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Chapter 120: Defrauding Grandson

The monk smiled contemptuously. This attack was like tickling to him, but he forgot what he was now. His strength was less than 10% of the peak. He originally wanted to pretend that Bo Yi would not resist and let the gun fall on him, but he didn't expect that the gun tip really pierced his flesh and almost sent him away.

After all, the monk was once a master, so he immediately reacted and opened the spear, and then he "successed" his life.

Perhaps it was frozen for too long that the monk's wound had no blood flowed out. He licked his lips and held the Buddhist ritual in one hand and said, "It has been frozen for ten years, but it has been a lot of regression, but it doesn't matter. Once you have been saved, you will be able to recover."

"Who do you want to save?"

Hearing the old man's voice, the monk's expression changed instantly, and the years of ice greatly reduced his perception. He didn't even notice that there was such a master nearby.

"Amitabha!" The scarlet in the monk's eyes disappeared immediately, and he changed his face to a not-so-natural expression, "Senior, the monk has been trapped for too long and has been confused for a while and is not intentionally offended, I hope he can forgive me!"

"I'm so disgraceful!" Zhao Yun immediately opened his eyes wide, "Bald donkey, your face has changed too quickly, right?"

"No, this young master, the formless sutra I practiced is originally invisible, formless, without love and hate. It was all caused by the practice of the arts just now. In fact, the young monk himself advocates compassion and tolerate love. I hope to forgive me if I offend you just now. I think the young master has a fate with the Buddha, so this "No Formless Sutra" is given to the young master."

"I thought my skin was invincible in the world, but I didn't expect someone to be more brave than me. Bald donkey, I'm convinced!"

The monk smiled without saying a word, but turned his eyes to the old man. After confirming that he could not beat him!

Monks can integrate and adapt, and do not suffer immediate losses!

"If you can beat my grandson, you will live, and if you can't beat me, you will die."

Hearing this, Zhao Yun immediately jumped up: "Old man, is there anyone who cheated his grandson like this? At least he is at least Wu Po Realm, what do you want me to beat him? If you want me to die, just say it."

"What's the hurry?" the old man said, and with a point of guidance, a colorful light flew into the monk's body. The latter's cultivation level dropped instantly, and it didn't stop until the third level of the Martial Sect.

The monk was very unhappy, but he didn't dare to resist at all.

"The third level of the martial arts, is that OK?"

"This is almost the same." Zhao Yun breathed a sigh of relief. His strength is almost the same as the first and second level of the Martial Sect. Although it is a bit stressful and there is still hope, the old man's next sentence made him stunned.

"Don't pretend to be the other ones, get up. You have the same treatment. As long as you can beat my grandson, you can live. Of course, your cultivation must be suppressed to the third level of ours."

As he said that, the old man popped up his finger and turned into seven rays of light and fell into the body of the seven people who were lying. The seven people stopped pretending to be asleep and opened their eyes.

"By the way, you can join forces, no one-on-one."

Zhao Yun jumped up again, "Old man, you are crazy, eight of us, how can I fight the three levels of the mortal realm?"

"If you don't grow up in oppression, you will die in oppression. Boy, I believe you." After the old man finished speaking, he said in Zhao Yun's mind using voice transmission: "Boy, although I won't watch something happen to you, but if you say it clearly, the treasure you killed will belong to you, and what I will kill you will belong to me, think it clearly."

"I..." Before Zhao Yun could complain, the sound of a sword came from behind him. A middle-aged man with a scar on his face was already waiting and wanted to kill him as soon as possible.

Zhao Yun originally wanted to show off his mistakes, but he knew that the old man could not really put him in danger, but in that case the baby would really not be his. This old man is as greedy as he does.

"Don't you know if the gun hits the bird?" Since you can't avoid it, just do it directly. Zhao Yun knew that there was no chance of winning with one-on-eight, so he could only solve a few problems before he was not aware of his strength, and then he would attack this scar man first!

Zhao Yun did not look back. The scar man only thought he was a baby in the mortal realm and couldn't react at all. He thought he was going to win easily, and even gave him a contemptuous smile. However, when his knife was about to slash Zhao Yun, the latter's gun in his hand moved. Instead, he stabbed the gun's butt directly in reverse, hitting the scar man's heart.

