Urban Hidden Dragon

Nagging nagging...

The sound of wooden fish tapping suddenly stopped.

The giant Buddha lowered his eyebrows!

The monks' eyes closed slightly!

Liao Laitou panicked for the first time.

Hiding behind the three elderly monks at the back, "Abbott! You have to save me, Abbot! I am your nephew! You can't just watch me die!"

Then the three figures remained motionless as if they had entered trance.

Wang Han passed through the monks and rushed toward Liao Laitou.

Liao Laitou's face gradually became more ferocious, thinking that he was probably going to die here today, so it would be better to make life difficult for others before he died.

My stomach bulged.

Liao Laitou breathed in!

Pout and spit!

A jet of black venom spurted out from his mouth, trying to spray some on those disciples.

Unexpectedly, a Qi body barrier suddenly spread out from behind the three old monks, blocking the venom behind them.

Wang Han has arrived!

Liao Laitou's expression changed drastically!

"Ninth Young Master! We can negotiate! I know many secrets! As long as you don't kill me, I can tell you!"

Wang Han was already murderous!

The Qi bottle in his hand was clasped downwards!

It hit Liao Lai between his head and his eyebrows.

The Dragon Winding Technique is running wildly!

Although Liao Laitou used the Turtle Breathing Technique to pretend to be dead and get through.

But after all, he was beaten half to death by Wang Han with a bottle of Qi Body, and he was still injured at this moment.

Wang Han let out a low roar in his throat!

A twist of the fingers!

The Qi Ping directly sucked out the remaining Qi bodies in Liao Laitou's body!

Liao Laitou staggered!

On the way back!

Wang Han performs a powerful Vajra Kick!

It hit Liao Lai on the head and between his legs!

Liao Laitou howled and became a Bakugan boy!

"This kick! I gave it to you for the girl down the mountain who was raped by you!"

Wang Han turned around and kicked him again!

Liao Laitou's body was kicked diagonally upward!

Half of the ribs were broken!

Eyeballs pop out!

A mouthful of blood came out of his mouth!

"This kick! I gave it to you for the brother down the mountain who was killed by you!"

Before Liao Lai's head and body hit the ground, Wang Han kicked him again!

With a click!

The other half of the ribs were all broken!

"This kick! I gave it to you for that kind old mother!"

Liao Lai's head and feet had just landed on the ground and he still couldn't stand firm.

Wang Han's palm landed on Liao Lai's head and chest!

It can be seen with the naked eye that the spine on the back of Liao Lai's head is sticking out!

A clear palm print appeared on the back!

Liao Laitou opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs!

"This palm! I give it to you for those innocent people who were harmed by you!"

Liao Laitou staggered!

The moment you are about to fall!

The Qi bottle in Wang Han's hand was facing Liao Lai's head, and the Qi body spat out!

A bloody hole the size of a fist appeared on Liao Lai's head and neck!

"This style! I give it to you for my eldest sister and her aborted child!"

Liao Lai's head and chin were stained with blood, and the look in his eyes gradually disappeared.

In order to prevent Liao Laitou from repeating the same trick of Turtle Breathing Technique, Wang Han used a charged roundhouse kick, breaking Liao Laitou's neck and the back of his head was pressed against his back!

Completely exasperated and dead!

Wang Han stood next to the corpse.

The anger in his eyes is hard to go away!

If this kind of scumbag dies, he will die!

But those innocent people will never live!

Pulling the body up, Wang Han walked outside.

When I walked to the middle of the monks sitting cross-legged in the square.

An old voice suddenly came from behind Wang Han.

"Donor! You can leave! But you have to keep his body!"

Wang Han turned his head and saw the abbot opening his eyes.

"Master! I'm afraid I can't follow your wishes! I have to watch him turn into ashes with my own eyes!" Wang Han said clearly.

The abbot stared at Wang Han calmly, "Donor, he is already dead! Why do you do this to a corpse? He has already died to apologize! Don't be too murderous, you should be compassionate!"

Wang Han pointed in the direction down the mountain, "Compassion? Master is full of compassion! Why don't you go out of this three-acre area and see how many innocent and kind people this bastard has killed! I didn't see him apologize with death! I only saw Before he died, he wanted to fight to the death and pull some backers!"

"Donor, the deceased has passed away! That is their karma! Why should you do this?"

Wang Han was extremely angry and laughed back, "Karma? Well, since the master has said karma! If I crush Liao Lai's head and raise his bones to ashes, that is also his karma, isn't it?"

The abbot looked at Wang Han calmly.

"Sharp teeth, sharp mouth, serious murder, donor, you have six impure roots!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thousands of monks in the square stood up, clasped their hands, and surrounded Wang Han in the center.

