The Arhat Fist that was agreed, how did it become the palm of the Tathagata?

Xiao Xun could only look at Yuanqiu as if asking for help.

Xuanji and Xuankong were not there, and Yuanqiu was the only yellow-clothed monk with the highest status.

Yuanqiu was also very helpless, worried that he was the same as Xiao Xun, and didn't believe in the character of this old gambler at all.

After thinking about it, he felt that Hui Wu's meridians were blocked, and punching a master on the ground list was probably the same as scratching an itch, so he shouldn't anger this old gambler. "Since Master Feng must let you punch this punch, then let Master Feng complete it." Yuanqiu pondered.

"This..." Xiao Xun hesitated, looked at Feng Jiuzhi, and said in a discussing tone, "Is it okay if we don't fight?" "If we don't fight, let's continue to gamble."

Feng Jiu pointed, his eyes were still staring at the three spinning dice, 26 strange colors flashed in his eyes.

Why not stop?

Xiao Xun was helpless, thinking that this old gambler must have made up his mind, after this punch, he continued to gamble.

Isn't that what gamblers are all about?

Lost once and refused to accept, lost twice and had to pay back, lost three times unwilling to be reconciled... always lose and always gamble, borrow after losing, sell after borrowing... Feng Jiuzhi stood in the middle of an open space in the inn lobby, with his hands behind his back, his face was calm, calm and unhurried.

Xiao Xun stood opposite Feng Jiuzhi, took a deep breath, clenched his right fist, took a step forward, and punched out.

In the eyes of everyone, this was an unremarkable punch, without strength or style.

In Xiao Xun's eyes, this was also a punch he swung at random, and he didn't deliberately increase the force.

Before the fist came close to him, Feng Jiuzhi also felt that the punch was very ordinary and had no strength.

After the fist touched the shirt in front of the chest...

Feng Jiu's mind went blank for a moment.

Followed by.

A gust of blood welled up his throat, Feng Jiuzhi subconsciously closed his lips, suppressing the urge to spurt blood.

There was a bit of bewilderment in his eyes.

After feeling the situation in his own body, Feng Jiuzhi stared blankly at Xiao Xun in front of him.

Xiao Xun punched out, and quickly retreated to Yuanqiu's side, with an embarrassed smile on his face.

From the corner of his fingers, Feng Jiu caught a glimpse of the three dice that were still spinning on the table, and a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.

He took a deep look at Xiao Xun...

Feng Jiu pressed his lips tightly, without saying a word, turned around and walked out of the inn slowly.

"This old gambler is quite trustworthy." Xiao Xun muttered in a low voice, heaving a sigh of relief.

Yuanqiu nodded, glanced at Xiao Xun, said with a smile, "Hui Wu, thanks to you this time."

The rest of the monks also looked at Xiao Xun curiously.

Xiao Xun grinned, quickly waved his hands and said humbly: "It's all thanks to everyone's concerted efforts and Buddha's blessing that we can repel this old gambler."

Having said that, I am quite pleased with myself.

Although your strength is higher than mine, you don't know how to use your brain, let alone science~. On the other side.

After Feng Jiuzhi left the inn, he walked along the street towards the casino.

On the way, they met Xuanji, Xuankong, Huixu, Zhang Cuifeng, Song Qinglun and other true martial arts disciples who had returned.

"Feng Nine Fingers!"

The faces of all the people turned cold.

Feng Jiuzhi raised his head and stopped.

"I lost."

Feng Jiuzhi's voice was hoarse, as if all the flesh and blood in his throat had been crushed.

when speaking.

There was blood and flesh overflowing from the mouth.

Everyone stared at Feng Jiuzhi coldly.

Bang~!

The next moment, Feng Jiuzhi's upper body exploded abruptly.

Everyone was terrified and stunned, and they were all dumbfounded on the spot.

what's the situation?

what happened?

What happened to Feng Jiuzhi? "what happened?"

A disciple of the True Martial Sect swallowed his saliva and said in panic. "Go, go back to the inn."

Xuan Kong seemed to have thought of something suddenly, his expression froze, and he hurriedly moved his steps again.

After everyone left.

