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Chapter 640

The Yellow Turban Steal has been here for many years, and today I finally met my nemesis.

The person who came was a monk. At first, it seemed like two monks, but later one of them didn't know what to do, and only one came over.

But this monk completely collapsed the Yellow Turban Thieves, and there was no way to fight this battle.

The members of the Yellow Turban Stealing basically have martial arts and some internal strength, but there is no innate perfection among them. The highest leader is the late stage of the innate stage.

The monk came to the mountain gate and supported a quaint golden bell outside his body. It was completely transformed by internal force. If the minions were allowed to shoot arrows, they could not destroy the golden bell at all.

Then the monk punched open the mountain gate and entered the village.

After coming in, countless people besieged them. The monk simply sat cross-legged, waiting for the people around him to pounce on him, and reached out and started to catch people.

Everyone who is caught by him will soon have all the skills and become ordinary people with a soft body. Because they suddenly lose their internal strength, they are even worse than ordinary people and completely lose their combat power. Even if they do not lose their combat power, the monk will punch him gently to make them truly lose their combat power.

Countless bandits rushed up and surrounded the human flesh mountain, but they just couldn't break the cover. The monk kept absorbing his power, sucking, and the absorption speed was extremely fast. With a swish, the internal force disappeared.

The bandits gradually understood that the monk supported the cover and absorbed internal force there. If this continued, his cover would never be broken.

After they realized that nearly half of the people in the entire village were sucked away by the monk, and the remaining bandits collapsed and scattered, wanting to fight guerrillas.

But this guerrilla is not that easy to fight. The monk absorbed the skills of hundreds of people, stood up with a hundred times more energy, and stood there and began to catch people in the air.

The monk's move is too ruthless. He raised his hand to you from a distance, and you flew over and landed directly into his hands, and then lost all your skills.

The bandits were going crazy, running around like headless flies, but they couldn't run away. The monk was like shopping, flying all the way. Occasionally, he raised his hand. A person fell into his hands like a commodity, and few could run away.

The bandits wanted to run from the front door, but the mountain gate was destroyed. There were still hundreds of people who had lost their internal strength and were snatching the sky and the earth. The front door could not go out.

The remaining bandits were finally chased by the monks and had no way to the sky and had no way to enter the ground. After rushing to the back door.

But something even more tragic happened. They thought another monk had run away, but they didn't expect to stay at the back door. They had just run to the door when the monk came over.

Or it was not a monk, but a lama, wearing a red dress, exposing half of her shoulders, and was covered with watermelon juice and dust. The whole body was dirty like a beggar, and the expression on her face was smelly, as if she was dead.

Seeing the bandits running over the lama was like seeing the enemy who killed his mother. He rushed up without saying a word, beating one by one. He basically won the people who were beaten by him, and his martial arts were just abolished. Maybe he would have to suffer some disability.

So after Huo Yuanzhen signed up, Sanger was not surprised, but hurriedly said: "So junior brother, you are still the abbot..."

"Slow down!"

Huo Yuanzhen suddenly interrupted him and said to him: "Sangge, it's a bit inappropriate for you to call me Junior Brother, right?"

Sanger's face changed, and he didn't say anything for a long time, and finally he gritted his teeth, "Forget it, it's a blessing, not a disaster, it's a disaster, since I lost, I'm willing to accept the loss, just quit...Brother!"

The last two words are extremely difficult, as if they were coming out of their throat.

Huo Yuanzhen nodded without hesitation and agreed: "Well! Brother Sanger is indeed trustworthy, brother admires you!"

Seeing this monk who looked seven or eight years younger than him, who called himself the eldest brother, Sanger's face turned red. He had a very high skill, but his skin was apart from Huo Yuanzhen.

The eldest brother called out too, and Sanger was willing to do so at this time, so he just started to complain.

"Brother! It's so strange here in the Central Plains. You don't know. I just met a monkey in the woods. What a guy, a stick was tricked by it. The ones who specialize in practicing sticks in our Potala Palace are not as good as it. They are surprisingly strong. They are even more powerful than me, and they are particularly cunning and run faster. The reason why I delayed is because I encountered it!



Huo Yuanzhen smiled and said, "Brother, I have told you to pay attention to the wild beasts in the mountains. How did you solve the problem in the end?"

Huo Yuanzhen knew that the Great Sage was running fast and clever, so it should be fine. However, after the Great Sage had eaten the promotion pill, its strength was probably similar to that of Dongfang Qing and Wuming. It was considered a perfect peak and had not reached the imperial realm. If Sange really fought with the Great Sage, he was afraid that the Great Sage would be in danger.

When Sanger heard Huo Yuanzhen ask, he said angrily: "Don't mention it! I have been tangling with the monkey for a long time. I ran after it, and I chased it. I didn't do anything, so I soaked mushrooms there. In the end, I planned to lead it out of the woods and clean it up outside. Unexpectedly, the monkey was not fooled at all. In the end, I was worried about the things here, so... so I ran away on my own initiative!"

Huo Yuanzhen finally breathed a sigh of relief at this time. It turned out that Sanger took the initiative to escape, and the Great Sage did it really well.

However, Huo Yuanzhen still pretended to be puzzled: "I thought you were good at kung fu, but I didn't expect you to be able to beat a monkey. It seems that you must have no special skills to protect yourself."

Hearing Huo Yuanzhen's words, Sanger suddenly blushed and defended: "It's not that. I can definitely beat it, but it requires more hands and feet. The monkey's movements are too flexible, and he uses the advantage of dodging trees and relying on the advantage of growing weapons to fight with me. My super martial arts secret handprint can only be used to exert its maximum power by fighting in close combat, and the demon-subduing flying pestle should not be used to deal with a monkey. I am really unwilling to accept it!"

Huo Yuanzhen's eyes turned twice, nodded and said, "Oh! It turns out that brother, you know two super martial arts skills, amazing!"

"Hey! Brother, I misunderstood. How can super martial arts be so easy to learn? The most I have done in the past few years is to lay the foundation. As for super martial arts, I have only learned the secret seal, and the Demon-Subduing Flying Pestle is a protective weapon taught to me by my master. It is very powerful, but it cannot be considered a super martial arts."

Huo Yuanzhen nodded slightly, with a strange smile on his face, "It turns out that brother, you have these methods. It seems that you will definitely win the championship in this election of the martial arts leader."
Chapter completed!
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