The Merry Man

Wang Chen slightly lowered his shoulder, dodged the middle-aged monk's claws, took two steps back and explained again: "Master, misunderstanding, everything is a misunderstanding, I was wrong, the wrong day lily is cold By the way, I forgot to bring the paper for the wrong shit, I really didn't mean it just now."

The middle-aged monk sneered twice and said: "Hmph! Sophistry, continue to sophistry! I didn't expect you, a little thief, to be a practicing family, but you are still a little bit worse with me, and you still don't take the initiative to meet the abbot with me. , this will save you a lot of flesh and blood, if not..."

Wang Chen said with a displeased face: "Damn! Why are you so unreasonable as a monk? I just ate two of your steamed buns, and I'm going to pay you back for your flesh and blood. Are you capable of biting me?"

"Little thief! You are courting death!"

The middle-aged monk let out a soft drink, this guy didn't speak morally at all, he did it right away, and punched Wang Chen with his fists.

Wang Chen snorted coldly, and the mysterious and yellow energy instantly transformed into internal energy, and the speed was raised to the extreme. He dodged the fist sideways, and took the opportunity to punch the middle-aged monk in the eyes.Unexpectedly, the middle-aged monk did not retreat but advanced, and also punched Wang Chen.

Nima's!

Wang Chen cursed secretly. Seeing that the middle-aged monk had rough skin and thick flesh, his skinny and tender flesh must not have been beaten by the opponent, so after weighing the gap between the two, Wang Chen had no intention of confronting the opponent head-on. Instead, he chose to retreat hastily.

The most important thing in a battle is momentum. Once Wang Chen retreats, his momentum will drop. This time it's the middle-aged monk's turn to attack. The middle-aged monk's attack range is quite large. Big, it belongs to the kind of big and big fit, Wang Chen was forced into danger all of a sudden.

"I said this master, we are all scholars, I said, is there some misunderstanding between us?" Wang Chen explained with a dry smile while dodging.Wang Chen felt that he was really aggrieved by this fight, because a steamed bun was a fucking fight, wouldn't it be laughed out of hand if it spread to the Jianghu?

The middle-aged monk said: "Misunderstanding? Let me talk after I win!"

"Okay! That's what you said!"

As soon as Wang Chen gritted his teeth, he slid past the middle-aged monk's fist like a loach, and took the opportunity to make a backhand uppercut. Unfortunately, he failed to hook the opponent, but the middle-aged monk grabbed his wrist instead.

"Hmph! Is it possible to hold my wrist casually?"

Wang Chen sneered, retracted his fist, and kicked the opponent's crotch.

The middle-aged monk cursed shamelessly, hurriedly let go of Wang Chen's wrist, and took two steps back.Even after killing the middle-aged monk, he didn't expect that Wang Chen's move was just a false move, and the real back move was still to come!I saw Wang Chen violently kicked his left foot towards the middle-aged monk's chin with his right foot.

"Good boy, you really are treacherous!"

The middle-aged monk pressed down with both hands, blocking Wang Chen's foot all at once.The middle-aged monk showed a sincere smile on his face, but this smile had just been hung on his face before it was released, and Wang Chen moved again.Wang Chen's kick just now was actually a false move!It turned out that all Wang Chen's attacks were foreshadowing the last move!

The middle-aged monk's smile froze in mid-air.

Wang Chen moved, as motionless as a mountain, as thunderous!

With the help of the middle-aged monk's arms, Wang Chen bent his back and grabbed the middle-aged monk's crotch.This is just the beginning, Wang Chen's attack this time is far from being as simple as a monkey stealing a peach. He pointed at the peach with one hand, and pierced through the peach with the other hand, turning his fist into a claw, and aimed at the middle-aged monk's buttocks. A pink chrysanthemum!

With such a powerful move, any counterattack is useless, any counterattack is a paper tiger!

There was a sound of screams, Wang Chen's claws pierced the middle-aged monk's chrysanthemum deeply, while holding the middle-aged monk's peach with his hand, he said with a sneer, "Now you will not accept it!"

The middle-aged monk roared angrily: "Boy, you..."

Wang Chen pressed his fingers lightly, raised his head again and asked, "Are you convinced now?"

"Don't accept it! Kid, don't think that you can beat me, monk, with these crooked methods. Monk, what kind of troubles have I never seen? If you have the ability, you can crush me!" The middle-aged monk said sharply.

"Okay! Then as you wish!"

Wang Chen sneered twice, and gradually exerted force on his fingers. The face of the middle-aged monk turned from yellow to red, and finally from red to white. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead drop by drop. Seeing that Wang Chen's finger strength was getting stronger and stronger. Great, the two of them were in a stalemate like this.After persisting for a full minute, when Wang Chen was hesitating whether he should let go of his own initiative, the middle-aged monk couldn't bear it anymore.

The middle-aged monk said with a trembling voice, "I'm convinced...I'm convinced!"

"call!"

Wang Chen took a long breath, let go of the middle-aged monk's peach, took two steps back and clasped his fist slightly: "I'm offended, master, it was really a misunderstanding just now, boy, I just wanted to find two steamed buns to eat because I was hungry, there was no other meaning. If you beat me, the master's anger should be gone, so I will retire now, I hope the master will not blame you!"

"and many more!"

Wang Chen just turned around, only to hear the middle-aged monk's voice ringing again.

Wang Chen's brows were tightly frowned, he didn't expect this middle-aged monk to be so ignorant, Wang Chen's heart was slightly ruthless, if the other party really wants to push forward, then I don't mind leaving him some eternal love commemorate.

The middle-aged monk didn't do anything but asked slowly, "Are you a magician?"

Wang Chen frowned slightly and asked, "How do you know?"

The middle-aged monk shook his head and said: "Although I am not good at fighting, Monk, I still have eyesight. I think what you used just now was not the internal power of the ancient martial arts but the true energy of the magician. Although I don't know why your strength is not so strong You are very strong but you can use true energy to fight against the enemy, but I can be sure that you are a magician!"

Wang Chen said in a low voice: "I don't know what advice the master has?"

The middle-aged monk laughed and said: "Hehe, I can't talk about giving advice. Monk, what I practice is not fighting Buddha but Dharma. Monk, I have nothing else wrong with me, except that I have a bad temper. I am a little angry when I see you. Monk. It has been three full years since I have fought against the sorcerers in your arena. Boy, if you have time, how about the two of us competing with each other?"

Wang Chen was stunned and said: "Show off?"

The middle-aged monk asked: "Aren't you interested in the Buddhism of our Berlin Temple?"

Wang Chen has always wanted to fight with these monks from the Bolin Temple, but he has never had the opportunity, how can he miss it now that he has the opportunity?Wang Chen was overjoyed and said in a hurry: "You can't ask for it! I hope the master will enlighten me!"

"Okay! Today we don't fight magic weapons, we just fight spells and Buddhism, let's see what happens!"

The middle-aged monk's eyes widened fiercely, and he was not angry, but he let out a roar, and that voice turned into a substantial golden ripple, attacking Wang Chen.Wang Chen's face became serious, he waved his hands, condensed a golden black character in mid-air, and slammed towards the middle-aged monk.

The runes and seals collided with each other, making a thin muffled sound, and then disappeared in midair.

"Good boy, you really have two tricks!"

The middle-aged monk let out a soft drink, and muttered the scriptures continuously in his mouth. Those scriptures gathered around him like tadpoles, and gradually formed a golden wall of scriptures on his back. The text flickered continuously.