Bring home the national male god of the fast-passing system

Chapter 190 The Immortal Immortal Venerable (29)

"Huh? Are you talking about the dream benefactor?" The little monk Karma poked his head out from the door, holding a snow-white rabbit in his arms.

"You know? Where is she?" A gleam of joy flashed in Su Meng's eyes, she recognized the rabbit, it was Meng Youlan's.

The little monk Karma gave a salute, and said: "The little monk is in the secret realm, but I have seen the dream benefactor, but..." The little monk hesitated a little, and felt that being naked didn't seem to be a very good thing in his heart.

"Just what?" Su Meng asked eagerly.

"It's just that at that time, she was fighting naked with a benefactor of Feng Jiuzhou and a girl from Dongfang Zhuxing. The little monk had low mana, so seeing her was not a disadvantage, so she didn't step forward to help." The little monk said. Crisp, serious answer.

Naked... fighting?
Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then... their faces turned red.

A small number of unsuspecting people even sneered.

The little monk thought for a while, and his face was very tangled, but he still said: "The little monk has low knowledge, but it's not good to be naked, and it's easy to catch cold, Lord Sumen, next time, tell the dream benefactor to let her put on the clothes." good……"

Su Meng thought for a while, her expression changed drastically.

"Little monk, who taught you to entertain this deity? Dare to destroy my disciple Qingyu, you are courting death!"

Su Meng held back her breath, and in a fit of anger, she directly attacked the little monk Karma. Today, it is imperative to turn against the Samsara Temple, and kill the little monk first to stand up!

In an instant, she had made a decision.

The little monk was shocked, unable to dodge in time, and was blown away by a palm.

Abbot Jianzheng's face darkened, and with a wave of his monk's robe, he rolled the little monk upside down.

The little monk yelled, "Ah! The little monk was scared to death."

The little monk was fine, Linghu Lan finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Just now, I was scared to death!
After a while, Linghu Lan became angry.

wipe!
Children are beaten.

Inhuman!
"Are you okay?" Su Meng felt that what happened that day overturned her cognition. She, a dignified monk in the cave realm, did not hurt a young monk of the Reincarnation Temple.

"Is he a divine grade Nascent Soul?" Someone screamed.

The crowd was in an uproar.

You must know that only foundation-building monks can enter the secret realm of Linggu, and the young monk can directly advance to the Nascent Soul after coming out of the secret realm. From this, it can be seen that he encountered an extremely heaven-defying opportunity in it.

Why do other people's disciples have such great opportunities?

Why did my own disciple become a treasure-giving boy instead?

Reincarnation Temple, too much deception! ! !

Abbot Jianzheng checked the little monk with his spiritual sense, and he was indeed fine. Moreover, he was indeed a god-level Nascent Soul, and he also had a Buddha's light to protect his body.

The old monk's heart was quite messy, and even the well-informed him could not digest this opportunity for a while.

He glanced at Linghu Lan vaguely: Is this the Buddhist chance that Master Su said?
Linghu Lan had a look of lovelessness.

Dont look at me!
In fact, I didn’t mean to give it up to your disciple, it was your Buddha who disliked me as a monster, and bounced my piu~~~, flew away, gone...

I will cry if I continue!

T_T
Su Meng's complexion changed a few times, and if he made another move, there was obviously no chance of winning.

But she was proud and arrogant, and felt ruthless, leaving a sentence: "My Miehe Immortal Sect is incompatible with your Samsara Temple from today!" before she left in a hurry.

only……

Not long after she left, thunder after thunder chased her in the sky.

The sound of thunder and thunder was earth-shattering.

Su Meng felt that she really saw a ghost today, and ten thousand alpacas galloped past her heart.

The lightning strikes from nowhere, every strike can hit her, no matter how you dodge, the thunder can strike from a strange angle, with incomparable precision.

Su Meng burst into tears in her heart: She is a dignified cultivator in the Void Realm, and she can't avoid a thunder, what a joke! ! !
All the monks: Those who asked for trouble at the Reincarnation Temple today were all struck by lightning, what the hell.

"Ahem, Abbot Jianzheng, I still have something to do in my sect, so I will take my leave today."

"Hey, let's drop by, and just go together!"

"Farewell!"

"Farewell!"

Everyone left one after another, and the entire Samsara Temple became quiet again.

　One more.

　　Little Monk: The benefactors who vote are all beauties~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)