"Bah! I'm the Monkey King Xiaobai, let me have a few tricks with you!"

said that Cao Cao Cao arrived, the Monkey King Xiaobai shouted directly, picked up the signature iron rod, rushed up, and joined the battle group.

Mo Lingquan immediately withdrew from the recruitment, and looked at the Monkey King Xiaobai, who was fighting with an iron rod and disillusionment.

At this time, Mo Lingquan really wanted to go up and poke open the head of the monkey king Xiaobai to see what was inside?

"Zheng!Zheng!"

Monkey King Xiaobai waved the iron rod in his hand, and a set of "Qianjun Stick Method" was danced by him vigorously, like a thousand moves, one move after another, endlessly. One style after another, the power is getting stronger and stronger, making people feel irresistible.

"Zheng!Zheng!"

In an instant, the two sides came and went, and the tip of the needle was against Maimang, and they had exchanged nearly 100 moves. Disillusionment was struck by the Monkey King Xiaobai's shock, and he took a few steps back before he stabilized his retreating figure.

The iron rod in the hand of the Monkey King Xiaobai was aimed at disillusionment, looking at him with a smug face, and he did not take advantage of the situation to pursue.

"Lord Mo Shi seems to want to fight the wheels today. ”

Disillusionment calmed down the boiling qi and blood and looked at Mo Lingquan.

As soon as these words came out, Mo Lingquan, who was already ugly, was angry enough, the two of them are fighting, you are disillusioned This bald donkey is also worthy! Xiaobai, this splashing monkey, is really not enough to succeed and more than to lose!

"Senior sister Yanran, a person who practices martial arts, should cultivate one's self-cultivation. Senior Brother Mo, if we drink tea and talk about it, we can listen to Senior Brother Mo's words. It's better to study the Dao Zang for ten years, and it won't be in vain for me to go to Wushuang City!"

Yu Zixi looked at Mo Lingquan, who was pale on the side.

"That's exactly what I mean! I can drink tea with Senior Sister Zixi! It's really a blessing in my life!"

Mo Lingquan followed Yu Zixi's steps and borrowed the slope to get off the donkey.

Mo Lingquan and Yu Zixi's actions were seen in the eyes of disillusionment, and they were so angry that this Buddha Sect Buddha was angry. Good you Yu Zixi, the little monk is tired and tired here, but you insist on being the enemy of the little monk.

"Disillusioned little bald donkey!

The Monkey King Xiaobai put on a self-confessed domineering starting gesture for a long time, but no one applauded. Dengshi vented this anger on the disillusionment on the other side, who was holding a Zen staff and thinking about how to deal with the next situation.

"You monkey! I'm really afraid that you won't succeed!"

Disillusionment has been released at the moment, and this time he came to attract attention and disrupt the audio-visual, and now he has achieved his goal.

"Nan no Amitabha!"

Disillusionment thrust the Zen staff into the ground, and the purple gold Bodhi Zen staff snorted into the bluestone ground, and the Buddha light on his body rose.

"Bodhi Immortal Vajra Body!"

Mo Lingquan exclaimed in surprise, and his gaze at Tianxing was full of solemnity. This "Bodhi Immortal Vajra Body" is an advanced body refining skill of the Vajra Indestructible Body, and those who can practice it in the Buddha sect are only a few palms.

Yu Zixi also put down the teacup in his hand, staring at the disillusionment of the Buddha with a solemn face and falling into deep thought.

"Good!"

The Monkey King Xiaobai looked at the disillusioned gaze, full of fighting intent. The blood-colored light that filled his body made Mo Lingquan's hand holding the teacup tremble unconsciously, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground.

"Bump!"

The sound of the teacup falling to the ground completely broke the balance between a man and a monkey.

The iron rod in the hand of the monkey king Xiaobai was like a lightning bolt on a rainy night, cutting through the sky and heading straight for disillusionment.

Disillusionment does not shy away, lunges forward, and slowly pushes forward with a punch. The fist is silent and slow, but it makes people feel a burst of depression, giving people a feeling that they can't escape and that they will conquer the world with one punch.

"Zheng!"

The iron rod and the fist of disillusionment intersected, and it was a sound of gold and iron.

The humming sound was deafening and could not be subsided for a long time.

"Tread, tread, stride!"

The Monkey King Xiaobai held an iron rod in his hand, and the punch of disillusionment made its body shake slightly. Disillusionment, on the other hand, was struck by the power of this stick, and he took three steps back before he could stand firm. The Buddha was disillusioned under this blow and suffered a small loss.

"Okay! Fucking happy!"

Monkey King Xiaobai had the upper hand and did not pursue Chen Sheng, in his opinion, victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, as long as someone can fight with him, it is enough.

"Zheng!"

The Monkey King Xiaobai strode out, the iron rod in his hand rubbed a spark on the bluestone ground, and when he approached, the iron rod in his hand slashed, and he rose into the air, with the impact of his waist and forward, the iron rod went towards the point of disillusionment.

Disillusionment is repeated, do not dodge or dodge, inhale, raise the waist, concentrate, and punch in one go.

"Zheng!"

There was a loud bang, the sound of fists and sticks intersecting, deafening.

"Step!"

One man and one monkey both took a step back, and then kicked the ground, and the battle was in a ball.

"Zheng!Zheng!"

The buzzing sound is endless, in an instant, a person and a monkey will fight nearly a hundred moves, the monkey king Xiaobai "Qianjun stick method" in the world unparalleled, the offensive is more and more rapid, in all directions, the stick shadow is heavy, an iron rod, in his hand, like a swimming dragon, swaying freely, not only dazzling others, disillusionment is also secretly surprised.

Mo Lingquan and Yu Zixi frowned even more, how should they deal with themselves instead?

Disillusioned smiled, looked at the shadow of the stick in the sky, did not dodge or dodge, a pair of iron fists suddenly struck, turned into the shadow of the fist, iron rod to iron fist, for a while, zheng! zheng! zheng! The buzzing sound was deafening, and those with low skill only felt that their qi and blood were boiling, and their heads were dizzy.

Mo Lingquan and Yu Zixi glanced at each other, and the two of them asked themselves, if they were to be them, in the face of the unparalleled world of the Monkey King Xiaobai, they could only dodge one way, and they could not fight with it, and the two of them had a deeper understanding of the strength of the Monkey King Xiaobai.

"Zheng!Zheng!"

Tea Kung Fu, the Monkey King Xiaobai and Disillusionment fought hundreds of moves.

Monkey King Xiaobai today can be said to be a chess opponent will meet a good talent, play happily, and the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes.

On the other hand, disillusionment is that the more he fights, the more depressed he becomes, as a son of Buddhism, he rarely fights with people like this on weekdays, let alone fights with a white-haired monkey in a daze. was also watched by Mo Lingquan and Yu Zixi on the side as monkeys playing a sample of tea.

Thinking about the purpose of the trip and the current situation, there is no need to stay. He felt a sense of resignation.

"Zheng!"

Disillusionment is another punch. Force the Monkey King Xiaobai back, and then take a few steps back, get out of the attack range of the iron rod, and withdraw from the battle.

"Today's events, the little monk must keep in mind, and I will not accompany you!"

With a wave of his hand, he volleyed the purple gold Bodhi Zen staff on the side into his hand. One step out, it is a distance of dozens of zhang, and it is a Buddhist light skill, "Crossing the River with a Reed". After a few ups and downs, they disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Disillusioned, little bald donkey!

The Monkey King Xiaobai carried an iron rod and muttered quietly. Disillusionment turned away as he was in the midst of his fight. Quite a sense of unfinished.

(End of chapter)