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Chapter 703 Gratitude villain?

What?This old monk is too despicable!

Seeing An Zhuofu being beaten into the air and vomiting blood, the heroes quit immediately and competed in martial arts. This is a deadly move. Could it be that the old monk is taking revenge?
The old monk Huiming also stood on the spot blankly, staring blankly at An Zhuofu who fell to the ground and struggled to get up, and asked in a low voice: "Why?"

The corner of An Zhuofu's mouth was bloody, and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his still-moving right hand, and smiled: "You are right, I, An Zhuofu, am not an ungrateful person.

In the final analysis, all my abilities are given by Shaolin, so I will simply end it today, and I don't owe you any more. "

"You don't owe us Shaolin a long time ago." Old monk Huiming looked bitter.

"Owing or not owed is not in the eyes of outsiders, only in my own heart.

I have no intention of being number one in the world. I played today just to vent my anger for my master Tanzong.

Master has worked hard for Shaolin all his life, even if he becomes a bedridden patient, he is still a hero of Shaolin.

But you old monks are too cold-blooded and ruthless, I went to ask you to collect some medicinal materials to save lives, but you all refused, and even said that Master harmed Shaolin.

If it wasn't for Master's final wish not to let me remember Shaolin, do you think you can go out safely this time?
Old monk Huiming, you are the pillar of Shaolin. Although I don't know why you want to join the war, but you have sheltered a group of scum, so you can't escape your responsibility.

I can't kill you today, but with me in this battle, it is already delusional for you to want to be number one again. "

After An Duofu finished speaking, he saluted Bai Fan respectfully, laughed and turned around, a figure behind Bai Fan immediately dodged to catch up.

A group of old monks in Shaolin saw it furiously, "Zhu Zi, you are so insidious and cunning, you deserve to die!"

Abbot Tanzhi turned back and shouted angrily: "Enough, did he do something wrong? If I have such a disciple, I should smile at Jiuquan. Are you not guilty of what you did to Master Tanzong? You still have the face to serve Buddha?"

A group of old monks all looked down at the ground, chanting the Buddha's name and not daring to speak, and some of them had twinkling eyes and cursed in their hearts, are you talking so grandly now?I don't believe that you don't know anything about these things in Shaolin?Pretending to be a good guy?
The old monk Huiming felt himself, his family knew about his own family affairs, and if the internal injury did not heal, he fought with others again. He was injured for the second time because he was old and full of vitality. There were three opponents who were of his own age. It's time to fight.

A moment later, the little monk Lingzhen pulled the wounded An Duofu to Bai Fan.

"Master, Brother An was seriously injured. Now that his master is gone, no one cares about him. You are good at it. Show him quickly. You can see that his left arm is about to fall off."

Lingzhen cared about him so much, and An Duofu was moved, but he always felt embarrassed to face Lan Tianhou, so he looked at Bai Fan hesitantly.

Bai Fan snorted coldly: "What does it matter to you whether he dies or not? He is very capable and always likes to exchange injuries for injuries. Last time he almost broke his veins, but this time he doesn't want his arm. What are you doing?"
Parents who suffer from body, hair, skin, and skin, a person does not know how to take care of his own body, even if he saves him thousands of times, it is just in vain. "

but……

Lingzhen wanted to say more, but An Duofu stretched out his hand and pulled him back, "Young brother, don't do this again, what Hou Ye said is right, it's my own fault, I don't dare to bother you, I just leave now .”

"Stop, are you still stubborn?
Who do you think I am, Bai Fan?I am the one who loves my disciples the most. Since Lingzhen has spoken, you will not be able to drop your arm today. "

Bai Fan stopped An Zhuofu, did not give him a chance to speak, stepped forward, and immediately started to fight. An Zhuofu's shoulder bone was broken by the old monk Huiming. Fortunately, the old monk was merciful. , otherwise it would be really difficult to cut off the severed arm.

Some actions can only control An Duofu's injury, "Don't use your left arm for now, wait until you go down the mountain and apply some medicine to heal you, and you will be fine in a month.

As for your internal injuries, the Shaolin Yi Jin Jing itself is a magical healing art, so you can transfer your internal energy to heal yourself. "

An Duofu also knew what was going on, and bowed to Bai Fan again and said, "Thank you, Lord Hou, for your kindness."

Hearing this, Bai Fan snorted coldly, "What did you call me? Hmph, my love book at the bottom of the box seems to have been fed to the dogs."

An Duofu didn't dare to be stubborn after being scolded, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Thank you, Master Bai."

Although it was only a gift of a half-teacher, he finally understood the distance. Afterwards, he remembered that sentence. It turned out that the sentence that Bai Fan said before that he loved his apprentice the most was told to himself.

Many heroes are also distractedly paying attention to Bai Fan's side. Hearing Bai Fan say that the Shaolin Yijin Jing is a treasure of healing, he suddenly became thoughtful again. After all, the two major treasures of Shaolin are now a commodity, and they can be bought for two taels of silver on the roadside. Although it is difficult to practice, it is worth studying hard for the word healing.

The old monk Huiming was suffering, but for his own goal, he could only hold on.

The old man Xia Yinsha on the sidelines said: "Zen Master Huiming, go down and rest for a while. You have already fought a battle. Although I want to learn from my old friend, I don't want to take advantage of you."

"Pindao doesn't have this habit either. Go down to recuperate your wounds. When you have had enough rest, Pindao is going to let you experience the unique knowledge of Taoism." Wang Yuanzhi snorted coldly.

"The poor don't bully the wounded." Jin Xia's real person obviously has a style of not talking too much.

In this way, only Sun Wuji of Shenwumen was left in the field.

Sun Wuji looked at Monk Huiming who hadn't finished yet, and then looked up at several seniors around him. After weighing in his mind, he seemed hesitant to speak.

The heroes all felt amused when they saw his blushing face, it was really not easy for a tall and thick man to be so deflated.

"Master Sun, you don't even want to bully the wounded, do you? That's a shame." Someone booed.

I……

"Then what's the matter? Anyway, the Shaolin monk is not a good person. Isn't he trying to be number one in the world? Then he must defeat you all one by one. Sooner or later, he will not pass this test."

Obviously, this passer-by has a relationship with Shaolin.

Abbot Tanzhi looked at the performance of the people in the martial arts, and felt a little cold in his heart. Shaolin's reputation has been damaged to the extreme, and he doesn't know how many years it will take to restore it.

Sun Wuji endured it for a long time and said, "I, I didn't have the habit of bullying the wounded.

But I only have top-notch cultivation, and these seniors know that they are peerless masters without even looking at them. I can't beat any of them, but it's not my style to admit defeat. This Zen master is injured and his strength is damaged. Maybe I can find some points in front of peerless masters. confidence……"

After Sun Wuji finished speaking hesitantly, the heroes hadn't responded yet, the old Shaolin monk Huiming was already angry: "Okay, it really is a hero born a young man, I have been out of the rivers and lakes for decades, I didn't expect to be forgotten so far?

Even though I was injured, Peerless is Peerless. If you are defeated by a peerless person, I will turn around and leave today, and there is no need to talk about swords. "

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