A young man in white holds a pen in one hand and a booklet in the other.After standing in front of Feng Jiuzhi's head and looking it over, he wrote in the pamphlet: "Feng Jiuzhi, No. 36 on the list, his chest exploded, the cause of death is unknown, he had confronted Shaolin Xuanji, Xuankong, and Zhenwu sect Zhang Cuifeng before his death. After closing the booklet, the man looked in the direction of the inn, and said to himself in doubt: "Could it be that there are Shaolin eminent monks protecting you in the dark?"

Xuankong, Xuanji and the others returned to the inn, and seeing all the Shaolin disciples present, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "Uncle Master."

A group of Shaolin disciples greeted him.

"Are you all right?" Xuankong asked with concern. "Master Yuanqiu is injured."

Huiren, who was supporting Yuanqiu, said quickly. "I'm fine."

Seeing everyone looking over, Yuanqiu shook his head and said with a smile, "Thanks to Huiwu this time, otherwise we would have lost to Feng Jiuzhi." A group of people looked at Xiao Xun, Xuan Kong, Xuan Ji, Zhang Cuifeng and the few people who came back from the outside had strange expressions on their faces.

Xiao Xun showed a shy smile, and said modestly: "I just shook the dice cylinder." "Tell me about the specific process." Xuan Kong ordered. "good."

Yuanqiu nodded, and then told the truth about the encounter with Feng Jiuzhi, and Huizhi and Huiren beside him added a few words emphatically.

After Xuan Kong, Xuan Ji, Zhang Cuifeng, Song Qinglun and others listened, they all looked at Xiao Xun in amazement.

Winning Feng Jiuzhi twice in a row?

You know, Feng Jiuzhi is not only a top player in the local rankings, but also the number 190 of this 'old gambler', who claims to win every bet. "You won Feng Jiuzhi's bet twice?" Song Qinglun couldn't believe it.

He lost himself in the gambling house, and the little monk in front of him actually won Feng Jiuzhi twice?

"It's not a win, it's just the points I rolled out, that's all that the benefactor of the wind didn't guess right." Xiao Xun said modestly.Xuankong smiled and said: "I didn't see it, Huiwu, you still have yourself." Xiao Xun smiled, thinking that I just know a little more science than you.

"Who killed Feng Jiuzhi?" Xuan Ji asked suddenly.

The inn suddenly fell silent.

Yuanqiu hesitated, "Is Feng Jiuzhi dead?"

Zhang Cuifeng opened his mouth and told everyone about Lu Yufeng's Nine Fingers.

Yuanqiu, Huizhi, Huiren and all the disciples of Bodhidharma Institute subconsciously looked at Xiao Xun.

Before Feng Jiuzhi left the inn, only Xiao Xun punched him.

Xiao Xun's heart was trembling, and he whispered: "Before he left the inn, he asked his disciple to punch him, and the disciple just punched him lightly." While speaking, Xiao Xun stretched out his right fist lightly.

Everyone looked at Xiao Xun's fist as white as mutton fat jade, and all dispelled their doubts.

Even Xiao Xun himself didn't feel that he could kill a top player with a random punch. "Why did Feng Jiuzhi come to this small town?" Yuanqiu asked suddenly, his eyes swept over Song Qinglun.

What happened tonight can be said to be caused by Song Qinglun.

Chapter 74

"Qing Lun, tell the masters the truth about your encounter with Feng Jiuzhi," Zhang Cuifeng ordered.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Song Qinglun held back his embarrassment and said, "Recently, I just learned a technique of teleporting objects, and I wanted to go to the gambling house to try out the results, but I didn't expect to meet Feng Jiuzhi.

He didn't reveal his identity at the time, I thought he was just an ordinary gambler in this small town...

As for why he appeared in this small town..."

At the end, Song Qinglun shook his head, also very puzzled.

Zhang Cuifeng pondered and said: "I went to pick up Qinglun before, and I was forced to gamble with him. It seems that his goal is not the real martial arts."

"If it's not real martial arts, then it's Shaolin?"

A group of Shaolin monks were thinking silently, with strange colors flashing across their faces.

"Aiming at Shaolin?" Xiao Xun thought of the letter from Master Xuan Chi's uncle, and felt a little terrified for a while.

This time out, Xuanji, the head of the Dharma Academy, followed, so it should be safe.

How did you come across such a dangerous thing just after leaving Shaolin?

"This Cuifeng is not a simple person. It was clearly caused by Song Qinglun. With just one word, he blamed it on Shaolin."

Xiao Xun glanced at Zhang Cuifeng secretly.

