The short sword stabbed from Ye Xingren's armpit, with a strange angle. A black light flashed faintly on the sword, obviously poisonous. The monk let out a light exclaim, flicked his fingers gently, and his posture was extremely elegant, as if he was picking a small flower in his hand, which was the Shaolin skill picking a flower finger.

The fingertips pointed to the tip of the sword as if they were slow and fast. With a light sound, the short sword echoed back straight. Ye Xingren felt a powerful force coming from the sword. The sword in his hand could no longer hold it and flew away.

The monk sighed in his heart, thinking that he was indeed dedicated to the fierce skill, and was much worse in this light and gentle technique. If Abbot Kong De used the flower-picking finger, the short sword would not be blown away from his hands. Relying on soft power alone, he could knock the person holding the sword to the ground without any injury.

Ye Xingren gently tapped his toes on the door frame, turned over and jumped behind the monk, pulled out two short daggers from his back, and took a vigilant posture, looking vigilantly at Huigang who had turned around.

The Yezheren was not short, almost the same as a monk, but at this time, the Yezheren felt that the monk standing at the door looked like a giant, and the incense that had never been effective just now was useless. She was extremely shocked, and the Yezheren showed deep fear in his eyes.

Seeing Hui's skills just now, Ye Xingren knew that he might not be able to escape, so he had to grit his teeth, waved the dagger in his hand and rushed forward.

In the eyes of the monk, the masked woman in front of her was not worth mentioning, but the martial arts she used were quite interesting. She saw the fierceness of the female swordsman, the gorgeousness of Lekins, and the great tricks of Claude, all of which were dignified and had no tricks.

However, the martial arts used by this night walker are all small and rushing skills, short, dangerous, accurate, and ruthless, which are quite similar to those of Emei, East China Sea women and some sects that mainly use short weapons in their previous lives.

However, Huigang soon lost interest because the actions on the opposite side did not change in any exquisiteness. Compared with those in previous lives, it was extremely crude.

The woman there also saw that the attitude of the person opposite was just like a cat playing with a mouse. When the monk relaxed a little, he threw two daggers in his hand over and threw them over, and a black bullet was thrown to the ground.

With a soft "pop", a large amount of smoke filled the yard. The woman walking in the night took advantage of this opportunity and jumped up towards the wall.

Unexpectedly, just as I was adjusted to mid-air, my back seemed to be suddenly caught by someone, and the unstoppable force pulled her back horizontally in the air. A pair of invisible big hands gently put her on the ground, and then I felt a numbness in several parts of my body and could no longer move.

Huigang gently clamped the flying dagger with his fingers, sent it lightly, and scraped the smoke away. He used his "Dragon-catching Hand" to exert his strength from the air and took down the night walker who was about to escape.

For Fei'er's safety, he had to figure out the origin of this mysterious night walker, walked to the person who was standing there with acupoints pointed, and was about to ask.

The masked cloth towel on the night walker suddenly opened at the mouth, and a little black light flew towards the monk silently, but this had no effect in front of Huigang, who was no longer obstructed by the darkness. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the black light, put it in his palm and saw that it turned out to be an iron nail in a jujube-shaped pile.

The monk was slightly angry by these repeated sneak attacks, but he still said in a deep voice:

"This girl Shi... Madam, are you here for any purpose?"

The woman in the night walk gave the monk a blank look and turned her head to the side. This action stunned the monk. She didn't look like a captured assassin in any case.

Huigang asked again patiently, and the Ye Xingren had no intention of giving in, but instead showed a look of your helplessness in his eyes. The Ye Xingren had already seen that the monk's strength was far superior to her, and it was easy to kill her, but she had never taken serious measures to hurt others. She knew that the monk would not take his life and started to play a rogue there.

The monk was slightly angry and shouted in a low voice:

"Female donor, if you don't tell me who is instructing me, don't blame me for being rude."

After saying that, she reached out to untie Ye Xingren's face towel. At this time, the Ye Xingren showed panic and twisted his head to dodge. But how could she avoid the holes on her body, and the monk pulled down the face towel, and the Ye Xingren was still twisting his head to dodge. Then he put his ears into the monk's hand.

The night walker froze suddenly, and the monk was also stunned. The woman in front of him was so beautiful, but Huigang was surprised that his sharp ears under the blonde hair were actually an elf!!

The elf woman who was touched her ear was not so calm. She had completely frozen. Her eyes, which looked like a lake, became wetter and moist, and began to turn red from her fair neck.

With the monk's eyesight, even without the moon, he could see clearly the elf woman opposite her face was flushed and her tears were about to cry.

According to the monk's memories of this body, stroking the elf girl's ears is equivalent to announcing a proposal to the girl, and only the most intimate opposite sex is allowed to be touched.

Thinking of this, the monk who was still aggressive just now was suddenly at a loss. The elf woman didn't know if she couldn't stand this stimulation or something else.

He fainted with a painful hum. The acupoint that the monk tapped just sealed his actions. After fainting, he lost his balance and fell straight to the ground.

Huigang was secretly helpless in his heart and reached out to support the elf.

At this time, he was no longer the time when he first came to this world. When he came into contact with a young woman, he felt that he had violated the precepts and often had to blame himself and wake up. At this time, the monk was vigilant in his heart when he encountered similar situations.

I wonder if Huigang had the attainment that a monk had forgotten about the beauty afterwards or was used to it at that time.
Chapter completed!