“Well done!”

Qiao Bin laughed and slashed out with his knife. However, the next moment, his vision suddenly blurred. The "swift knife" he swung was caught by someone, and his whole body was pushed into the air. In the blink of an eye, he was pushed back ten feet.

Yu, and then he was hit hard to the ground, making him dizzy.

 The boy kicked him in the stomach.

"I call you Kuai Dao...I call you YIN Demon...YIN Demon...YIN Demon...the one who defile people's innocence..."

People in the yard ahead chased after them, and what they saw was a scene of a young man kicking people wildly in the back alley. Qiao Bin, who was quite skilled in this street, was knocked to the corner by him. He curled up and held his head in his hands.

He was kicked so hard that he had no ability to resist.

The cursing young man had a fierce look in his eyes. When he saw the crowd coming, he glanced at this side. He was really vicious. But the next moment, he climbed over the wall on one side and headed toward an unknown house on the other side.

ran into the yard.

The whole place was filled with shouts of murder. Someone beat gongs and drums, and people with knives and guns surrounded him. They chased the young man's figure as he ran through courtyards, climbed over rooftops, and rushed onto the street again.

 It’s really unlucky...

Ningji ran while feeling sad and angry in his heart.

If he wanted to go out to cause trouble on weekdays, he might prepare a scarf to cover his mouth and nose at the appropriate time, but today he thought it was just a raid on a shabby newspaper office, there would be no danger, and the cloth strips on his body were useless

No, it's too late to cover your face now.

Of course he had already reacted at this time. Not long before he arrived, some unlucky thing had come over to the newspaper office one step ahead and ruined the place. Moreover, after hearing some of the information revealed by this group of people cursing,

The people who came to cause trouble were probably the subordinates of "Equality King" Shibaobao.

 Fuck you, you bastard, why did you go to someone else's newspaper office to cause trouble? You have a turd in your head...

He cursed secretly in his mind as he was racing along the street, with more than a dozen people or even dozens of people further away chasing him behind him. Most of the pedestrians around him avoided this scene that looked like a vendetta in the green forest, even if they looked at

Various figures who looked like knights from the martial arts world also moved to the side of the road to watch the excitement. At this time, at the door of a restaurant in front, a young monk holding a rice bowl for alms was alerted by the spreading movement and turned to look

He came over, met Ning Ji from a distance, and then opened his mouth into an "O" shape.

"Dragon...Dragon, dragon..." He raised a finger, wanting to acknowledge each other, but seemed to be hesitant, not understanding the reason for the scene in front of him.

Ning Ji ran all the way, hesitated for a moment, and then ran in that direction.

 “Ha, Wukong!”

He ran to the little monk, opened his hands, and hugged him. The little monk seemed to want to get out of the way at that moment, but his body was already grabbed by the other person. He suddenly rose into the air and was pushed backward by Ning Ji.

Throw it out.

On the street behind, more than ten people headed by him had already rushed over. The young monk turned into a cannonball and was thrown at each other. He was not panicked by this kind of thing. He was in mid-air, sighed, and blocked the rice bowl in front of him.

The few people rushing at the front were unable to brake in time, and several clanging sounds were heard in the air. As the figure of the young monk fell down, he waved his rice bowl and smashed the weapons in the hands of several people. When he landed,

He kicked twice on the legs of the person at the front, collided with his body, and knocked the figure away. Then he grabbed it with one hand and snatched the stick from the hand of the figure behind him.

After being hit, he fell into a ball and was in a state of chaos.

After landing, the little monk held a bowl in his left hand and a dancing stick in his right hand. He took two steps forward and then stepped back on the street. He raised the stick horizontally, and his small figure stopped everyone. At this time, he nodded a little sheepishly and slightly

Bowing: "Ah, Amitabha..." He didn't know what to say, so he turned back and looked at "Brother Long" here.

Long Aotian stretched out his hand and scratched his head. He knew that the young monk was quite good at martial arts, but he didn't expect that he could fight so well. He opened his mouth for a moment: "There is something..."

 “Dragon…Brother Long…”

“Well done, Wukong! You are worthy of being the brother of my martial arts leader, Long Aotian.”

After this incident, the eyes of some green forest hawks who were watching the excitement on the street also became cautious. Ning Ji waved his arms and shouted loudly, taking the opportunity to make a name for himself. Later, when he saw more pursuers approaching, he suddenly turned around.

:"Run"

 “Oh...oh!” The little monk reacted, threw the stick forward, and quickly turned around to follow.

A large group of people waved their swords and guns and chased through the neighborhood, but the two figures in front moved even faster. One after the other, they distanced themselves from this side in the blink of an eye. Then they crossed the streets and alleys, leaving their pursuers behind.

to the rear.

The pace slowed down, and the young monk took advantage of the situation to catch up: "Long, Brother Long...it turns out you can also do martial arts..." He didn't know this yet when the two met outside the city, but the other party caught him just now

The technique and force of throwing it, coupled with the crazy running at this moment, naturally made him understand.

 “Of course, I’m a doctor!”

 "Uh..." the little monk scratched his head.

Long Aotian hugged his shoulders: "Let's go, let's take you to eat something delicious!"

 “Oh! Okay! Thank you, Brother Long!”

 With a smile on his face, the young monk had forgotten what he wanted to say at the last moment.
Chapter completed!