Poor monk is awesome

Chapter 9 Wuxian
"What kind of spell is that?" The black-armored warrior was shocked when he saw that the black hole that appeared out of nowhere swallowed the magic-breaking arrow he had shot.

"How could this not be dead?" Zhao Gan roared in disbelief when he saw that Jiu Jie could defuse even such an attack.

"This is a spell to take your life!" Jiu Jie stood up tremblingly, his body was writhing and recovering from the horrific wounds on his body that were ripped open and deep into the bones.

"what!"

With an old and feeble scream, the leader of the Zuo Gang was suppressed by several besieging black armored warriors and could not escape. The long sword of the silver armored warrior was piercing his chest.

"Help Master!"

There were not many beggars left, and they cried out in pain when they saw the old gang leader's tragic death.

"Kill kill kill!"

The anger in Jiujie's heart was even stronger. Didn't the Buddha talk about retribution and reincarnation?Why do some people ignore human life but still survive safely? Did I stay too comfortably in Wanfa Temple? Why can't even protect such a few people well? Jiujie, you are so useless!

At this moment, Jiu Jie was caught in an extreme emotion, attacking the surrounding black-armored warriors madly like a pique, the sword could not hurt him, and the magic-breaking arrow was directly recovered by the system, Jiu Jie felt as if he had entered the land of no one for a while. .

Finger strikes, heavy punches, elbow strikes, side kicks.

One by one, the black-armored warriors vomited blood and flew out, their life or death unknown, and Zhao Qian's legs had already begun to tremble.

When Jiu Jie walked up to Zhao Qian with blood all over his body and face, Zhao Qian looked at Jiu Jie who looked like a bloody man in front of him and his whole body was trembling.

"I... I am the young master of the Zhao family, I am the young palace master of Xunfang City... I..." Zhao Gan said in fear.

"Snapped!"

A slap was hard on Zhao Gan's face, causing Zhao Gan to spurt blood and fly up.

"Human life is ignored!"

Jiu Jie followed suit, raised his hand again and swung it down fiercely.

"Snapped!"

"Bullying people!"

"Snapped!"

"There's no reason, you're just damned!"

"Snapped"

……

Jiujie slapped Zhao Gan one after another so that Zhao Gan almost never fell from the sky. A few teeth faintly flew to the feet of the silver-armored warrior who was hiding in the distance and dared not come over, scaring him and the black-armored warrior behind him. The samurai took several steps back.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Some of the surviving beggars shook their fists angrily, and some knelt beside the corpse of the left gang leader and wept sadly.At this moment, the surrounding black-armored warriors were all overwhelmed by Jiu Jie, and they didn't even dare to stop Jiu Jie's actions.

"Snapped!"

With the last slap, Zhao Qian flew up and hit a wall, collapsing the wall directly. He lay on the ground with blood on his face, breathless, and he was obviously about to die.

"It's Wei's birthday in a few days, why is the little master so murderous!"

Just when Jiujie walked over to stomp Zhao Qian to death, a fan flew directly over. Jiujie raised his arm to block. The fan hit Jiujie's elbow and knocked him back more than ten steps. .

Not far away, a handsome young man in a blue robe and dressed as a scholar came slowly, followed by three boys, dressed in black, blue, and red respectively.

The four walked very slowly, but they seemed to have crossed a distance of tens of meters in an instant, and arrived in front of Jiujie, blocking Zhao Gan.

"The little master has already crippled him, and now he has beaten him to vent his anger. Even if he has a thousand faults, he should make up for it." The blue-robed scribe cupped his hands at Jiu Jie, "For Wei's sake, let this grievance be settled." How about clearing up the two."

"It's only when he's dead!" Jiu Jie stared at the blue-robed scribe, feeling that the aura emanating from his body gave him a faint sense of oppression. Just by the Jiu Jie just now, he knew that he might not be an opponent. But he still didn't plan to let Zhao Qian go. "So many people have died. Do you want to expose it with just one sentence?"

"Then I'm afraid you can't do it." The young man in blue waved his hand, and immediately a boy in red walked up to Zhao Gan, took out a jade bottle from his arms, took out a pill, and stuffed it into his mouth. The boy in red raised his palm and pressed Zhao Gan His back absorbed the power of the medicine for him, and Zhao Qian's aura gradually stabilized. Although he still looked miserable, his life had been saved. With a pained snort, Zhao Qian slowly opened his eyes and found the blue-robed man standing in front of him. The young man's expression immediately became agitated.

"Taste... eye... very... this pot of work is not too tight, it has lost its nest, and it has also lost Bai Xin!" Zhao Gan lost a few teeth in his mouth, and even his words began to leak, but the blue-robed youth seemed to understand. Yes, without looking back, but looking at Jiu Jie, he said slowly.

