"That bald thief comes here!" The leader of the bandit was a man with a scar on the corner of his eyes. When he saw a monk walking past the crowd, his eyes lit up. He called the bandits behind him to rush around the monk.

The monk is tall and wears a red monk's robe. From the clothes, he looks like a monk from the Western Regions or Tubo.

Although the monk looked savage, he spoke gracefully, "I don't know what the donor calls the little monk?"

The scar horse bandit looked at the monk with laughter. It was best to bully this kind of monk who was alone. "I planted this tree, and I opened this road. What do you think you are going to do?"

"Has the donor found the wrong person?" The monk also knew that these horse bandits were the king here, and there were no ones who were not blackmailed by the past business travelers, and they were not easy to meet. "The little monk was just passing by, so please let the donor go to the net!"

The scar horse bandit paused and pointed at the sky, "Monkey, don't talk to me, don't say you are a living person, even if the birds flying in the sky pass by here, you have to pull out a hair for me!"

"God has the virtue of being alive, why should the donor be so hard to force each other!" The monk bowed his hands together and bowed.

"Don't talk to me. Today I'm talking about flowers here. If you can't keep things, then you'll leave people here. The little wolf cub raised by the gang leader is missing meat!" The scar horse bandit said viciously, which caused the horse bandits around to laugh. "The little wolf cub of the gang leader hasn't eaten human flesh yet. This will let it taste it!"

"The little monk came from afar, and his body had already been exhausted, but he had no money left." The monk begged.

The Scar Horse Bandit looked at the monk suspiciously and patted him one by one. Seeing that there was no silver on him, but just letting the monk go, the Scar Horse Bandit was obviously unwilling to give up, and his eyes fell on the monk Zang Hong's monk's robe, and he thought, "If you don't have money, then leave the monk's robe, maybe you can exchange it for a few copper coins!"

There is only one lining under the monk robe in this summer. If the monk robe is taken off, wouldn’t he be naked? How could the monk agree? "Donor, the monk robe is a little monk..."

"Why are there so many words?" The scar horse bandit was very impatient. He waved his hand and greeted his horse bandit, "Tear off the monk robe on him for me!"

"Yes!" After the horse bandits got the order, they surrounded the monks, and they immediately pulled the monk's robe on the monks' body into chaos.

“Get out of here!”

Seeing this, the monk was furious and fought hard, and instantly knocked the bandits surrounding him over.

"Yeah! You're still a trainer!" The scar horse bandit lit up, "Don't hold back, everyone, I want to see what this bald man has!"

Seven or eight people were pushed down by a foreign monk, and the bandits looked a little ugly. They all raised their sleeves and rushed towards the foreign monk with all their strength.

Unexpectedly, the monks were extremely powerful and knocked down the bandits to the ground in just a few seconds.

Seeing more and more people watching the fun, I gloatly watched the Scar Horse Bandit joke. The Scar Horse Bandit could no longer stay there, and gritted my teeth and disappeared.

The lively came and went quickly. Soon there was only one monk left at the scene. He simply packed up the torn clothes below. The monk sighed and continued to go towards the distance.

"Let's go!" Feng Yun Wuxin stayed here and continued his aimless search with his people, but when the sun was about to set, there was still no news about Zhong Yue and Su Chen.

"Chief Chief, look at the Broken Sword Gate!" Yin Li pointed to a large mansion in the distance.

Broken Sword Sect? Before Feng Yun could understand, Yin Li explained: "Just the young man who looked at your sword yesterday, he is the person from Broken Sect!"

Feng Yun suddenly remembered the young man named Ge Yian, who made a living by refining swords. His sect was called Duan Dao Sect.

"Let's go and take a look!" Although there is a famous sword, Leaf Desert Knife, Feng Yun is still not satisfied. He used the hidden weapon Iron Bodhi used by the Emperor Nine Knife, and the Qingfeng Nail is also somewhat insufficient. The key is that Feng Yun also wants to punch a pair of boxing gloves to make the Great Demon-Subduing Fist more powerful.

"Have you hit someone?" Suddenly a shout came from the crowd.

The few people were quickly attracted by the call, and a group of horse bandits were fighting fiercely around a monk. Feng Yun recognized that the leader of the horse bandit was the scar horse bandit, and the two monks were the monks.

"Why haven't that monk left yet? He was blocked by them!" Liang Xuefei said with some concern. This is the territory of the bandits. If they are targeted, they should leave early.

The monks were extremely powerful and had no weak skills in fisting and kicking. Although there were many bandits, they were still beaten by the monks.

Seeing that his group of people were no match for the monks, the scar horse bandits gritted their teeth and quietly held the dagger in their arms, and called on the horse bandits around them to swarm around the monks again.

"Die!" Seizing the opportunity, the Scar Horse Bandit took advantage of the fact that the Scared Horse Bandit took advantage of the fact that the Scared Monk was surrounded by everyone and had no time to take care of him. He used his life's strength to insert the dagger into the Scared Monk's lower abdomen.

"Hurry! He can't do it anymore. Everyone will slaughter this bald thief together!" His hands were covered in blood, and the scar horse bandit became more and more excited. He kicked the monk who was tightly covering his wounds and inserted the dagger into the monk's chest frantically.

"Shit!" The bright red blood dyed the monk's robes red, and the face of the scar horse bandit was even more gloomy and terrifying!

The head of a monk was cut off with one knife, and the scar horse bandit slowly walked to the audience with the monk's head in a show-off manner, "If you dare to go against us, this person will end!"

"Master!" A man came out of the crowd and looked at the monk who was dying with his eyes open, staring at the Scar Horse Bandit, "Why did you want to kill him?"

"He deserves to kill!" The scar horse bandit raised his head high, "Get out of the way, otherwise I will kill you together!"

"It's him!" The young man Feng Yun knew Ge Yian that Yin Li just mentioned.

"You group of demons who eat people and don't spit bones will not die well!" Ge Yian gritted his teeth. The monk had met him once and had some kindness with him.

"Huh?" The scar man looked at Ge Yian carefully, "You are a disciple of the Broken Sword Sect!"

"You dare to come to the door, but I will not change my name or change my surname. Ge Yian, the eldest disciple of the Duandao Sect!"

"Who is Gekun?"

"It's my father!"

"Haha!" The scar horse bandit suddenly burst into laughter, "It turns out it's that coward's son!"

"I dare to scold my father, I will kill you!" Ge Yian just raised his fist and suddenly remembered his father's past, "No, how do you know my father?"

Ge Yian's father Ge Kun died ten years ago, and all this was told by his master, but how did the Scar Horse Bandit know his father?

"Haha! Didn't your cowardly father tell you how he died?" Scar Horse Bandit laughed.
Chapter completed!