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Chapter 112 Autumn Teacher Moon (2)

Huang Shansong and others were shocked when they heard the nun say their name. She and Xiao Xiangxiang looked at each other and said in unison: "So she is the nun that Qiu Shiyue mentioned."

"I heard from Sister Yue that she is calm and has extraordinary temperament, and is comparable to an ordinary nun." Xiao Xiangxiang said.

"I saw you today, it was indeed the case." Huang Shansong was admiring her heart when he was talking, and looked at the fight in the field and said, "These people are really hateful. They actually want to eat the tofu of a monk girl. If she loses to four people in a while, I will definitely help her. You must be prepared to prevent these thieves from jumping over the wall and biting people."

Xiao Xiangxiang nodded when she heard this, and Adong and Xi also nodded their heads.

He Fang was the most active of the four. He wanted to hold the nun who claimed to be Qiu Shiyue in his arms immediately, so he was the first to pounce on him.

When Qiu Shiyue's delicate body swept out, she slapped her right palm towards his chest.

"Little girl, you can scratch the uncle's itch." He Fang was about to take the lead when he grinned.

"Hmph!" Qiu Shiyue snorted coldly, and turned her palm into fingers in the middle, pointing to his Danzhong acupoint.

He Fang didn't dare to be careless now and hurriedly flicked to the left.

Seeing that Qiu Shiyue forced him back, she ignored him and did not pay attention to him. She dodged the opposite and moved her position, just avoiding Cao Hua's attack from behind.

When Qiu Shiyue flashed right, her right palm ran into Yang Tianfei who was rushing towards her.

With a "bang", it actually touched it firmly, but her body was not strange at all, and she was still as stable as Mount Tai.

When Yang Tianfei saw that he could not defeat a little girl with a heavy punch, his face was full of surprise. He glanced at the people around him, and his face turned red.

Qiu Shiyue took off from the siege of several people, and a light of resentment appeared in her eyes. She took off a string of Buddhist beads hanging around her neck, unbuttoned the joints, and swept to Tang Shanhong, who was following her like a shadow.

"Haha." Tang Shanhong grinned, "Little girl, you just rub your beads for me to rub your back." He said that, and then he reached out to the Buddhist beads and grabbed them.

"Ouch!" As soon as his hand touched the Buddhist beads, he hurriedly retracted with pain, "Smelly, your Buddhist beads are actually made of iron!"

He said as he hurriedly stepped back and looked at his right palm carefully, and saw that the palm of his palm was red and swollen, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. He swung back and forth to relieve the pain.

He thought the Buddhist bead was made of wood and did not use much force, so he suffered this.

Qiu Shiyue ignored him, and a string of Buddhist beads shot towards him like a dragon, and where he rushed to his throat.

He Fang saw that Tang Shanhong was in a silence. Knowing that it was powerful, he had to shorten his body and run to the left, looking very embarrassed.

Yang Tianfei and Cao Hua heard Tang Shanhong's words, pulled out his sword with a "choke" sound, and rushed towards Qiu Shiyue. When the Buddhist beads kissed the big sword, he remembered the clash of "Dangdangdang".

He Fang also drew his sword and joined the battle circle. The three big men waved weapons against a girl, which was a bit ridiculous.

Qiu Shiyue waved her whip made of iron Buddhist beads and ran around the three of them, occasionally making amazing sounds.

Yang Tianfei waved his big sword, thinking that if she cut off the beaded thread, her iron bead would completely lose its power? Thinking of this, the big sword in her hand slashed the bead whip in half.

The bead whip is sometimes like a dragon flying into the sky, or sometimes like a poisonous snake coming out of the cave, which is extremely powerful and mad.

Yang Tianfei's big sword slashed on the iron beads many times. When strong people collided, they clashed, or sparks flew everywhere. Once, they finally cut on the beaded thread, and a row of sparks sprinkled out of the blade. Obviously, the thread was not an ordinary object, but also made of metal.

Qiu Shiyue has good intentions. If a monk wears a knife and a gun, he will appear out of place. So he casts a Buddhist bead with iron, then wraps it into a thin rope with metal wire, casts it into a joint shape at the handle, and hangs it around his neck. Who knows it is a weapon? Although it is a bit weight, it is much more appropriate than holding a weapon in his hands.

Yang Tianfei's plan failed and he felt very upset. He had to wave the knife even more fiercely and fiercely. Cao Hua and He Fang also accelerated their movements, and all three of them greeted her weapons, trying to cut off her Buddhist bead whip and then let her surrender obediently.

Qiu Shiyue's Buddhist bead whip is elusive and turbulent, making it difficult to capture the three big swords. Even if you get it occasionally, it will be harmless, and the whip rope is still intact.

The three of them only wanted to cut her weapons, but they were not willing to hurt her limbs. Qiu Shiyue didn't care about it, and she would swing the Buddhist bead whip wherever she had the opportunity to take. She resented the fact that the few people were planning to make mistakes, and they whipped it down, hoping to break one leg and chop off one hand.

Cao Hua and the other two were obviously not incompetent. They dodged freely under the shadow of the whip and gave in order.

After a long battle, the three old men were so angry that they could not conquer each other while sweating profusely.

He Fangchong Tang Shanhong, who was standing aside, scolded: "Old Tang, why are you standing there in a daze? Put your medicine injections quickly!"

"Oh." Tang Shanhong responded with his hand shaking, "My hands hurt so much that my mind was confused. Why did I forget the injection of medicine?"

While he was speaking, he used his left hand to take out an iron tube six inches long and as thick as a thumb from his pocket. He grabbed one end with his right hand and pulled it out. The tube stretched out from the front belly one by one, and finally extended to more than two feet long. The top was thinner than the thin end of the chopsticks.

He stuffed a small needle with down attached to his tail into the small hole of the thin tube, and then held the thick end in his mouth. He carefully observed the fight in the field, looking for opportunities to blow the needle and hurt people.

In the world, anyone who likes to pick flowers has made some secret weapons and medicines.

There was anesthetic on Tang Shanhong's needle, and the middle-aged man fell to the ground for a short time and was confused.

Qiu Shiyue was very careful when she heard their words.

The four of them fought violently and moved their bodies frequently, making it difficult for Tang Shanhong to find an opportunity to start. He slowly approached the fighting circle in order to succeed in one move.

Qiu Shiyue turned her back to Tang Shanhong, and Cao Hua and others flashed aside again. It was a rare opportunity. He blew hard and the needle rushed to the back of Qiu Shiyue's head.

Although the needle was small, it had a sound of breaking through the air because of its fast speed, and was immediately caught by Qiu Shiyue's alert ears. She couldn't dodge, so she had to nod and dodge. But it was a little late, so the needle broke her scalp like a plowhead breaking through the ground!

"Not good!" Huang Shansong and Xiao Xiangxiang shouted in unison.

When Huang Shansong was about to get up, his eyes were stunned by the scene in front of him - when the needle broke Qiu Shiyue's scalp, his long hair immediately rushed out!

"She is not a nun!" Xiao Xiangxiang screamed when she saw this, her eyes wide open.

Cao Hua and the other two were also shocked by the sudden change and stopped their movements.

Qiu Shiyue's scalp broke, and the hair tied inside regained freedom, and happily rushed out, completely spreading the entire fake scalp. After the hair was gushing out, it immediately covered her eyes. She had to stop her right hand and hurriedly used her left hand to close her hair.
Chapter completed!
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