Although the three transformations still cannot exert the true power of gunpowder and the combustion is not fierce enough, the hat still burns cleanly in an instant.

The master of hat and hat held a long knife in his hand and his feet were neither too small. He stood silently in front of the Jiangnan Ju Restaurant, his face was pitch black, with terrifying blisters in the middle, and his eyes were tightly closed, not knowing whether it was life or death.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and a trace of rage flashed through his eyes.

This mysterious master is still not dead.

But everyone was shocked for no reason. It was not this person who saved his life under such injuries. Because with the strength of the other party, it was not so easy to kill. What shocked Xia Qifei and the people in the Supervision Bureau the most was... this master who had always worn a hat... turned out to be a bald man!

Today, the world emphasizes filial piety. The so-called parents who receive their bodies and hair. No one will cut their hair randomly, let alone bald heads. The only person in the world who is allowed to walk with bald heads... is a monk.

Monks who believe in temples.

As everyone knows, ascetic monks have always loved the people and have never been associated with the struggles between the world... Why would this extremely powerful ascetic monk come to kill Xia Qifei today?

There was no time to think about this shocking question. Because the ascetic monk held up the terrifying long sword again, groaned, held the knife in both hands, and slashed towards Xia Qifei on the steps, as if it were crazy tigers. Thousands of troops were hard to bear!

A thousand troops are hard to bear, but a single flower can bear.

The desperate people on the stone steps only felt a breeze passing by in front of them, and a sea of ​​flowers was erected in front of them. In a moment, they drove away the bloody smell on the long street in front of the restaurant, and the fragrance was refreshing.

A pair of stable and gentle hands, carrying a basket of cheap silk flowers bought from Wuzhou, welcomed the sharp edge of the knife that was moving forward.

The knife came very quickly, and the hands were even faster. For some reason, the next moment, the flower basket was already hanging on the long knife.

The knife is extremely powerful. The flower basket is extremely light, but when the flower basket is gently hung on the tip of the knife, the long knife that has been steadily trembling and hanging down involuntarily, as if the flower basket is too heavy to add!

The sword was paused, and the ascetic monk holding the sword shouted violently, and his arms were full of true energy, as brave as he was to pick up the Great East Mountain!

With a thud, the flower basket finally couldn't resist the resistance of the amazing true energy of both sides. It was picked up by the tip of the knife and it was dispersed. The flower basket made of kudzu was pulled away in that seemingly paused time, and it shattered, turning into countless fragments and burst out, hitting the ground and making a crackling sound.

However, the silk flowers in the basket were stirred by the strong wind and flew up, dressing up like a long street that was already like a Shura killing field.

In the rain of petals, the girl wearing a floral cotton jacket was like a gust of wind, gently attacking the ascetic monk along the trembling long sword.

The ascetic monk came out his palm, and his palm was like a knife, but he could not stop the other party's swaying figure.

After a while, the gentle palms gently slapped the handle of the knife, then bounced out, piercing the edge of the ascetic monk's giant palm.

The ascetic cultivator screamed strangely, and a strange red color appeared on his cheek after being burned, forming a stir of true energy. His whole body retreated like a big bird.

Once you meet, the ascetic monk like a god of killing was defeated.

At this time, the sky was still raining, which contrasted with the bright moon in the blue night above Suzhou City, making it look particularly clear and beautiful.

The petals fell one after another, and the girl Haitang stood in the rain with a calm face, not chasing her, but just looked at the ascetic monk opposite her with a hint of sorrow.

Village girls occasionally have the most beautiful moments.

"The second sacrifice in the Qing Temple, why are you here?" Haitang said with a sad face.

The monk looked at her, recognized her identity, and shouted loudly: "Haitang Duoduo! Why are you here?"

Haitang lowered his head slightly and said softly: "I am with Fan Xian."

The ascetic monk was stunned, as if he did not expect that as the descendant of Haitang Tianyi Dao and the saint of Northern Qi, he would have said this reason so easily.

"I want to kill people today, don't stop me." The monk looked at her and said coldly.

Haitang frowned slightly, looked at the dead people in the middle of the long street, the broken limbs and pungent blood, and said softly: "You have killed enough people tonight, don't kill them."

It's not a request or a persuasion. Since Fan Xian was worried about Xia Qifei, he made a decision to let Haitang come and take a look. This represents absolute trust in Haitang. As for Haitang here, except for the legendary four immortals, as long as she said she would not kill people, no one could kill people anymore.

Although the ascetic was burned very hard, he could still see a hint of perseverance on his face. He looked at Haitang with a strange look, then turned around and left.

Without a road, the ascetic monk directly broke through a courtyard wall next to the street. With a rumbling sound, a big hole broke out on the wall, and his figure disappeared into the hole.
Chapter completed!