Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

In front of him, the bone gun was split in two from the tip and fell to the ground.

not far away.

Mao Qishui's complexion was as dull and stiff as the frozen atmosphere.

His pupils were filled with disbelief and horror.

The other side.

Si Junfeng's body was stiff in place, still maintaining the posture of slashing down with his sword.

There was just a crisp click.

On the ferocious bone sword, the dark magic flame had already dissipated, and the sword body broke in two and fell to the ground.

next second.

Si Junfeng's body suddenly fell to his knees.

In front of his chest, a golden crack passed through his chest, and the golden Buddha's light lasted for a long time.

The sound of "sizzling" was creepy.

"Pfft..." A mouthful of blood spurted out from the mouth of the demonic Si Junfeng, only in the scarlet pupils.

It is full of anger, killing intent, and a trace of fear that has never been seen before!

What angered Si Junfeng the most was that.

On the wound on his chest, the Buddha's light was like a gangrene attached to the bone, frantically hindering his [Magic Armor]'s self-healing.

It's not that Si Junfeng has never dealt with Buddhists.

However, the Buddha light of those so-called Buddhist eminent monks had never had such a restraining effect on him.

However, this weird monk in front of him, with that pure Buddha's light, can actually restrain the self-healing of the magic armor!

He had seen this from Si Yingcai before.

That's why he disregarded Mao Qishui's obstruction, and killed Tang Sanzhu painfully, trying to kill him with one blow.

Even if you pay a price for it.

Unfortunately.

Si Junfeng didn't take into account the current situation.

He was not injured by Mao Qishui, but was seriously injured by the little monk.

If he hadn't reacted in time, I'm afraid the golden blade glow would have cut off his head directly!

[Magic Armor] gradually dissipated.

Zhong Si Junfeng's pale body was exposed.

On his chest, the golden light still kept hindering his recovery.

He looked at Tang Sanzan with an extremely gloomy expression, and the murderous intent in his pupils climbed to a terrifying level.

"It's up to you to blame!"

Mao Qishui finally came to his senses, fixed his eyes on Si Junfeng and snorted coldly.

The other party was severely injured, although it was not life-threatening.

However, Mao Qishui could also see that Tang Sanzan's strange Buddha light could actually hinder the recovery of [Magic Armor].

As such.

The sentence "The magic armor is not destroyed, the deity is not dead" seems to have become a joke.

The undefeated myth of the S-level ability [Magic Armor] will also be broken because of this.

Si Junfeng was defeated, defeated by an unknown young monk who had just been recruited into the Yin Ye Group.

If this is spread, no one will believe it.

But that's what happened.

After losing the almost immortal ability, [Magic Armor] is far less scary.

"Have you had enough trouble?"

Suddenly.

A voice came from the sky.

The expressions of Mao Qishui and Si Junfeng changed instantly.

An illusory face appeared in front of the three of them.

It was the image of an old Taoist with white beard and hair, with an angry face, and a look of hating iron for not being steel.

His identity is none other than Zhang Hedao, the person in charge of the Yinye Group in Yunshan City!

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Chapter 36 The Crying Child Has Milk

in the conference room.

Zhang Hedao, an old man with white beard and hair, sat in the first place.

Mao Qishui and Tang Sanzan sat on the left, and Si Junfeng sat on the right.

Si Yingcai has been sent to the medical department for recuperation.

Obviously, he had no chance to participate in such a meeting.

At this moment, Si Junfeng has changed his clothes to cover up the golden knife marks on his chest.

However, his pale complexion could not be concealed.

"If you have anything to say, let me talk about it while the old man is here."

Zhang Hedao looked a little old, but his voice sounded full of spirit.

His cloudy eyes fell on Mao Qishui and Si Junfeng, making them feel like they were sitting on pins and needles.

"Why, have nothing to say now?"

Zhang Hedao's gaze gradually became sharper, scanning the two of them.

The look of blowing beard and staring eyes was a bit funny in Tang Sanzan's eyes.

The old man in front of him had a kind face, white beard and hair, and was born with an amiable appearance.

This angry look is really not deterrent.

It seems to have noticed Tang Sanzan's gaze.

