C227 Chimei and the Old Monk
C227 Chimei and the Old Monk
Qin Feng smiled and sneered. Originally, he thought it was a head, but he didn't expect it to be just a toy.
"Ahahah … you broke my head. You will accompany me with my head!"
It was that seductive voice again, even more lifelike than the sound from the movie …
If an ordinary person were to hear this, they would definitely be scared to the point of peeing.
However, Qin Feng seemed to be so retarded that he didn't know what to do. It was just a trick to scare a child. He reached out his hands to lean on the wall, making his trembling legs stay straight.
Right at this moment, a white figure flashed by at an extremely fast speed, and it was difficult for anyone to catch any traces of it.
"Whiz!"
Suddenly, a black shadow attacked. From the sky, a white shadow came crashing down. A mourning stick with a sharp edge stabbed towards Qin Feng's head.
"Concealment Spell!"
Qin Feng snorted in disdain. His big hands went into his pockets and quickly grabbed a bunch of flying needles, throwing them at the top of his head. At the same time, two Flying Dagger s were at his fingertips.
Pfft!
The Flying Dagger swept a glance at the black shadow's neck, only to see a round black object lying on the ground. It was exactly the same as before, with blood splattering all over the ground.
The white shadow's face above was pierced by a silver needle, but it was still safe. The white mourning stick in his hand was less than a meter away from Qin Feng's body.
"Heaven and Earth Limitless borrowed your powers, die for me!"
Qin Feng pretended to shout as he threw a backhand punch. The punch collided with the sharp mourning stick and the sharp blade light broke into pieces.
With a twinkle of silver light, a large hand wearing silver gloves grabbed the white figure and forcefully smashed it into the wall.
Bang
Bang!
After two consecutive collisions, another black shadow escaped from the white clothes, and in a few flashes, it disappeared into the night.
Qin Feng casually threw that piece of clothing on the ground. He looked towards the direction that the other party left in, curled his lips and sneered: "F * ck, I'll let you scare me!"
However, just as he finished his sentence, he saw an old man dressed in grey clothes walking over. He looked like a monk from ancient times.
"Old monk's Dharma Idol, do you know Song Jinjian?"
The old man's voice was thick and loud, causing people's eardrums to hurt. He held an iron rod in his hand and carried a sports bag on his back.
It looked as if he had walked through countless wrong paths and arrived at the Longhai City.
"I don't know him!"
Qin Feng shook his head. He had never heard of this name before.
"Sir, is your name Qin Feng?"
The old monk raised his head. Under the dim light, he revealed an old face full of potholes, but it still carried a solemn and dignified aura.
"You called me your benefactor just now and now you're calling me Qin Feng, what should I be called?"
Qin Feng naturally knew that this old man was here to seek revenge on the old Daoist. As for his identity, it was the old monk, why did he appear on the Mortal Board?
Now the monk was a killer too?
It was as if the world was on the wane. There were no rules, just random jumps.
"Almsgiver Qin, you can't protect him. This guy messed up the rules of the world and committed all sorts of crimes. So, Almsgiver Qin, if you protect him, that's the same as destroying yourself!"
The old monk gave a faint smile and waved his hand, causing a gale force wind to kick up, and the ground to shatter.
This move was very threatening. It was like a reminder to Qin Feng!
"Old monk, are you trying to scare me? Are you trying to make me suffer the same fate as that noisy fellow?"
Qin Feng sneered and said.
"Looks like Benefactor Qin wants to fight this old monk to the end. Then don't blame this old monk for not showing mercy!"
With that said, the old monk's gaze became sharp. His large hand turned into a claw as he suddenly swiped forward.
Pah pah pah!
It was as if the airflow had exploded under his claw.
"Diamond Dragon Grasp!"
The old monk let out an explosive sound. His moves were fierce and unstoppable, as if he wanted to crush Qin Feng's bones into pieces.
"I like it!"
Qin Feng imitated his opponent and also performed a claw attack. The corner of his mouth curled up as he lightly blurted out, "Mad Dog Catch!"
When the two claws met, sparks flew due to the friction, and the sound of metal clashing rang out.
"Mad dog must go crazy!"
Qin Feng grinned. At the same time, his hands turned into claws. Using his rough skin and thick flesh, he blocked the opponent's attack and directly pounced over.
Qin Feng felt that his intestines were about to be torn out by this geezer after resisting the dragon claw twice. His expression turned grim as his hands started to move fiercely.
"Ah!
The old monk instinctively took a step back, ten streaks of blood appearing on his face.
The old monk covered his face and cried out in pain. His fingers moved and the explosive force stabbed towards Qin Feng's chest.
The Great Strength Vajra Finger!
Even if Qin Feng did not know the martial arts of these people, he could roughly see that the killing move of the old man, the old man, had triggered the Profound Qi in his body, condensed it onto his fist and ruthlessly threw it.
Ka-cha! *
The old man's face went deathly pale, and his fingers twisted, causing a cracking sound to echo out like the sound of dry wood being broken.
The blood-curdling screeches once again resounded through the night sky, breaking the silence of the night.
At the next moment, Qin Feng took a step forward with an incomparably fierce pace. He crashed into the old monk's body and slid on the ground for more than ten meters. His clothes were crushed by the friction.
The old monk kept shrieking miserably. At this moment, Soong Zhe, who was hiding in the room and smoking, had a pained expression on his face. He felt sad for the new boss next door.
"Ahh, you're overestimating your own strength, aren't you? You've reaped the consequences, have perished by yourself, and even dare to protect your old life, you deserve to die. Luckily, there is a kind-hearted person like me to retrieve your corpse. However, let's talk about it tomorrow."
From the way they acted and their screams, it was clear that Qin Feng was being tortured to the point where he couldn't leave. Soong Zhe curled his lips, but he couldn't bear to do so.
Just as he had said, his heart was too soft.
However, just as he reached the door, the screams stopped abruptly. He could only hear a series of tugging sounds as he helplessly shook his head and sighed.
Looks like I shouldn't drag Boss Qin's corpse away, it's a pitiful guy.
After waiting for about half an hour, when there was no sound coming from outside, Soong Zhe opened the door and walked out. There was only darkness and two badly mutilated things on the ground.
He frowned and walked to the next shop.
He was stupefied as soon as he took a step forward, and his face was full of shock, as if he had seen a ghost.
He saw an old man in tattered monastic robes eating a big mouthful of instant noodles on the table. His face was covered in sweat, and he stretched out his bandaged thumb, continuously raising it while foaming at the mouth.
Qin Feng, on the other hand, was busy in front of the stove. He hummed an unknown tune and happily placed a plate of couples' lungs on the table.
"Old monk, it's not easy for you to walk all the way here. Come, eat up!"