Some people can't tell whether what this person said just now is a sincere analysis, or deliberately assigning the responsibility to Shaolin.

"It's getting late, and we have to hurry tomorrow morning, so let's all go back to bed first," Xuan Kong said.

"Yes."

A group of Shaolin disciples responded and went back to their respective houses.

in the room.

"This material is not simple."

Yuanqiu looked at a black dice and said uncertainly, "It seems to be Shushan Moyu."

"Shushan Black Jade? What is that?" Xiao Xun was curious, and there were two black dice in his hand.

These three dice were specially taken out by Feng Jiuzhi during the second gamble.

"Shushan is a place name. Moyu is a kind of jade and also a kind of natural ink. It is a treasure in Shushan."

Yuanqiu introduced, recalled for a while, and pondered, "Feng Jiuzhi did gamble with a great sage from Shushan Moqingyuan"."

"Book mountain treasure?" Xiao Xun's eyes lit up, and he thought that it would be worthwhile for him to win two rounds in a row.

"Put it away, you won it." Yuanqiu smiled, and handed back the black dice in his hand to Xiao Xun.

Xiao Xun didn't pick it up, and said: "This one should be regarded as a disciple's tribute to the uncle."

"Little slippery boy, the uncle doesn't need your filial piety." Yuanqiu cursed with a smile, and threw the black dice into Xiao Xun's hand with a light throw.Xiao Xun scratched his head in embarrassment, turned around to look at Hui Zhi and Hui Ren beside him, stretched out his hand, and said, "Uncle Master doesn't want it, so let's break up?" Hui Zhi and Hui Ren looked at each other, shook their heads together, Hui Zhi smiled and said: "You don't get paid for nothing, Junior Brother Huiwu, you just keep it." "Uh..."

Xiao Xun paused, but did not force it.

I said in my heart that it was the first time for me to be generous, and I divided my food among others, but I haven't divided it yet.

It seems that God still wants me to be stingy, so I should continue to eat alone in the future.

After putting away the three dice, Xiao Xun couldn't help asking about Feng Jiuzhi. "Uncle, who do you think sent Feng Jiuzhi, and who killed it?" Xiao Xun looked at Yuanqiu.

Huizhi and Huiren also looked curious.

"Feng Jiuzhi is a master of the local rankings. He has been famous for a long time and has been in various gambling houses. It may be a coincidence that he appeared in this small town this time." Yuanqiu analyzed, "But he provoked Song Qinglun. Happened to meet.

But he came to the inn specifically to deal with us, this is by no means a coincidence.

As for who sent it?Are we going to deal with the real martial arts faction, or are we going to deal with Shaolin?Who was killed again..." Xiao Xun, Huizhi, and Huiren looked at Yuanqiu anxiously.

Yuanqiu spread his hands and said with a smile, "How do I know?"

Xiao Xun, Huizhi, and Huiren were all speechless, Xiao Xun said quietly: "Master, have you heard a word?" "Oh? What is it?" Yuanqiu was curious, Huizhi and Huiren also asked He looked at Xiao Xun.Xiao Xun sighed and said, "Listening to what you have to say is like listening to what you have to say."

Yuanqiu, Huizhi, and Huiren were taken aback for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing.

Inn, another room.

Zhang Cuifeng, Song Qinglun and other five members of the Zhenwu faction gathered together. "Qing Lun, what's going on?" Zhang Cuifeng asked in a deep voice.

"Doesn't Fifth Master Uncle know?" Song Qinglun's eyes flickered, and his voice was a little weak.

"This is not a trivial matter. Feng Jiuzhi is dead, which shows how cruel the people behind the scenes are."

Zhang Cuifeng said coldly, "If you hide anything, you will only ask for trouble."

Song Qinglun recalled Feng Jiuzhi's appearance when he died, and felt a little fear in his heart. After hesitating for a moment, he said in a low voice, "I don't know why Feng Jiuzhi appeared in that gambling house. At that time, he took out a book Shanmo Dice made of jade, attracting me to gamble." "v Shushan Moyu? "

Zhang Cuifeng whispered, glanced sideways at Song Qinglun, thoughtfully, and said, "No wonder you bet with him three games in a row." Song Qinglun didn't speak anymore, feeling a little irritable.

What happened tonight made him very upset, and it also greatly affected his reputation.