"Hahahaha, the saint of Ming Cult is indeed extraordinary."

A deafening laughter suddenly came from the attic.

Immediately afterwards, a monk wearing a patched monk's robe appeared in front of Han Yuyan and Fang Rui.

This monk was extremely fat. Standing there, he was like a mountain of meat. Every time he took a step, he felt the fat on his body shaking. He had a round face and kind eyebrows. At first glance, he really thought that he was born in Maitreya and transformed into a million Maitreya Buddha.

A string of rosary beads were around his neck, each of which was the size of a fist, and the monk's robe was open, revealing his huge belly. When he stood there, Fang Rui was worried that he would stomp the deck.

I have seen a fat man, but this is the first time in my life for a fat man like him.

"Who are you?" Fang Rui immediately drank.

"Amitabha, I haven't seen you for many years. The protector of the Dharma is loyal to the Ming Cult." The fat monk said with a smile.

"Do you know me?" Fang Rui saw that he was about fifty years old, and he really couldn't remember who the monk in front of him was?

The fat monk said, "Fang Guangming made his name famous, so I naturally knew it."

At this time, Han Yuyan sat on the bench at the railing and said in a loud voice: "After the battle in Gaoyou, our Ming Cult and your White Lotus Sect have never been affected by the well. I wonder what Zen Master Kongling performed this show today?"

Fang Rui was shocked when he heard the four big words "Kongming" Zen Master. Although he had never seen this Zen Master Kongming, he had heard the name of this Zen Master Kongming.

This Zen Master Kongming is the personal disciple of the famous monk Peng. As for Monk Peng, he is Peng Yingyu, the founder of the Southern Red Turban Army in the late Yuan Dynasty.

The martial arts of Monk Peng is unanimously recognized in the world as the best in the world. He was once the leader of the Maitreya Sect and became popular all over the world.

Later, in the 13th year of Zhizheng, he was killed by the Yuan army in Ruizhou. However, there were rumors in the world that Monk Peng did not die, but no one had seen him again.

Monk Peng's disciples are all very skilled in martial arts. Among them, Zen Master Kongling is his thirteenth disciple, but he is the only one whom the monk Peng received. It is rumored that this Zen Master Kongling has obtained all the true teachings of Monk Peng and is unrivaled in the south.

"Amitabha, the Holy Aunt said this. Since you, Ming Cult and I, the well water of the White Lotus Sect, do not interfere with the rivers, why are you in Hangzhou again?" Zen Master Kongling said coldly.

Han Yuyan slowly stood up, and a killing intention suddenly appeared in Kong Ming's beautiful eyes and said, "Why can't I understand what Zen Master Kongling said? Is this Hangzhou the territory of your White Lotus Sect? Why don't I know this? If according to your words, it's all from him, Monk Zhu. What's the face of your White Lotus Sect saying that this is your territory?"

Zen Master Kongling sneered and said, "What a sharp-tongued face, no wonder Xiao Ming Wang favors you. Since that's the case, I can only offend you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zen Master Kongling's eyes suddenly changed, and he used his palm as a knife to bombard Han Yuyan.

Although he was as fat as a mountain of meat, his speed was very fast and his clothes were clamoring.

This palm was as powerful as a rainbow, as if standing in the clouds of the nine heavens, and was as unparalleled as all living beings.

This kind of momentum is definitely a top-notch master, and it will defeat countless powerful enemies, dye blood in its hands like a sea, and its thoughts in its heart are like a knife, destroying it wither and destruction.

Before the palm reached, a strong wind arrived first. He lifted up the long hair behind Han Yuyan, and his clothes immediately pressed against his delicate body.

"Good palm technique!"

Han Yuyan shouted loudly, facing the momentum of the storm, Han Yuyan rushed forward with a quick step, and whistled out softly. Facing the unparalleled power of the Golem Master, it seemed that this palm was insignificant and would be crushed by the Golem Master at any time.

However, this palm is extremely feminine and soft, which is the highest level of internal martial arts, silent and silent.

"bump!"

Suddenly, his palms met, and Han Yuyan took a step back and the deck more than three inches thick under her feet was broken.

The Zen Master Kongling's arm numbed, then he slapped it and kicked it out, as fast as the wind and with great force.

If you are swept by this leg, you will definitely be kicked away, and at least a few ribs will be broken.

However, Han Yuyan did not retreat but instead advanced. She was as if she had no bones. She bent backwards and easily avoided this move. Then her waist suddenly bounced back as if it was installed with a spring. Taking advantage of the exhaustion of Zen Master Eagle, her fingers hit his left shoulder.

Zen Master Kongling staggered back immediately, feeling that his left arm was extremely sore and could not even lift it up.

Han Yuyan's breathing was a little distracted at this moment. She suffered some small losses when she fought against her. After all, a powerful force like the Gobing Zen Master can't take advantage of it even if she resists it.

At this moment, Zen Master Kongling took a deep breath and said, "Sure enough, Xiao Ming has taught you all his talent for the Divine Yang Finger. Unfortunately, don't you know if my cloth bag skills are not afraid of your Divine Yang Finger?" He said this, and he raised his left arm. Although it was a little trembling, it was not a big deal.

Fang Rui was shocked. Most people would definitely be numb when they were hit. However, this Zen Master Kongling was fine. If he continued to fight, he would have to suffer a loss.

However, Han Yuyan smiled disapprovingly and said, "Is that right? Then why don't you look at your palm?"

Zen Master Kongling was stunned suddenly, lowered his head and saw a thin needle on his left palm. Then he remembered that when he was facing the palm, Han Yuyan had plotted against him.

"You..." Zen Master Kongling was furious and immediately chased Han Yuyan.

However, Han Yuyan only dodged and did not fight back. After a few strokes, Zen Master Kongling was panting and then knelt on one knee. At this moment, his face was extremely pale, obviously poisonous.

Han Yuyan smiled faintly with her hands on her back: "Zen Master Kongling, how does it feel now?"

"Demon, do you think this little poison can kill me?" Zen Master Kongling said angrily.

"What are you doing to poison you? I came to Hangzhou just to avenge my righteous brother, and I am not interested in your White Lotus Sect. I am not interested in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. If the Zen master understands me, we will give up. Otherwise, I will sit here and watch you rot and feed the fish bit by bit. Your figure is enough for the fish in this lake to have a full meal." Han Yuyan smiled.

When Zen Master Kongling heard this, he looked at Han Yuyan in front of him and said, "You are just for revenge?"

"Then what do you think I'm here to do? Hangzhou is so close to Yingtian Mansion, what's the difference between preaching here and suicide?" Han Yuyan said.

"It's true?"
Chapter completed!