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Chapter 42 The power of the sad and crisp breeze is a bit unsatisfactory

The evening is amiable and the sun is shining, and the coolness of the afternoon is slightly hot.

The breeze in Chang'an is as strong as it can be, and ten monks do not return empty-handed.

Next to the Zhuangyan Temple, a somewhat secluded place on the side of the wall of the Peace Square.

A gust of wind blew by, adding a bit of coolness to the scorching weather.

Standing in the crowd, Kong Qing, dressed in white like snow, showed no trace of fear on his handsome face. On the contrary, in his calm eyes, he looked at these fierce monks with a look A feeling of pity.

"It's not that the poor are in your hands, it's that you are in the hands of the poor!"

After hearing Kong Qing's words, Monk Jingyan and the others looked at each other, and burst into bursts of laughter.

"We have fallen into your hands, hahahaha..."

"Could this little Taoist be stupid?"

"There are so many of us, you actually feel that we have fallen into your hands..."

"..."

Amidst these piercing laughter, a big-armed monk walked over shyly, probably because of the large number of people on his side, as if he was sure that Kong Qing would not dare to fight back, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Kong Qing. up.

"You damn little Taoist priest, you have wasted such a long time waiting, and now you are still honest..."

Before the monk finished speaking, he saw Kong Qing raised a hand, easily blocked the palm that the monk grabbed, and then turned his body slightly, turning the scabbard of the bronze long sword in his hand After that, he poked hard on his stomach.

"Ugh..."

The monk who stood up carelessly and wanted to grab Kong Qing had no idea that he would suffer such a heavy blow. His body arched back, his tongue stuck out, and he staggered back two steps. , holding his belly with both hands, he fell to the ground at one end, his body curled up like a worm.

After seeing Kong Qing easily knocked down one of his senior brothers, Monk Jing Yan was not only not angry, but laughed happily.

"Originally, XX didn't intend to hurt you at all, but just wanted to take you back according to Uncle Fazheng's order, but you dared to resist, then don't blame our brothers for not being serious. Come on, come with me Come on, I'm going to give this damned little Taoist a good job today."

Following the order of Monk Jing Yan, the monks surrounding them seemed to be training in the monastery. After a neat cry, they raised the short sticks in their hands one by one, like the tide, from Surrounded towards Kong Qing.

At this dangerous moment of being outnumbered, Kong Qing still had no fear on his face, he just stretched out his hand lightly and snapped his fingers.

"time up!"

Following Kong Qing's voice, these people who had only rushed two or three steps suddenly staggered, stopped one by one, covered their chests with their hands, and coughed loudly.

At this moment, a Taoist priest in white had already seized the opportunity and started to act. Like an agile cheetah, he held the ancient bronze sword in his hand and quickly rushed towards the monks who were planning to beat him up past.

Sweep!

Click!

Kick!

boxing!

Although Kong Qing restrained himself very much and didn't really draw out his sword to kill, but even so, he still rushed left and right in the crowd of these monks, knocking down one at a time, as if he went straight into the land of no one.

This scene immediately made the leader of the group of monks, Monk Jing Yan, very puzzled.

"Brothers, what are you doing...cough cough..."

Before Monk Jing Yan could ask the doubts in his heart, suddenly, like other monks, he started coughing without warning.

"Cough cough..."

And the most frightening thing is that once this cough started, it never stopped, and then Monk Jing Yan felt a sharp pain in his eyes, and he couldn't open them at all, and the big tears seemed to be determined. Like a dike, it poured out from the eye sockets in an endless stream.

"How about it, who did we fall into whose hands?"

Through the tears in his eyes, Monk Jingyan seemed to see a vague figure slowly walking towards him, and the voice of that nasty little Taoist priest sounded in his ears.

"Pindao's little method is colorless and odorless, and no one can detect it, so it is called "breeze". , called "crispy", combined, it is called sad crisp breeze!"

I don't know if it was his own illusion, but Monk Jing Yan seemed to hear a trace of regret in the voice of the little Taoist priest, as if he was not very satisfied with this vicious poison.

