Chapter 855 The Monk Pretending to Be a Tramp

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A strange atmosphere began to permeate the bridge hole, and all the homeless looked at Xingyu in horror and became shivering.

No one knew how Xingyu did it. Looking at the potholes that were knocked out of the wall, the homeless swallowed hard, and no one dared to move the cans of beer scattered on the ground. .

Everyone was terrified by Xingyu.

"Am I so strong?" Xingyu looked at his hands for a while before he could hold back such a sentence.

The other homeless people all stared at Xingyu, daring not to move at all.

Xingyu took a deep breath, and then reluctantly accepted the status quo. He pretended to calmly glanced at the homeless people around him, and roared in a deep voice: "Wherever it came from, go back to me, and if you make trouble here, don't let it go. Blame me for being rude!"

In order to help the momentum, Xingyu also gathered spiritual power on the soles of his feet and stepped on it with one foot.

boom!

A pit was stepped on by Xingyu directly on the ground, and suddenly a group of homeless people knelt on the ground, kowtowing to Xingyu, shouting for mercy.

Even Xingyu himself was startled, but fortunately his panic was not seen by other homeless people, so Xingyu's image has not collapsed.

Returning to a calm state, Xingyu glanced at the homeless people kneeling on the ground, and whispered: "Get out of here!"

Frightened by Xingyu's voice, a group of homeless people turned out as Xingyu said, hugging their heads and rolling out.

Soon, only Xingyu and the tramp who had rescued him were left in the shed.

Xingyu noticed that the homeless man was still in the shed, and couldn't help being a little surprised.

"Aren't you... afraid?" Xingyu, the homeless man, asked.

The tramp just looked at Xingyu quietly, without speaking or making any movement.

"It's alright if you're not afraid, I was about to ask you a question, but I scared everyone away just now... Fortunately, you're still here." Xingyu said with a smile, bending over to pick up the roll Beer aside.

"We're drinking and... poof!"

Xingyu just turned around with the beer,

He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

Xingyu flew out, smashed through the wall, and fell to the ground.

"Cough cough!" Xingyu spat out a mouthful of blood, clutching his stomach and raising his head with difficulty, only to see the homeless man looking at him coldly and walking towards him slowly.

Kaka!

The tramp stepped on the beer can in front of him, came to Xingyu, stretched out his dirty hand, grabbed Xingyu's collar, and lifted Xingyu up.

"How did you find this place?" The homeless man looked at Xingyu and asked in a cold voice.

"I, I..." Xingyu didn't understand what happened, and didn't know why this homeless man suddenly became like this.

Although Xingyu has not yet figured out what happened, Xingyu now knows that this homeless man is definitely a monk!

The punch that the tramp hit on Xingyu's stomach just now directly shook out the little spiritual power in Xingyu's body, and now Xingyu can't use any strength.

An ordinary person can never do this.

Xingyu couldn't figure out what was the reason why a monk would be willing to live in such a cold and humid place.

Even a rookie who has just stepped into the cultivation world, as long as he can use his spiritual power, can live comfortably in the world of ordinary people. It is impossible for a monk to live with a group of homeless people.

boom!

Before Xingyu could say anything, the homeless man hit his stomach again, and Xingyu coughed up a pool of blood and sprayed it on the homeless man's face.

But the tramp didn't care about Xingyu's blood at all, and still looked at Xingyu coldly and asked, "How did you find this place?"

"Who, who are you?" Xingyu looked at the homeless man weakly, not knowing what kind of grudge he had with him.

He, a monk, came here to pretend to be a homeless man, and now he can't help but beat himself up, which makes Xingyu feel extremely aggrieved.

Hearing Xingyu's words, the homeless sneered at the corner of his mouth, and threw Xingyu directly at the corner of the wall, condensing a spiritual blade in his palm, which was breathtaking.

"It's all here, don't you admit it?" The tramp looked at Xingyu and sneered, "I've been hiding here and still won't let me go. Since you guys are going to kill them all, then I'm welcome."

"Wait!" Xingyu, seeing the murderous intent in the vagrant's eyes, secretly called out bad luck, and hurriedly shouted.

Now Xingyu finally understands that he must have misunderstood something by using his spiritual power just now.

Xingyu estimated that the monk was hiding here and pretending to be a homeless just to avoid some kind of vendetta.

Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for a cultivator to come to such a place where homeless people gather. The monks were all at the top of the society, and naturally they would not come to such a dark, damp, and foul-smelling place.

It is normal for homeless people to misunderstand Xingyu.

After all, in the vagabond's view, apart from the people who were chasing him, it was impossible for any cultivator to come here.

"Do you want to say a last word?" The tramp looked at Xingyu and smiled coldly, "Or do you want to tell the Chen family my news during this time?"

"I've killed seventeen or eighteen bounty hunters like you, and I'm not worse than you."

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!" Xingyu groaned inwardly when he heard Wanderer's words, and wanted to stand up, but didn't have the strength.

"Bad excuse." The homeless man walked up to Xingyu, raised his hand, and his eyes were full of murderous intent, "One last breath of air."

There was a flash of struggle in Xingyu's eyes, frantically mobilizing the spiritual power in his body, but Xingyu couldn't make any effective resistance at all, and could only watch the homeless slash at him.

"Am I going to die like this?" Seeing the sneer on the homeless face, Xingyu felt unwilling.

"Let him go."

Just when Xingyu closed his eyes and waited for death, a calm voice rang in the ears of Xingyu and the homeless man, causing Xingyu to open his eyes suddenly.

Uncle!

Hearing this familiar voice, Xingyu was instantly ecstatic.

The homeless man stopped his movements abruptly, the spirit blade in his hand disappeared, and turned to look gloomily, only to see Zhang Ziling leaning on the wall leisurely, looking at him with a smile.

Next to Zhang Ziling, those homeless people who were seriously injured by Xingyu did not know when they were cured by Zhang Ziling, and at this moment they had fled far away.

The homeless man squinted at Zhang Ziling, his eyes full of coldness.

"Are you his accomplice?" the tramp asked coldly.

"It has nothing to do with you." Zhang Ziling's fingertips ignited a cluster of black flames, which instantly made the cold bridge ablaze.

"You just need to know now..."

"If you touch him again, you will die."

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