Thick darkness shrouded the mountains, and only a red fire flickered in the temple in the dense forest on the hillside. As soon as the old monk realized that this was a misunderstanding, he was thrown towards the door of the main hall by a sudden rushing figure.
He staggered and rushed back six or seven steps. From the corner of his eye, he could see that this was the young man who had been injured by him just now. He quickly put down his palms that were about to strike, and stretched out his hands to stop the three apprentices who were rushing towards him.
The old monk already understood that the other party did not have any malicious intentions, otherwise he would have been caught off guard and slapped him on the back of the heart! He stopped and quickly took a look at the blood spilling from the corners of the mouths of the three disciples.
He quickly stretched out his right palm, raised his inner strength and quickly patted the backs of the three disciples, injecting a burst of inner strength into each of them to protect their injured heart veins, and then looked forward attentively.
At this time, Wan Linqiang used his inner strength and threw the old monk out. He then rushed towards the wind knife with the muzzle raised, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Put down the gun!" At the same time, a blue light shot out from behind Wan Lin.
Like a bolt of lightning, Xiaohua rushed in front of Feng Dao, and then jumped up. Its raised right paw grabbed the muzzle of the assault rifle that Feng Dao held on his shoulder, and pushed upwards vigorously.
At this time, the spirit beast had understood from Wan Lin's repeated roars that Wan Lin was unwilling to harm the monks in front of him, so it rushed out with Wan Lin and pushed up the muzzle of the wind knife.
"Da da da", amidst a series of crisp gunshots, a bunch of fire erupted from the muzzle of Feng Dao, whistling and flying into the air. Feng Dao saw Xiao Hua suddenly rushing towards him, and pushed him up.
own muzzle.
He took an angry step forward, his eyes blazing, and he lowered the muzzle of the gun again towards the old monk, and then he was about to pull the trigger with his right index finger.
Wan Lin was seriously injured and his life or death was uncertain. This made him lose his mind in anger. In his rage, he lowered the muzzle of the gun again, pulled the trigger with his finger and aimed again at the monks in front of him.
But when he followed, he saw the old monk suddenly flying backwards, and a figure appeared behind the old monk. He recognized it as Wan Lin at a glance! In shock, he suddenly raised the muzzle of his gun.
At this moment, a blue light flashed in front of his eyes, Xiaohua pushed up the muzzle of Feng Dao, then grabbed the body armor in front of Feng Dao, raised his right paw and knocked the muzzle of Feng Dao to the side.
Feng Dao quickly released his grip on the trigger. He looked at Wan Lin who was charging towards him, his eyes were blood red and he shouted loudly: "Leopard Head, get out of the way, let me kill these bastards!"
Wan Lin rushed to Feng Dao, hugged Feng Dao, then turned his head and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he fell limply to the ground.
Just now, with the help of the power of two healing holy medicines, he used his internal strength to throw the old monk out of the muzzle. At this time, the infuriating energy he had just raised had been exhausted, and the churning blood surged into his throat again.
Feng Dao saw Wan Lin vomiting blood and falling backwards. He was shocked and let go of the assault rifle in his hand, hugged Wan Lin and shouted anxiously: "Leopard Head!"
He then wiped it from Wan Lin's waist, wanting to take out the medicine gourd Wan Lin had hidden in his waist again, and take out the Shebao Pills and Xiangmo Pills inside. He knew that Wan Lin and Xiaoya both had most of the healing medicine given by their grandfather.
, to protect comrades from accidents in critical moments.
The pills in the bamboo tube that Xiaohua chewed up in anxiety just now were Xiangmo Pills and Xuanlong Pills that Wan Lin used for his emergency use. The rest of the pills were hidden in the medicine gourd around his waist.
As soon as Feng Dao stretched out his hand to Wan Lin's waist, Wan Lin's right hand suddenly raised up and grabbed Feng Dao's wrist. He raised his head and said with difficulty: "Feng... Feng Dao, there is no need to... take the medicine, Xiaohua
I have been fed Xiangmo Pills and Xuanlong Pills, and now my true energy is scattered. Please help me gather the scattered true energy." As he said that, he spurted another mouthful of blood to the side.
"Yes!" Feng Dao quickly retracted his right hand. He grabbed the assault rifle with one hand, raised the muzzle and looked to the side vigilantly. His left hand tightly hugged Wan Lin in front of him and sat cross-legged on the ground. His right arm was tightly
He held the assault rifle with his finger on the trigger, lest the monks take the opportunity to catch up.
In the blazing fire, the old monk stretched out his hand to stop the three disciples who had blood hanging from the corners of their mouths and whose chests were stained red by the spurted blood. He slapped the three disciples on the back with a stream of white mist from his right hand.
Several people followed and looked blankly at Wan Lin, who was already slumped on the ground. They had just seen with their own eyes that Wan Lin, who was seriously injured, and the little mountain king risked their lives to jump in front of their companions' guns, stopping them from being aimed at them.
The muzzle of the gun. Everyone understood that it was the young man with the bag and the ferocious mountain king who saved them, and they escaped from death!
At this time, Xiaohua was already standing in front of Wan Lin and the other two, staring eagerly at the four monks standing in the courtyard. The tiger that rushed after him also lay next to Xiaohua, with its mouth full of mouth and big eyes, staring fiercely.
The few monks in front seemed to not know these monks at all, and their expressions were extremely ferocious.
The little monk saw his tiger lying next to the kitten, and staring viciously at his group with its big mouth open. He quickly raised his hand and said, "Tiger, come back!"
Following his shout, the tiger lying on the ground suddenly stood up, and the fierce light in its eyes suddenly disappeared. But just as it was about to walk towards its master, a blue light suddenly shot toward it.
In the blue beam of light, the tiger trembled violently. It stretched out its long tongue and licked the blood on the corner of its mouth. Then it roared at the little monk with its teeth and claws. Then it lay down next to the little flower again,
He stared fiercely at the four monks in front of him.
Several monks looked at this tiger that had been raised since childhood, with expressions of astonishment on their faces! They never thought that this tiger that had been raised since childhood would be so fearful in front of a small cat-like animal, and
He would also turn against a few of his people, showing his mouth full of sharp teeth!
Just when these monks were stunned, Feng Dao saw that several monks did not rush towards Wan Lin when Wan Lin was seriously injured. He immediately put the assault rifle next to him, sat cross-legged on the ground with Wan Lin in his arms, and raised his Qi
Pressing his right hand on Wan Lin's back, a burst of true energy surged into the meridians in Wan Lin's body.
At this time, the old monk saw the movement of Feng Dao and immediately understood that he was healing the injury of his companion who was seriously injured by him. He raised his feet and walked forward with a guilty look on his face.
But as soon as he took a step forward, Xiao Hua suddenly let out a low roar, and a blue light beam appeared in his eyes. He kicked his two hind legs hard, and then rushed forward.
The tiger lying next to it suddenly stood up amidst Xiaohua's low roar. It let out an ear-splitting roar, and as Xiaohua was about to pounce forward, a kitten, and a kitten.