"Bai Xin has already told me the whole story. It's your fault. You shouldn't bully others by taking advantage of your power. You will kill them all at every turn. Your cultivation level may not be high, but your power is not small. To be honest, even Wei I want to teach you a tough lesson."

Jiu Jie was a little startled when he heard his words, isn't this blue-robed young man on Zhao Gan's side?How come this tone is not right.

"Li..." Zhao Qian pointed at the young man in blue robe and seemed very angry.

"Slap!" The black-clothed boy behind the blue-robed youth turned around and slapped him across the face.

"My lord, don't interrupt me when I'm talking." The boy in blue said calmly.

"Little Master." The blue-robed youth ignored Zhao Gan, but continued to look at Jiu Jie, seeing that Jiu Jie still didn't speak, but stared at himself fiercely, and said with a helpless smile, "My lord, Wei Wuxian, listen to me. The three children said that a young master from Wanfa Temple came to the city, and they admired Buddhism wholeheartedly, and wanted to make friends with the little master. What happened today, I would like to apologize for the rudeness of my sister and the behavior of this fool on the ground. You apologize, if you insist on killing this idiot, there is nothing wrong with it, but it will cause you a lot of trouble, so Wei wants to stop you."

"The taste... the eyes are so good!..."

"Snapped!"

Zhao Gan on the ground was shocked and furious when Wei Wuxian said that he could kill himself, as if he had fallen from heaven back to hell in an instant.However, just as he yelled, the boy in black gave him another slap, causing another tooth to pop out of his mouth.

"The poor monk never cares about any trouble! Even if you can stop me today, the poor monk will take his life in the future." Jiujie didn't understand why Wei Wuxian suddenly showed kindness to himself, but he obviously didn't intend to let Zhao go. Dry.

"Hehe, I believe what the little master said, this idiot deserves it, but today it happened that the old mansion master of the City Guard Mansion was not in the city, so he dared to be so presumptuous. By the way, the old mansion master is quite powerful, and only You have this son, although the discipline is strict but it is extremely important, if the little master kills this idiot, I am afraid that you will be in danger." Wei Wuxian rubbed his nose and explained to Jiujie with a half-smile .

"The poor monk is not afraid!" Jiu Jie seemed to have not heard these words at all.

"In that case, alas..." Wei Wuxian shook his head, Jiujie thought he was going to make a move, all the muscles in his body tensed up to prevent him from launching a sudden blow, but Wei Wuxian suddenly turned around and bowed his head, and hit him with his palm. On Zhao Gan's head, who hadn't reacted yet, Zhao Gan, who had just taken the elixir to restore his life, suddenly bled from all seven orifices and died.

"Ah! Mr. Wei, how could you kill the Young Palace Master!" The silver-armored warrior and the others who had been hiding in the distance and had been afraid to speak out were startled by this scene and screamed.

They couldn't figure out why Wei Wuxian took action against the young master instead of the young monk.

"You..." Jiujie was also stunned. This Wei Wuxian acted so unconventionally. Instead of hitting himself, he beat Zhao Qian to death with one palm. It was really weird.

"Your old palace master came back, and you just bluntly said that this idiot was killed by Wei. If he wants revenge, he can come to the White House to find me." Wei Wuxian gave the silver-armored warrior and others a cold look, "You can get out! !"

A group of warriors fell silent under Wei Wuxian's gaze, and immediately left in despair.

"Wei wants to make friends with the little master, but he doesn't want the little master to be hurt. The little master insists on killing this idiot, which makes Wei feel very distressed. Since this is the case, let Wei take the responsibility of the old palace master's revenge. Bar."

When Wei Wuxian looked at Jiujie, he smiled like a spring breeze again, "Young master has just come to Xunfang City, and I think he doesn't have a place to live yet. If you don't mind, you can take these brothers to live in my Baifu."

Jiujie was suddenly at a loss. He really didn’t understand why Wei Wuxian, who suddenly appeared from me, was so nice to him. It was really hard to refuse his invitation. What else could he do? I owe him a big favor for nothing.

Wei Wuxian stepped forward and took Jiu Jie's hand. The three boys behind him immediately went to greet the beggars. The bodies of the old gang leader Zuo and the beggars were also gathered up. Only the black-armored warriors and Zhao The dead body was left there, and the dogs in the ruined temple and Huang Tianci, who was seriously injured and unconscious, were all brought into the White House.

After everyone had left, there was blood and the corpses of the black-armored warriors on the floor. The corpse of Zhao Qian, the young master of the Xunfang City Guards House, was lying in a miserable place where the wall collapsed.

A storm seems to be brewing in Xunfang City.

　Now that I’ve written it, I feel that my train of thought has become clearer and clearer. Writing a novel is a process of slow growth, from jerky conception of narrative to proficient control of plots, from following old-fashioned plots to gradually having my own inspirations. It is a process of growth.

　　In addition, I am very grateful to some friends for their support. As a newcomer, your support is the motivation for me to persevere in the boring code words.

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