"Puff!" Before the scarred man could react, his heart was shattered and he sprayed a mouthful of blood that had been frozen for unknown periods of time. His eyes were so round that it was difficult to see clearly.

The others were also shocked. Unexpectedly, a mere mortal realm had such strength. Zhao Yun did not stop and used the rebounding power to rush forward. The gun tip was accurately inserted into the throat of another middle-aged man.

The others immediately became alert and never dared to underestimate them again. The old man was also surprised and said to himself: "It's so exciting to kill. What has this kid experienced during this period? He must have killed a lot of people!"

"Haha, grandpa, two of them are good enough. You can kill the rest, baby, I don't want it anymore!"

After Zhao Yun said this, the others immediately looked at the old man, and some even said excitedly: "Senior, you can't break your promise!"

"Puchi!" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yun's spear penetrated into his chest. Several people realized that they had been fooled and were actually fooled by a furious child.

The old man was calm. He knew that his grandson would not give up just because he wanted money but life.

"Stupid brat, I'm just cheating!"

"Go together!"

There were only four people left, and there was a thin young man who had no movement from beginning to end, just sitting cross-legged on the ground to cultivate.

A monk, a young woman, two young men, and a fist, a young woman with a dagger, and two young men with a sword.

Zhao Yun felt the pressure. Although these four people were suppressed, their combat experience was much richer than that of him, especially after being prepared, they were more cautious in making moves and had no room to drill.

"Bang bang bang!" Zhao Yun was immediately at a disadvantage when he fought against one four times and even lost the lottery, but this made him even more excited.

Since reaching the real courage realm, Zhao Yun has not fought happily once, with a spear in his hand, even if he hits four, what's the harm!

"Kill!" The gun body went out to sea like an angry dragon, and the spear head roared past and rushed towards the monk. Zhao Yun annoyed the bald donkey the most, and always felt that he was not a good person, but the bald donkey was too strong, so he actually used his fist to hit the spear. The iron collision between the flesh and iron not only did not even break the skin, but also knocked Zhao Yun back several steps with his huge force.

"So hard!" As soon as he sighed, two swords on both sides stabbed over, and the woman appeared insidiously behind her back. The Hanguang dagger quietly pointed at Zhao Yun's back heart.

Zhao Yun immediately flipped in the air, and the spear circled around and fired with three weapons one after another. When it landed, the monk's fist wind had already blown his hair.

Zhao Yun felt a fatal crisis in an instant. The force of this punch would definitely make his head open. In the critical moment, Master Zhao blocked the iron fist with a spear in front of him. However, the impact of this punch was too great, and Zhao Yun flew out with the gun.

The other people seized the opportunity to follow, and two swords and daggers were pressed over in the blink of an eye.

"The boy still lacks practical experience!" The old man smoked leisurely, just like the one who was beaten was not his grandson, and he would comment from time to time.

"His grandpa." Shujuan couldn't stand it anymore, "Yun'er is not in danger, right?"

"Don't worry, it's thick and thick. It's okay to get beaten with some blood."

On that side, Zhao Yun, who was retreating, noticed the danger and kicked the ground to stop his body and jumped up, trying to avoid attacks that arrived at the same time in three directions. However, the three of them were also experienced people, and they jumped up while Zhao Yun jumped up.

As a last resort, Zhao Yun could only rotate his body and swept across the spear to resist the siege. However, because of the hasty move, the move was deformed. The dagger took advantage of the loophole to break the defense and approached him. Fortunately, he bent over and avoided it in time, and the dagger cut through the back of his neck and brought out a bloody flower.

After landing, Zhao Yun touched the wound, and the bright red blood was flowing with temperature. He turned his neck and suddenly turned the spear in his hand and rushed towards the young woman. After a brief confrontation, he felt that although this person was not the most threatening, he was extremely insidious and would not solve her problems.

The young woman's face was gloomy and her steps were very fast. Zhao Yun's gun could not touch her at all.

"Boy, you're a little tender, so why don't you give up happily, just make friends if you meet by chance."

"I don't like being friends with ugly women."

"You are looking for death!" Which woman could bear to say that she was ugly? The young woman appeared on the side of Zhao Yun with a strange look. The dagger slashed her ribs and clothes, carving a deep scar that could be seen.

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