Yuan Batian slashed it with a knife, and Mo Ziming still blocked it lightly with a finger.

""Clang~"

With a crisp sound, the blade broke with the sound.

"impossible!"

Yuan Batian pinched the hilt of the knife, widened his eyes, and shouted in disbelief.

If the other party also used weapons to fight him, and the knife broke, maybe he could still understand it a little.

But Mo Ziming was like playing, breaking his knife with just one fingertip.

You should know that Yuan Batian's knife is not an ordinary knife, but was carefully crafted from Tianshan cold iron, weighing more than 300 kilograms.

The knife is not sharp, but I don’t know how many famous swords and swords are broken under this knife.

What's important is that his power is not an ordinary power... He thought he could fight the world invincible, but he lost so badly?

"Kneel down!"

At this time, Mo Ziming shouted coldly at Yuan Batian.

"Puuu~"

Yuan Batian really knelt down.

Of course he wasn't so obedient.

It's completely involuntary.

This is because Mo Ziming took a clever approach and used his skills to express himself.

Coupled with his current cultivation and pressure, for those who are far lower than him, it can almost achieve the effect of speaking according to the Dharma.

By this kneeling, Yuan Batian's resentment completely exploded.

How could he have suffered such a big loss?

This is even more uncomfortable than killing him.

He tried hard to stand up, but an invisible force pressed him, as heavy as a mountain.

But this guy refused to surrender and yelled at Mo Ziming: "I have the kind of killing me, otherwise I will definitely kill you!"

When Xiaoqing heard this, she finally couldn't help it.

"Bastard, if you want to die, you will be able to fulfill your wish!"

"Bang!"

Xiaoqing's legs were like lightning, kicking this guy away with one kick.

The kick was angrily kicked, and the power was imagined.

Yuan Batian vomited blood on the spot, and his body turned and rolled in the air like a kite with a broken string.

But what was unexpected was that this guy was still laughing wildly: "Hahaha, you can't kill me, but I will definitely kill you!"

Xiaoqing couldn't help but change her face, and she was about to catch up and make up for a few kicks.

"Xiaoqing..." Mo Ziming waved his hand: "Don't do it now, something is wrong with that guy."

"Well~" Bai Suzhen nodded: "Seriously, he is no longer a human, but a half-human and half-demon monster."

Xiaoqing said unconvincedly: "Don't talk about half human and half demons, so what if it's a demon? It's too arrogant and actually said we can't kill him."

"It's really hard to kill him, because he has a heartless heart."

Mo Ziming said slowly.

"Don't give up?" Xiaoqing was stunned for a moment, and then said disdainfully: "Then just burn it to ashes and let this guy die. Nothing is useful."

"Don't worry, how could he be unwilling to give up as a mortal? How could he have demonic energy?"

"Yes, why didn't I expect..." Xiaoqing scratched her head.

"So, we must follow the clues, find out the black hand behind it, and see what the other party's purpose is."

"Bang~"

Yuan Batian fell heavily onto the street and vomited a large mouthful of blood again.

However, this guy's vitality is indeed tenacious enough. He actually slowly turned up and sat up again, glanced at Mo Ziming and others with murderous intent...

Unexpectedly, at this time, a dirty shoe stretched over. Before Yuan Batian could come back to his senses, he was stepped on his face by the dirty shoe and then stepped onto the ground.

"Haha, have you encountered a tough problem? So, don't do evil to others, otherwise you will be retribution."

A monk in a ragged dress stepped on Yuan Batian and shook a worn-out palm-leaf fan.

"Stinky monk, what does it have to do with you? Let me go quickly, otherwise I will kill you."

Yuan Batian is simply a mad dog, and everyone he sees says he wants to kill.

“Hahaha~”

The monk laughed a few times, then raised his foot and stepped on it wildly, making Yuan Batian's face full of footprints.

"Yuan Batian, what else can you do besides bullying the people?

If you want to kill me, you have to get up first."

Yuan Batian was so angry that his forehead was leaping with blue veins, and he tried his best to get up. Unfortunately, every time he just bent up, he was stepped on again.

"Yuan Batian, now, do you know the pain of being bullied?

Being bullied but unable to struggle, is it not good to feel humiliated, powerless, helpless, and despair?

So, you have to reform yourself in the future…”

"Change your mother!"

Unexpectedly, Yuan Batian not only refused to listen, but even cursed.

"It seems you really won't repent..."

The monk raised his feet and stepped on it again.

At this time, Mo Ziming and his foursome walked over.

"Amitabha, sins..."

The monk smiled at the four of them, saying that he had sinned, but his feet did not stop.

Mo Ziming's face was a little surprised, and bowed to the monk and asked, "Dare you ask the master's name?"

"I am a monk, Taoji...well, some people call me, dizzy..."

"It turns out to be Master Jigong, who is rude and rude."

"You are kind of polite... I think you guys just dealt with this guy?"

"Yes, this person is extremely cruel. He stepped forward without asking, and then chopped people..."

"Hahaha, I like to chop people. Boy, you broke my knife. When I ask my lord to rebuild it, I will definitely cut you to death!"

Yuan Batian began to get angry again.

"Dong~"

Jigong kicked this guy hard and finally kicked him out.

The world suddenly became much quieter.

At this time, Mo Ziming couldn't help asking: "Master, I guess you know the details of this guy?"

"This is not a place to speak, come with me."

After saying that, Jigong shook the fan and took off the wine gourd around his waist, and drank while walking.

Xiaoqing frowned and whispered: "Why does this monk look so different from Fahai? Could it be a fake monk?"

Although she spoke in a low voice, Jigong still heard it and couldn't help laughing: "You said Fahai? I know him and have played chess together."

Not long after, Jigong led four people into a small temple.

This small temple is not big, but as soon as Mo Ziming entered, he felt that the temple was not simple, and it was obviously blessed by powerful Buddhist teachings.

"Okay, I'm not afraid that guy will hear it when I talk here."

Jigong sat down casually and took out a piece of dog meat from his arms?

"Come on?"

Jigong shook the dog meat in his hand.

Xiaoqing felt nauseous...

She is not nauseating with dog meat. What is the key to this monk thinking?

It would be fine if a monk drank and ate meat, but he even put dog meat close to his body and took it out to ask if he could eat it...

"No, Master, please give me a gift."

Mo Ziming knew some of Jigong's characteristics and seemed calm.

"Yeah, it's fragrant. Let me tell you, this dog meat is also called fragrant meat.

There is an old saying that when you smell the fragrance of dog meat, gods want to jump over the wall..."

"Hey, I said, Master, aren't you a monk? It's okay to drink, but why do you still eat meat?"
To be continued...