The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

As a result, the eight-armed **** did not stop attacking, but bowed his brows and lowered his head, directly facing Xiaoxun's **** with his front bone! Although Xiao Xun's **** are fierce, this is a reality, not a fantasy novel. How hard is the phalanx?

Xiao Xun had no time to change her direction! She never imagined that the two grandfathers and grandsons would join hands and have no intention of thinking. If one person met, the next one would fall! Once grandpa falls, how many times can she block each other? This time, it's over!

At this moment, Xiaoxun saw that there was a new light shining behind the Eight-armed God! Xiaoxun's heart trembled: Is this the legendary three-flower gathering top, the five qi Chaoyuan, the qi is released, the head is bright?

However, when she took a closer look, her face suddenly turned black, and it was a reflection of a bald head!

"This guy? Courage is commendable, but how useful can an average person be? It's estimated that a punch can't get up." Xiaoxun was desperate.

At this moment, a Buddhist horn sounded: "Amitabha, the donor, and the stewardess have all gone, so don't just follow the blind watch. Sit down ..."

While talking, the monk reached out and touched the shoulder of the Eight-armed God.

Xiao Xun quickly said: "Be careful!"

At this time, go and touch a warrior? Regardless of whether you are malicious or not, he will treat it as malicious, and the result is ... if you do n’t kill you, thank God!

Sure enough, the Eight-armed God frowned, his left elbow slammed back, and went straight to the monk's throat! How powerful is a fighting master? With a single blow on the fragile throat, even a fighting master will be killed with a single blow!

Xiao Xun seems to have seen a monk render on the spot.

As a result, the monk's hand was suddenly pressed down, just blocking the opponent's elbow and pushing forward! Xiaoxun was shocked to see that under the elbow of the powerful eight-armed **** with a punch of hundreds of pounds and almost a thousand pounds, he was twisted by the opponent's elbow!

The eight-armed **** is also a face of panic. He practiced Muay Thai all his life. When asked about strength, no one was able to hit him with a full blow, so that his attack was underplayed! What's more, this monk doesn't look like martial arts! How old is he, even in martial arts? How long can you practice even if you start training from your mother's womb?

However, the fact is that he seemed to have hit his elbows on a speeding truck and was brought back with no resistance.

The monk's hand was pressed lightly, the eight-armed **** only felt that the bones were about to break, and the left arm twisted into a twist! If he hadn't practiced jujitsu, his arm would have been broken! Even so, his tears were coming out.

The monk pressed his arm to his shoulder and chuckled, "Don't mess up the stewardess, just sit down."

During the conversation, the Eight-armed God only felt that a truck had fallen off his head, and he couldn't help but sit down! Then I heard a click, but it was the enthusiastic monk who helped him to fasten his seat belt, and smiled at him: "Just now the stewardess donor said that you must fasten your seat belt when flying. The poor monk helped you fasten , You sit still, don't move. "Then the monk touched his head and said," Good. "

The Eight-armed God suddenly felt an urge to cry! Who is he? Once the king of fighting in Southeast Asia! He was so subdued by a monk, he just touched his head and said, "Good?"

Be your sister! The Eight-armed God wanted to rebel, but the thought of the monk's almost irresistible power suddenly shrank.

The fights here are between electric light and flint, and everyone's eyes are attracted by those who pretend to be sick in the past. When everyone noticed that this seemed wrong, when looking at it, the Eight-armed God had been seated by the Founder.

Xiaoxun's grandfather just straightened up and looked at Fangzheng with a stunned look.

Xiaoxun was dumbfounded, rubbing his face constantly, and then stunned himself. After grinning with sore teeth, he looked at Fangzheng with a monster-like look.

"Father, you are in good health, but don't take difficult movements by plane. Sit down and fasten your seat belts." The monk grinned at the old man.

The old man nodded subconsciously, sat back, fastened his seat belt.

"What about me?" Xiao Xun found that Fang Zheng ignored her, and suddenly felt a sense of grievance that was forgotten. Is she so indifferent? So unwilling to ask.

Founder looked at him and lay rolling on the ground, shouting the painful person: "Go and help someone."

"Save people? Are you right? Hitting people is okay, I can help if I hurt my bones and skin, but this ... I don't understand." Xiao Xun looked at Fang Zheng bitterly. Martial arts, the master is a division, strong, and naturally respected. Xiao Xun, who has been nurtured in this respect since childhood, particularly believes in this. Founder's strength has convinced her, and naturally will not find any more awkward with Founder.

Founder nodded his head very seriously, "Yeah, you go to rescue."

"Salvation?" Xiao Xun asked.

Founder said: "Just kick hard."

"Ah?" Xiaoxun was dumbfounded.

Xiaoxun's grandfather had his eyes lit up and said, "Xiaoxun, listen to the master, go kick!"

Xiaoxun also returned to God, looked at the angry eight-armed god, and then looked at Fangzheng and her grandfather, suddenly realized, shaking his long legs, and humming, "I ca n’t beat the old one, I'll go to the small one. of!"

After talking about Xiaoxun, he went.

The stewardesses were busy checking over there, and Xiao Xun suddenly crowded in and shouted, I'll cure him!

The Founder folded his hands, and bowed his head in silence: "Amitabha."

"Oh!" A scream followed, and then a quarrel sounded, followed by the flight attendant's questioning.

"Don't you have a stomachache?" Asked the stewardess.

"Uh ... I ... well, all of a sudden." The other side was aggressive, and then they reacted. They should pretend to be sick, and suddenly became embarrassed.

"You see, I said I'm here to cure the disease? You still don't believe it. How about it? Healed? OK, don't look at me, don't kneel, I never like to be good for good People are chasing thanks. "After that, Xiaoxun threw away a ponytail and left.

The other side looked at her with a black line, and then looked at the Eight-armed God who had been pressed back by Founder. Without the command of the Eight Armed God, he didn't know what to do, so he had to sit back and pretend to know nothing.

Xiao Xun came to Fang's front, and the other was raising a thumb and said, "Bull!"

Founder smiled slightly and said nothing.

The stewardesses were okay after seeing it, and they went on a false alarm, and then went away to deal with other things.

"Monk, you broke my good deeds! I'm not finished with you!" Eight-armed **** stared angrily at Fangzheng.

Founder shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay."

"Do you know who I am?" Eight-armed God came together, and said fiercely.

Founder glanced at the Eight-armed Shinto: "A lost lamb pretending to be a hungry wolf."