"How is it, this bald...monk, the name of this means of the poor way, is it both trustworthy and elegant?"

Listening to the little Taoist's voice as if showing off, Monk Jing Yan blinked his eyes hard, trying to make himself see more clearly, but no matter how much he blinked and tears were squeezed out, there would still be tears in his eyes the next moment. more tears.

"Nai Weng fought with you..."

Monk Jing Yan felt himself roaring, and then threw himself on the black shadow shaking in front of him, but when he had just jumped halfway, he felt that his limbs were weak and his whole body was weak.

Pfft!
Kong Qing looked at the burly monk in front of him and muttered something feebly, then threw himself towards the place where there was no one on his left, and then fell to the ground with a thud, like a fish out of water, with a big mouth panting.

At this time, when Monk Jing Yan fell to the ground, through his eyes overflowing with tears, he could vaguely see his other brothers lying on the ground.

This damned little Taoist priest, what did he do to us?
Just when this somewhat desperate thought flashed through Monk Jingyan's mind, a black shadow in his tear-filled eyes was getting closer and closer.

puff!
The ancient bronze sword in Kong Qing's hand slapped Monk Jing Yan's face with a strong wind, directly hitting him from the posture of leaning forward into a backward posture, and after Kong Qing withdrew the ancient bronze sword in his hand, Jing Yan Monk Yan rolled his eyes and fell limp to the ground.

"call……"

Xinshou made up for the last blow, after knocking down Jing Yan, the last monk who planned to surround and beat him.Kong Qing turned the hilt of the ancient bronze sword in his hand very chicly, inserted the ancient sword back into his back, then bent down, took back a white bottle from the mouth of the little milk cat under his feet, and put it The bottle cap was re-corked.

"Sorrowful crisp breeze..."

Kong Qing casually tossed the bottle in his hand, a complex expression flashed across his face.

This thing is indeed just like its description, and it is very simple to use: just uncork the bottle, and the poisonous water inside will turn into steam, like a breeze blowing the body, making people unconscious, and even the system has rated it as The ogre Gao Zan, who is already equal to the establishment of the foundation, did not realize that Kong Qing started poisoning him when he was talking to him...

But the latter sentence is open to question.

’ After waiting until the eyes were stinging, the poisonous gas had rushed into the brain, and the whole body of the victim was so soft that he could not move. '

After the field test, Kong Qing felt that this explanation should actually add a sentence:
For demons and ghosts, practitioners are completely ineffective!

A small success in cultivating evil methods, whose strength is only equivalent to that of the foundation-building ogre Gao Zan, even without fully manifesting the true body of the Yaksha ghost, stood in the poisonous gas of the sad crisp breeze for a long time without saying anything , and fought with Kong Qing...

It turned out that there was no sign of poisoning at all.

It's outrageous!
"So, is the upper limit of this thing an ordinary person?"

Kong Qing put the rest of the sad crisp breeze back into his pocket with a bit of dismay.

Originally, he was full of expectations for this thing...

But now it seems that the sad crisp breeze is not as strong as in the explanation, and it is a tasteless one for the current Kong Qing.

Kong Qing himself can win the fight against someone who can be overwhelmed by the sad breeze.And those masters who Kong Qing can't win, like Su Qingfeng, have nothing to do with them.

How depressed!
After putting away the sad breeze, Kong Qing's eyes turned to the monks who fell on the ground.

How to deal with this gang of thieves and monks?Kong Qing couldn't help feeling a little bit embarrassed...

In broad daylight, the sky is bright, if all these monks are killed, it seems a bit inappropriate.

But if they just let them go like this, Kong Qing felt that his thoughts were a bit incomprehensible.

"Forget it, let's identify each of them one by one and see the crime value before we talk..."

As he said that, Kong Qing lowered his head, hugged Nai Yazi who was circling around his feet, and walked towards the fallen monks.

"Who to start with?"

　Thanks to the original boss for the reward, the boss is righteous!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)