The atmosphere instantly solidified, and thousands of monks came out with majestic pressure and pressed towards Wang Han.

Wang Han sneered.

"Master! You are not calm!"

The abbot slowly stood up and said, "Donor, let's take a step back. He is also a disciple of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. You are asked to kill him, but you have to keep the body!"

"What if I don't!"

"Then the donor can try to see if he can take even half a step out of this Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple!" The abbot's eyes turned cold, his cassock moved without any wind, the sleeves of his large robe were bulging, and his whole body was surrounded by energy.

Wang Han was carrying Liao Laitou's body. He had experienced Liao Laitou's resurrection from the dead before. The more these monks behaved like this, the more Wang Han felt that there was a ghost among them!

You have to raise Liao Lai's head before you can stop!

The two looked at each other!

Wang Han suddenly raised his hand and took a photo between his eyebrows!

The abbot was stunned for a moment.

When Wang Han's palm landed on his eyebrows, the abbot grabbed Wang Han from the distance!

A big Qi body hand was formed out of thin air!

He grabbed Wang Han's wrist!

The abbot sneered coldly, "As expected of the young scoundrel taught by that old scoundrel! Such methods are really easy to come by!"

Wang Han could tell from the fact that the monks didn't help Liao Laitou just now that they would still be afraid of the Shilaohui!

If King Fan died here, the Shilaohui would definitely exalt these monks from Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple!

The abbot still didn't dare to take this risk!

Even if Wang Han commits suicide here, how can that old scoundrel Di Lao care about you? If my precious disciple lives in your Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, you will have to be buried with my precious disciple!

The abbot's beard trembled slightly, and the abbot sitting next to him spoke, "Donor, this poor monk understands your mood. You can crush him to ashes, but after all, he is a disciple of our Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. He has sinned in this life. It's very serious. Now that he has suffered retribution, the poor monk wants to save him and persuade him to do good deeds in the next life. How about this?"

Wang Han was carrying Liao Laitou's body. The more these monks behaved, the more Wang Han felt that something was wrong.

"If Master has to save him, that's not impossible. How about when he is cremated, you can save him beside him?"

The abbot pointed at Wang Han and was about to speak, but was stopped by the abbot. The abbot nodded and said, "Okay!"

Wang Han picked up Liao Laitou's body and turned around. Those bald donkeys still refused to give up their positions.

The abbot said, "Make way!"

After the words fell, these monks turned and made way.

Wang Han carried Liao Laitou's body down the mountain.

The abbot said angrily, "Abbott, this kid is determined to cremate Liao Laitou. Those things are still on Liao Laitou. If he burns them all, wouldn't it be..."

The abbot waved his hand, "Huineng! You're obsessed!"

The abbot clasped his hands together and said, "Disciple knows his mistake! But..."

"The poor monk has made his own decision! Follow him!"

From a distance, Wang Han saw the abbot and the abbot following him.

Glancing at the body of Liao Laitou in his hand, the other party must have other motives for wanting Liao Laitou's body so eagerly.

There are two possibilities that Wang Han can think of. One is that he still wants to resurrect Liao Laitou, but in Liao Laitou's case, even Daluo Jinxian will have to shake his head.

That's another possibility. There must be something in Liao Laitou that these monks want.

Ah Rong found the place where the corpses were cremated, and Wang Han also asked Ah Rong to bury Qiangzi's family.

When he put down Liao Laitou's body, Wang Han's hand had already passed over Liao Laitou's body.

When Wang Han put his hand on Liao Laitou's belly, he found that Liao Laitou's belly felt strange and wrinkled. He pulled it and found that it could be pulled off.

He glanced at it and saw that it was a piece of wrinkled leather with golden writing on it, so he crumpled it into a ball and hid it in his sleeve.

Just as they were about to light the fire for cremation, the abbot came over and said, "Donor, can you let us take another look at you before you are cremated!"

Wang Han nodded, "Master, please!"

The abbot and the abbot squatted down and pretended to chant sutras for Liao Laitou to save him, but in fact they were groping with one hand on Liao Laitou's body.

And the abbot's hand immediately touched Liao Laitou's belly.

Wang Han put his hands in his sleeves, not knowing what it was that made these two old bald donkeys come and pick it up in person.

After the two old bald donkeys looked at each other, they frowned at the same time and stood up.

The body was quickly cremated.

A group of monks went to liberate the innocent people who died in the village.

Wang Han looked at Liao Laitou who was gradually burning on the fire.

When the old bald donkey went away, Wang Han took out the thing just now.

After unfolding it, I found that it was actually written in Tibetan.

Ah Rong added a handful of firewood to the fire and was stunned when he saw what Wang Han was holding, "Golden Juice Scroll?"