviously, those old Taoists were also injured by Wu Feng with a copper coin hidden weapon, but Wu Feng did not take any heavy measures, and even had no strength to hit the chicken bone. Otherwise, if these copper coin hidden weapons were used, the legs of those old Taoists would be basically useless.

After the copper coins were shot out, Wu Feng quickly pulled Lao Liu's head and hid in the crowd behind him, and continued to watch the ancestral hall yard.

The fat monk looked at the Taoist priests who fell from the air and couldn't help but be stunned. But after a moment, he immediately turned back and looked back, hoping to find the person who shot out the hidden weapon. Judging from the strength and accuracy of the hidden weapon, the fat monk quickly determined that the person who shot out the hidden weapon was a master among the masters, because the hidden weapon did not hit the leg bend of the old Taoists directly, but hit the wall and then bounced up, and finally landed on the curve of their legs. In this way, it was difficult to find the direction of the person who shot out the hidden weapon, let alone find this person.

However, the fat monk Huineng still turned his head unwillingly, hoping to find the person who shot the hidden weapon. After scanning his eyes, he found that they were all ordinary villagers and did not find anything abnormal.

The fat monk Huineng held his breath and slowly closed his eyes, hoping to use his cultivation to feel the fluctuations of the surrounding aura to judge the location of the person who used the copper coins to create a hidden weapon. However, Wu Feng and Lao Liu had already prepared and restrained their breath, so he naturally could not feel it.

After feeling it for a while, the fat monk opened his eyes and couldn't help but take a deep breath, his expression became a little nervous and alert, because he felt nothing, and it was the breath of an ordinary person. But it was because he felt nothing that he felt nervous.

Even if a martial artist is practicing foreign kung fu, he will emit a strange aura that is different from ordinary people. However, even the fat monk Huineng did not feel this aura. He never expected that such a master could be hidden among the people of Xisipo.

Why didn't you chase after that? If you don't chase the dead monkey, you will run away. I still want to catch it and eat the monkey brain alive. Li Huaishui covered a swollen bag on his head, sucked the air conditioner and walked to the fat monk Huineng, urging him anxiously.

The fat monk's narrow brows stretched slightly, waved his hand, and said: Forget it, it's just a yellow-haired monkey, don't worry too much about it. We still have serious things to do, and there is no need to go through a lot of trouble for a yellow-haired monkey.

Li Huaishui had a bitter face and was about to say something. The fat monk had turned around and walked into the pavilion, sat down carelessly, and had no intention of drinking anymore. The expression on his face was naturally not very good.

In just a moment, just one yellow-haired monkey beat the group of Taoists in a mess, and a few of them fell heavily and limped when walking. The worst thing was the Taoist priest who was scratched by the yellow-haired monkey. Later, he got a tiled and pressed it on his face. He couldn't even see that face. Fortunately, these Taoist priests were not seriously injured, but they just looked a little embarrassed.
Chapter completed!