(The fifth chapter is more likely to be out after 3 a.m., everyone goes to bed early and watch it tomorrow morning.)

"I am merciful! I think I can easily hurt my monk with a gun? Humph!"

Then, the crazy monk who fell into the woods jumped out again. The crazy monk in a coarse cloth dress was like a glaring Vajra falling from the sky. When he landed in front of Liu Feng, his feet were stomping on the ground, making the ground tremble.

Whoosh!

Liu Feng performed extremely well at this time, and his steps were not moving, but his figure had retreated more than ten meters away from behind and went directly to Han Yichen's side.

"Wind, don't be afraid, I have a gun."

Han Yichen was also frightened by the crazy monk's kung fu. He still pulled the trigger and fired at the crazy monk, and muttered: "It's paralyzed, why doesn't this heavy machine gun spit fire? Spray it quickly, da da da..."

"I'll go!"

Liu Feng covered his forehead with his hand and cursed speechlessly: "Are you stupid? The bullets are gone, are you empty after you haven't heard it? You can't hear it? You can spray bullets by dubbing with your mouth?"

Depend on!

Han Yichen roared, threw the heavy machine gun on the ground, and asked with a confused look on his face: "What should I do next?"

"What else can I do? Just fight!"

Liu Feng said with great enthusiasm that he wanted to fight, and then pushed Han Yichen forward, "You are senior brother, you go."

"Your sister!" Han Yichen took a step back, "My master is your master's younger brother. In fact, if you understand, you can also be my senior brother."

"I'm going, are you so shameless?"

"I have saved you once in Korea. Now your kung fu is better than me. When you meet a strong enemy, you should go to the front no matter what.

Han Yichen was faster than the rabbit at this time, and retreated behind Liu Feng with a whoosh.

Haha, haha!

Liu Feng smiled bitterly, turned around and looked at the crazy monk, and said in a tentative tone: "Well, this master is a master of Taoism at first glance. Maybe he is not someone who came to participate in the Qianlong List Competition, nor is he who came to trouble us at all. Why do we have to be so scared? Master, are I right?"

"I am merciful to you. I will only ask one question, who is Liu Feng from you two?" asked the crazy monk.

"I'm not!"

"He is..."

Liu Feng and Han Yichen spoke at the same time, and then Liu Feng had the idea of ​​killing Han Yichen. He was really not afraid of opponents like gods, but feared teammates like pigs!

Han Yichen also covered his mouth at the same time, and then asked in a low voice: "Well, am I saying the wrong thing?"

"Yes, you're right."

Without Liu Feng's answer, the crazy monk stepped up and said, "Boy, I'm here to find Liu Feng. You said nothing wrong. This matter has nothing to do with you. You stand aside and watch?"

Alas!

Han Yichen took two steps back and said in an inquiring tone: "Master, do you mean I can leave?"

"Can't!"

The crazy monk said, "You just don't have to die now. After all, you guy shot me just now. If I didn't hide quickly, I would be killed by you. So, after I kill Liu Feng, it will be your turn."

Depend on!

Han Yichen was so angry that he almost sweared.

Bang!

Liu Feng raised his hand and snapped his fingers, which was so relieved.

"Liu Feng, I should kill you now."

The crazy monk walked towards Liu Feng and said viciously: "Let you know that Shi Chanxin is my disciple, and I am here to avenge him. I originally wanted to give you a chance to participate in the Qianlong List Competition and get a good ranking for our China, but when I learned about your series of evil deeds, I changed my mind. A scum like you is not worthy of participating in the Qianlong List Competition."

While speaking, the crazy monk raised his fleshy slap.

Liu Feng had no doubt at all. The monk slapped him with a slap. No matter how good he was, he might have to die.

"etc!"

Liu Feng waved his hand and said, "Crazy monk, right? I don't think of you, you are not my opponent at all, do you believe?"

"I'll go! My Buddha can't be compassionate after hearing this. I'm not your opponent?" The crazy monk almost laughed at by Liu Fengqi.

Liu Feng raised his hand, took out an ordinary pistol, and shook it in his hand: "I heard that your crazy monk is unparalleled in the world. Can your hard qigong and Shaolin Golden Bell Cover block stop bullets?"

"Bad, can you?" asked the crazy monk.

"I can! Do you dare to compete with me? How about we shoot one-on-three?"

Liu Feng said confidently: "I'll ask you to shoot me first. We will fight each other one by one, until three shots. Let's see who can't stand it. Do you dare?"

"This..." The crazy monk was really stopped by Liu Feng.

Liu Feng was very proud and stuffed the pistol into the crazy monk's hand, patted his chest and said, "Come on, fight, you can come first. But I agreed that I can only hit the torso, not hit the head."

"Okay! You dare, don't you?" The crazy monk pointed his gun at Liu Feng's chest and pulled the trigger hard.

Bang!

The gunshot sounded, and the bullets shot a hole with white smoke in Liu Feng's chest.

Liu Feng was shocked by the inertia of the bullet and then took two steps back, but he did not fall down, and even blood did not flow out even a trace of it.

"You really blocked the bullet?"

At this moment, the crazy monk's eyes were as big as a copper bell, "How is it possible? He is practicing hard skills, and I'm afraid he doesn't have this power, right?"

"Haha! Crazy monk, only God knows how great a human potential is."

Liu Feng raised his hand and pointed to the sky, then pointed at the crazy monk, "You may not have tried it yourself, so you dare not try it? My martial arts level is not as good as you. I haven't practiced martial arts for a long time, but I did it, are you not convinced?"

The crazy monk was asked with a blue face, and then he handed the gun to Liu Feng, "Come on, you can shoot me too, you can block the bullets, can't I?"

While speaking, the crazy monk stole a steadily, his whole body was full of true energy, and the coarse cloth clothes on his body were automatically blown away without wind, which really exuded the power of a demon-subduing Arhat.

"Are you ready?" The pistol turned into Liu Feng's hand. An ordinary pistol turned into a dark ruler with a gun length of 27 cm and a dark body like a magic trick.

The crazy monk had a rude personality, so he naturally didn't notice this detail. He nodded solemnly and said, "Come on, your chest and stomach are as you as you. I am more skilled than you, and you can hit your legs."

Bang!

Liu Feng was not polite. Before the crazy monk could finish his words, he pulled the trigger.

The bullet exploded on the crazy monk's chest, and a splash of plasma splattered.

"Ah...this..." The crazy monk was shocked and staggered back.

Bang, bang!

But Liu Feng was not going to talk nonsense to him, and two more shots fired, one bullet exploded on the crazy monk's calf, and another bullet was nailed to his stomach.

What legendary level and martial arts despise the world, but in the face of truly powerful guns, they are all scumbags.

But no matter what, this crazy monk was really fierce. He was not dead after hitting three consecutive times. He just took a few steps back and sat on the ground.

"This, this, this, why? I can't stop the bullet, why can you?" The crazy monk looked painful and puzzled.

At this time, Liu Feng pulled out a bullet from the bullet hole in his chest and said with a smile: "Master, there is a thing in this world called a bulletproof vest. Have you never heard of it?"
Chapter completed!