You can't catch up.

How can you get a fame if you walk alone for thousands of miles?

Although he was seriously injured, Jiang Ping felt that his mental state was surprisingly good. A stream of force surged into his body, allowing him to run faster and faster.

This is the third level of "Walking Alone".

No wonder Wan Boguang was able to escape from others repeatedly?

With this halo, unless the person chasing him does not know how tired he is, he will sooner or later be able to get away from him.

Jiang Ping ran out of Murong Mansion.

Run out of the street.

Passing over countless houses.

The white man who was chasing behind the man was already out of breath and disappeared.

Jiang Ping stopped and looked around, and found that he had arrived at a small forest in the city, with a thick layer of fallen leaves on it. When he stepped on it, he squeaked. It was a long time since no one had been here.

"Hmph, I still want to chase me, I think I'm beautiful."

"Hide Mission?"

"I'm not stupid, isn't it good to have a good experience?"

"Ahem...puff!"

"I'm sorry, it hurts!"

He just maintained the third level of walking alone for thousands of miles, and was blessed by the halo, but Jiang Ping didn't feel that he had stopped exercising his skills now. The fatigue and injuries he had just accumulated surged up, making him feel a torn pain.

Murong Xianxian’s two fists were not uncomfortable.

Jiang Ping felt a slight smell of blood flowing out during his breath.

"You have to heal your wounds quickly!"

Jiang Ping glanced around and it was still quiet. At noon, no one was idle to burrow into the woods.

"Talented and Star-Absorbing!"

He ran the "Qing Emperor's Sutra of Eternal Life", and his whole body curled up on the ground like a baby.

The fallen leaves covering the ground seemed to turn into water at this moment. Jiang Ping's body gradually sank, and the trees on his head rustled, and pieces of withered leaves sprinkled down, completely burying Jiang Ping's body.

...

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha's name.

The woods rarely welcomed two guests.

It was a bad guy with scars on his face and a young monk with beautiful eyes.

"This donor, I don't know what it means to take the monk here to hostage him?"

The little monk chanted the Buddha's name, and even if he was held hostage, his handsome little face was full of peace.

"Little monk, you're not lucky."

The scar man hugged his chest and sneered, "Don't say I won't let you be a wise ghost. Did you meet a beautiful lady yesterday?"

The little monk nodded shyly: "Yes, when the female donor saw the little monk, he said he liked the little monk and kissed the little monk.

Until now, the little monk's heart is still pounding.

No wonder the master said that the women at the foot of the mountain were all tigers, and the little monk thought she was much more powerful than a tiger."

The scar man laughed:

"I didn't expect that you little monk would also touch the hearts of the mortals?"

The little monk nodded seriously:

"The little monk came down the mountain this time to marry his wife. After marrying his wife, the little monk can return to secular life.

However, although the female donor yesterday was very beautiful, she was not the little monk's wife, so she could not marry her."

The scar man is interested:

"Oh? Then who is your wife you want?"

The little monk touched his bald head and said a little distressed:

"The master said that her name is Murong Xianxian, and I don't know if she is beautiful or not? If she is not as beautiful as yesterday's female donor, the little monk would have lost."

"Hahaha……"

The scared man laughed and said viciously:

"Little monk, stop dreaming. The lady from yesterday didn't like you. She just wanted to anger a young man.

And because the lady kissed you, the young master was very angry.

Because the young master is very angry, you can't survive.

Do you have any last words? Let me explain it as soon as possible.”

The scared man took out his knife.

"ah?"

The little monk was not very scared, just a little surprised:

"Just because that beautiful lady kissed the monk, a young man wanted to kill me?

How could he be so domineering?

Besides, it wasn’t the little monk who asked that lady to kiss me?"

The scared man shook his head: "If you can't figure it out, just go downstairs and think about it!"

As he said that, he was about to cut the knife.

"Wait a minute, Amitabha."

The little monk clasped his hands together, recited the Buddha's name again, and asked:

"There is one last question for the monk."

"explain!"

"Are you going to kill the little monk?"

"nonsense!"

The scar man looked fierce and stabbed the little monk with a small knife.

Bang bang!!!

The scared man felt that he had stabbed a wall, which made his hands numb.

Again...

Bang bang bang!!!

The little monk was unscathed.

Gudong!

The scared man swallowed a hard saliva.

Then……

Thump!!

"Master, please spare me!"

Throw the knife, kneel, kowtow, beg for mercy, and move in a coherent and skillful manner.

The little monk did not look at the evil man who was kneeling on the ground, but frowned slightly. The Yuebai monk's wardrobe on his body was stabbed by a knife.

"This is the little monk's favorite piece of clothing."

"Master, don't worry, the villain knows the most powerful tailor in the city, Tailor Li Da. The clothes he makes are ten times better, one hundred times better than this."

The scared man laughed out a flower.

The more evil he was just now, the more kind he is now.

"You were going to kill the little monk just now?"

"It's not that the villain wants to kill the master, but someone wants me to kill the master. I'm just a knife. Master, can you blame the sin on a knife?

So the master and I are both innocent. The real sinner should be the one who asked me to kill the master."

"You are talking about some Buddhist principles."

The little monk nodded.

The evil man was just happy when he heard the little monk continue to say:
To be continued...