The Prodigal Son of Condor Heroes: Li Mochou Wants to Pay for Himself

Qiu Qianren's heart was already filled with evil thoughts like a surging tide, and his hands and feet, which were tightly locked with heavy iron handcuffs, seemed particularly restrained at this moment.

And when he saw the skinny old beggar being thrown towards him as a shield by Elder Peng, the irritation in his heart instantly burned like a raging fire and was difficult to contain.

At that moment, without any thought, he instinctively waved his hand, which carried great force and fiercely knocked the skinny old beggar away.

The skinny old beggar's body drew a long arc in the air like a fallen leaf swept by a strong wind, and then heavily smashed towards Elder Peng who was desperately trying to escape out the door.

Elder Peng heard the whistling sound of wind behind him and looked back in horror, but it was too late.

At this critical moment, he could only shout "Get out of here", his voice filled with panic and anger.

Then, he raised his hand without hesitation and hit the skinny old beggar.

Elder Peng's palm strike was filled with anger and was extremely powerful.

The skinny old beggar had already been acupunctured and could not move. He was first hit by Qiu Qianren and suffered serious injuries.

Now, he was hit by Elder Peng's powerful palm again, and his body flew out again like a kite with a broken string.

Then, it fell heavily on the snow, splashing a cloud of white snow, and there was no more movement. It was dead.

Master Yideng saw this scene and showed deep compassion on his face. He closed his eyes slightly and sighed: "What a sin!"

The voice was full of helplessness and regret.

Then, he slowly turned his head and looked at Qiu Qianren, his eyes showing both a deep sigh and deep pity. "Ci'en, you have evil thoughts and you have hurt lives. When will you truly wake up?"

Master Yideng's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Qiu Qianren's heart, and the evil thoughts in his heart subsided a little.

But his face was still filled with pain, and that pain seemed to be deeply engraved in the depths of his soul.

"Master, I... I just can't control myself. This evil thought follows me everywhere. I don't know what to do."

Qiu Qianren's voice was filled with despair and helplessness.

Although he had violated the precepts sometimes in the more than ten years since he became a monk, this was the first time he had killed someone.

At this moment, he felt that all his cultivation over the past ten years had gone to waste in an instant. His heart was filled with confusion and helplessness, like a child who had lost his way in the dark.

Then, he glared at Elder Peng fiercely, his eyes seemed to be spitting out fire. That angry look seemed to be able to burn Elder Peng to ashes.

He hated Elder Peng's insidiousness and cunningness, hated his own inability to control himself, and even more hated the evil thoughts that followed him like a shadow.

Elder Peng felt a chill running down his spine, as if that sharp sword-like gaze was going to pierce through him. He couldn't help but shudder, his legs seemed to be nailed to the spot, not daring to move an inch.

Although his heart was filled with fear, he knew very well that he had no way to retreat. If he tried to escape again, it would only anger the other party and bring him death.

In fact, as early as the beginning, Elder Peng knew that Qiu Qianren's martial arts were unfathomable and he could never contend with him.

It was for this reason that he racked his brains to come up with such a sinister and cunning plan - using the skinny old beggar to force Qiu Qianren to take action.

As long as Qiu Qianren kills the skinny old beggar and seriously injures him, Ye Fan, as the leader of the Beggars' Sect, will certainly not sit idly by.

By then, the two men are bound to confront each other and fight each other.

And while they are entangled with me, I can find a glimmer of hope and a chance to escape.

However, people are not as good as heaven.

Although Elder Peng's wishful thinking went smoothly, the development of things completely deviated from the track he had set in advance.

At this moment, facing Qiu Qianren's icy eyes and unparalleled powerful aura, he couldn't help but begin to regret why he had taken the risk and provoked such a terrible opponent.

At this time, Qiu Qianren was gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently, as if he had just experienced a life-and-death struggle.

All of a sudden, he raised his head and shouted with all his might, "Master, I was born a wicked man!

Even Heaven will not allow me to repent and reform!

Although I have never intentionally killed anyone, I still inevitably hurt other people's lives.

Humph, I don’t want to be a monk anymore!”

After hearing this, Master Yideng, who was standing nearby, slowly closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and said softly, "What a sin, what a sin!

Disciple, I will read you another Buddhist scripture, hoping it will calm the anger in your heart."

However, Qiu Qianren was furious. He widened his eyes and shouted at the top of his voice: "What are you still listening to? You have deceived me for more than ten years. From now on, I will never believe a word you say again!"

Only two crisp sounds of "Grandma, Grandma" were heard. It turned out that the iron chains connecting the handcuffs on Qiu Qianren's hands and feet broke one after another.

These chains were originally extremely strong, but under the impact of Qiu Qianren's internal force, they were as fragile as paper.

Master Yideng, seeing this, remained calm. He gently advised: "Ci'en, the past has already happened. There is no need to be too sad or troubled about it. As long as you are willing to change, everything can still be redeemed."

At this moment, Qiu Qianren suddenly stood up, shook his head expressionlessly at Master Yideng, and then turned away without warning.

He stared at Elder Peng fiercely, then pushed out with both palms towards Elder Peng's chest with overwhelming momentum.

Elder Peng was frightened out of his wits by this sudden attack. His face was filled with horror as he watched the extremely sharp palms coming at him like lightning.

But at this moment, he had no time to make any effective evasive action. In desperation, he had to bite the bullet and wave his palms to meet the attack.

At the same time, he shouted at Ye Fan at the top of his lungs: "Boss, save me!"

However, Elder Peng's skills were far inferior to Qiu Qianren's. When the four palms came into contact, Elder Peng only felt a huge force rushing towards him like a surging tide.

He groaned, and his body flew backwards like a leaf caught in a strong wind, with blood spurting out of his mouth.

Ye Fan frowned slightly, but did not immediately help. He was disgusted with what Elder Peng had done, but after all, Elder Peng was a member of the Beggars' Sect, and he could not watch Elder Peng die here.

Master Yideng hurriedly shouted: "Ci'en, stop!"

But Qiu Qianren was so angry that he could not listen. He chased after him and hit Elder Peng again.

Elder Peng fell in the snow and struggled to get up, but found that all the bones in his body seemed to be shattered and he couldn't exert any strength at all. He looked at Qiu Qianren in despair, his eyes full of fear.

Just when Qiu Qianren's palm was about to hit Elder Peng again, a figure suddenly appeared between the two of them. It was Ye Fan.