Medicinal Immortal

Seeing that the round bamboo in the little monk's hand knocked down on the top of the golden core monk's head, the golden core monk snorted, his eyes slightly opened, his body stiffened, and blood was overflowing from his mouth. The whole person was straight. Fell down.

In such a moment of effort, a Golden Core cultivator was so perished, and they were watching from the side, it was too late to stop it.

It can't be said that it was too late, but they didn't expect at all that this little monk would kill him in the next moment after he severely injured his muscles.

Doesn’t it mean that Buddhist children don’t kill? Why is this an exception?

Say he is not a monk? In this world, the parents of body hair and skin, except for Buddhists, have seen anyone shaved their heads?

However, this man is unfathomable and has a weird temper. No one of them dared to question his words.

After all, for the cultivator, if a low-powered cultivator offends the strong, he can be killed every minute, and others will not say anything, because in the world of cultivating, the strong is respected. Everything is talking about strength!

"Do you want to learn something too?" Tangning retracted the round bamboo in her hand, looking at the golden core monks.

"Don't dare." Several people said with their hands. After a pause, the old man asked, "Dare to ask the driver, how do you call it?"

Tangning glanced at them, using the round bamboo in her hand as the rod, walking on the pillar, walking unhurriedly into the forest, a faint voice came from her mouth and fell into their ears.

"Master Tang."

Tang poetry? Master Tang?

Almost instinctively, everyone felt that the two words in his mouth should be the last two.

Seeing that figure fade away until it disappeared from their sight, no one stopped it. Instead, he looked at the body in front of him and sighed slightly.

"We have met him once, let's send his body back!"

"I'm afraid, they won't just let it go." The other person said, looking in the direction that the little monk was leaving, and said: "The one who left his name is probably not afraid of being revenge."

"This person's strength is unfathomable, and I don't know which Buddhism he came from? One move is a killer move, and even a move to control the enemy within one move, leaving people to death without mercy. It is probably as he said that he is not a buddha. "

Hearing this, everyone was silent. There was also a faint speculation in his heart, maybe this little monk really did as he himself said, he was not a Buddhist disciple, because apart from his bald head, he was not really like a Buddhist disciple at all.

But at this time, the unpredictable little monk in their mouths pushed to a place where no one was there, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person was sitting under the big tree and panting.

"Very dangerous! If there is another one, I will really show up." She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and murmured.

Xiao Hei, who stopped on her shoulder, was about to speak, and his small eyes moved, looking at the black figure that appeared in front of Tang Ning like a ghost.

Tangning thought it was the golden core monks who followed, holding Yuanzhu in one hand and about to stand up, and saw the person in front of him, not someone else. It was the one who looked very good but was wearing a ghost mask. The evil spirit.

"Hehe, benefactor, this is the third time we have met. I think you must not be destined with me, but with me."

Moreover, it must be evil fate.