Chapter Fifty: The Small No-Form Skill

  He originally thought it was those useless disciples from the temple sneaking in to peep, but he didn't expect that the person would actually dare to take action.

  It wasn't the tiger's roar that shocked him, but rather the sudden appearance of a pair of arms in the shape of a cross, blocking the incoming punch. What left him even more astonished was the enormous force behind this punch, making him wonder if his own arm might break off!

  "Great!"

  Liu Bu-yi let out a loud roar once again and threw out a punch that was exactly the same as before. It was still the "Direct Attack on the Yellow Dragon" from the Eight Great Divine Devil Fists.

  This punch is like a single knife entering directly, with the spirit of the general leading the army to defeat the enemy's interception and killing into the enemy's capital.

  Liu Bu-yi's fist shot out with a thrilling and refreshing sound, as if all the blood in his body was shouting with joy. His entire skeleton was crackling and popping, forming a symphony of sounds. This one punch almost exhausted all the internal energy within him.

  At this moment, Liu Bu seemed to have really transformed into that godly general of years past, with an aura that was boundless.

  Fat Monk was greatly shocked, seeing this fist coming, in front of him was a flower, it seemed that it wasn't one person punching towards himself, but thousands of soldiers and horses rushing towards him.

  Fat Monk just received a punch, his arm is already in severe pain, at this time, where does he dare to receive again?

  He let out a cold laugh, his body shook all over, and his stout physique suddenly contorted into an odd posture, narrowly avoiding Liu Bu's punch.

  "Come again!"

  Liu Bu Yi let out a cold laugh, and then threw another punch. But he felt that the monk's body was somehow like it didn't have any bones at all, making all sorts of strange and inexplicable movements. Not only did he dodge Liu Bu Yi's fist, but also silently kicked with one foot, using an angle that normal people absolutely couldn't imagine.

  "Doesn't this guy have any backbone?"

  Liu was getting a bit anxious, originally thinking that three moves would be enough to take down the monk. But he didn't expect this fat big monk to be so troublesome.

  Suddenly letting out a low shout, the Qingyang Divine Lamp violently expanded, and in its twin pupils, divine light flashed like lightning, piercing deeply into the monk's eyes.

  At that moment, the monk was as if he had been punched heavily in the chest. Fresh blood spurted out of his mouth and nose, and he involuntarily rolled over like a lazy donkey, tumbling away.

  But Liu Bu didn't know that it was his first time fighting with someone relying on his true skills since he started cultivating. He even used the Qingyang Divine Lamp to attack. Wasn't he getting a bit angry? How could he easily give up like this?

  The move was executed, transforming into a horse trampling the swallow mountain, chasing and killing. One foot stepped on the monk's calf, and a crisp cracking sound of broken bones was heard, the fat monk's calf was crushed off by one kick.

  "Spare my life, spare my life! Your Majesty, spare my life!" The fat monk was in so much pain that he almost fainted, with cold sweat constantly dripping down. He kept begging for mercy.

  Liu Bu-yi let out a cold snort: "Is there anyone else in the room? Come out yourself!"

  Halfway through, a bald little monk emerged, wearing clothes and walking out in a timid manner. With just one glance, Liu was overcome with a stunning feeling.

  If it weren't for the flat chest, just looking at this face. Liu Bu Yi almost mistook this little monk for a beautiful girl.

  It turned out that this old bald thief was still playing with his butt, Liu couldn't help but scold him in a low voice, and indeed, where can you find women in a temple?

  Liu Bu-yi shouted: "Where is the place where you put your gold, silver and treasures? Hurry up and tell me, otherwise I'll send you to the Western Heaven to meet the Buddha of your family!"

  That monk let out a sigh of relief, as long as he was willing to take money it was fine, what he feared were those who didn't want money but wanted lives instead!

  He quietly led Liu Buji into the Zen room, and Liu Buji followed closely behind him, just about to enter.

  Suddenly, the little monk raised his hand and a dark light shot towards Liu Bu-yi. The dark light came so fast that if Liu Bu-yi hadn't reacted in time and dodged to one side, letting the dark light shoot past his cheek...

  "Hmph..."

  A faint sound, a steel arrow without feathers, deeply embedded in the courtyard wall, with at least three inches into the stone. Just by looking at the short and heavy appearance of the arrow, it can be known that this is a crossbow bolt shot out from a hand-held crossbow.

  Treading on King Yanluo's foot, Liu was so startled that his heart almost jumped out. Without hesitation, he slapped his palm past.

  "Crack..."

  With a single sound, the little monk's neck went limp and broke at an eerie angle, dead beyond all possibility of dying.

  Liu had not yet killed, his mind was not eliminated, and he looked at the fat monk. The big monk's legs were all scared soft, and he fell to the ground, shouting: "Good man spare my life, good man spare my life! It wasn't me who let him do it!"

  "Keep looking for me!" Liu didn't dare raise his voice: "Are you trying to alert others to come and collect the body?"

  That fat monk was so frightened that he immediately shut up and didn't dare to say another word. He honestly went to the bedside, pried for half a day and finally pried open two green bricks, and lifted out a small trunk from underneath.

  "Hmph..."

  A bolt of lightning struck the fat monk's head, causing his eyes to roll back and fall directly to the ground.

  Such a high voltage, hit on the head, wanting to survive, really need some luck!

  Liu hastily opened the box, inside which were neatly arranged gold bars and many glittering jewels.

  Although these things are precious, they are not what Liu Bu Yi needs. He rummaged through the box for half a day and finally pulled out a stack of paper, each one as big as A4 paper, but all folded up.

  Liu's heart skipped a beat with joy. Could this be the evidence? He thought to himself, something so crucial must definitely be hidden in the most secretive place of this monk.

  However, when they opened these papers, they found out that they were all deeds.

  Damn it, these things are more valuable than gold. But for Liu Bu Yi, they're really useless and can't be shown in public!

  "Oh, there's another book!"

  Liu Bu Yi casually picked up the thin booklet and took a look, almost spitting out a mouthful of dog blood. No wonder, this was too bloody.

  "What's with this 'Infinite Void Divine Art'? I'm not in the Eight Trigrams of the Heavenly Dragon, after all." Liu casually tossed out a sarcastic comment and then carelessly stuffed the book into his clothes.

  He casually threw the entire box to Shenxiu Tiangong, and unexpectedly gained 3,000 contribution points. Even Liu Buji was slightly surprised, saying that these gold and jewels were worth at least 30,000 taels of silver!

  A rich man from a small temple like Bao Lin Temple is so wealthy. But it's unknown how he made his fortune!

  Looking inside the broken temple, everywhere were male thieves and female prostitutes, with a gloomy atmosphere. Liu felt that he had become a hero who robbed the rich to help the poor.

  Of course, thrift is one's own wealth.

  Although he got so much silver money, Liu Bu Yi was somewhat disappointed to have searched the Zen room for half a day without finding any evidence.