Zhang Hedao glared at him angrily, but that look seemed to be hiding a mystery.

at the same time.

In Tang Sanzun's ears, Zhang Hedao's kind voice sounded: "Stinky boy, I will settle accounts with you later, cry hard for me now, understand?"

Tang Sanzan looked slightly astonished, but he reacted immediately.

With a chuckle in his heart, Zhang Hedao and Mao Qishui are indeed wearing the same pair of pants!

Without the slightest hesitation.

"I have something to say!"

With a voice full of resentment and strong grievance, it came out of Tang San Zan's mouth.

On the opposite side, Si Junfeng's face suddenly became ugly.

He wanted to say something, but under Zhang Hedao's sharp gaze, he closed his mouth helplessly.

"Boy, what do you want to say?"

Taking advantage of Si Junfeng's inattention, Zhang Hedao blinked at Tang Sanzan again.

That hint is simply not too obvious.

As for Mao Qishui, at the moment he was suppressing a smile, with a stern face pretending to be gloomy.

In fact, from the bottom of my heart, I was about to burst into laughter.

"Buddha, I...cough coughcough...poor monk, poor monk, I feel aggrieved! I have to say a few words!" Seeing Zhang Hedao's increasingly sharp eyes, Tang Sanzan immediately coughed twice and changed his words.

Well, there is nothing wrong with being polite in front of the elderly.

Zhang Hedao gave you a sensible look, and said: "Why are you aggrieved, say, the Yinye Group is not someone's opinion, if there is really a grievance, Pindao can make the decision for you."

As soon as this word comes out.

It can be clearly seen that Si Junfeng's face on the opposite side is obviously more ugly.

Tang Sanzan smiled from the bottom of his heart: Si Junfeng, Si Junfeng, the old and the young Taoist priests have dug a hole for you, just waiting for you to jump into it.

You really jumped in without hesitation, who would be unlucky if you weren't unlucky?

"The poor monk has three grievances!"

"First, while the poor monk was participating in the assessment, he was disturbed by irrelevant people outside the assessment, trying to sabotage the poor monk's assessment."

"That man is Si Yingcai, the son of Si Junfeng. Fortunately, the poor monk was superior in skills and defeated him. Fortunately, there was no loss, so it's nothing."

"But secondly, just after the poor monk defeated Si Yingcai, Si Junfeng appeared, put down his harsh words, and only gave me 1 minute to leave his last words."

"Relying on his own strength, he disregarded the obstruction of Director Mao Qi, and secretly killed me. The poor monk died in his hands by just a hair, and Director Mao Qi can testify to this!"

Mao Qishui nodded and said, "That's right, the poor can testify."

This second point one exit.

Si Junfeng's face changed suddenly, and the anger in his pupils almost burned out.

There was even a trickle of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

He is angry!

It's true that I shot you, but when did you almost die in my hands?

Si Junfeng felt aggrieved!

Not only was his precious son injured by the little monk in front of him, he was almost killed by the backlash of the [Magic Armor].

I was even hit by that shocking knife, and was severely injured on the spot!

So much so that it is extremely difficult to even recover from the injury.

If it weren't for the [Magic Armor] that gave me a vitality far beyond that of ordinary monks, I'm afraid whether I can sit here and have a meeting now is a problem, okay?

But the result?

The culprit who caused all of this is crying in front of Zhang Hedao.

The most annoying thing is.

Si Junfeng himself was so fucking speechless.

He faintly felt that something might be wrong, but he couldn't tell what went wrong.

Tang Sanzan didn't intend to give Si Junfeng a chance to argue.

Then he said: "Thirdly, in order to save his life, the poor monk did not hesitate to waste the life-saving means that the master left for the poor monk before he went down the mountain. This is the only thought left by the poor monk before his master passed away! All thoughts are gone!"

"Poor monk, wow! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

As he was talking, Tang Sanzan burst into tears, that was a grievance and sadness.

It is really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who see it.

Zhang Hedao was also dumbfounded, he was thinking that Tang Sanzan would cooperate with him in acting.

Unexpectedly, this kid actually started crying.

only.

Listen and listen.

Zhang Hedao realized something was wrong, raised his brows, and let out a wry smile from the bottom of his heart: