Chapter 67: The Desperate Obscene Monk, the Reincarnation of the Immortal Buddha

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"The little monk is Juese, I have seen Senior Brother Lin Lang!"

Looking at the bare head in front of him, Lin Lang couldn't help but take a few more looks. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

In front of Lin Lang, there was a little novice with a beautiful face, a disciple of the Fa Sect. Although he spoke in a serious manner, his eyes that constantly glanced into the stands betrayed his nature.

Lin Lang just glanced at it and knew that Juese was a dignified little monk.

Juese's eyes always look at the girl in the stands with a squinting head, as if she is a prostitute who has been locked up for a hundred years, no matter who it is, as long as it is not a man, she can't help but look at it.

"Boy, he's very promising!"

Looking at the female men who had already been with several hideous faces, and secretly sent Qiu Bo's sense of affection after flirting with each other, Lin Lang praised from the bottom of his heart.

What is true love, what is fraternity, he has really seen it today.

Senior Brother Lin Lang laughed, the little monk is just, just to appreciate it. ā€

Finding that Lin Lang had seen through himself, Jue Se's face turned red, and he explained seriously. As he explained, he raised his eyebrows again and looked at the stands.

"What's your real name?"

"Hujiji. "Keep your eyes on the stands.

"How old are you?"

"It'll be thirteen in a few days!" didn't go to see Lin Lang at all.

"Do you want to fight?"

"Otherwise, the abbot will not spare me." Still staring at the stands, my saliva was about to flow.

Listening to Juese's absent-minded answer, Lin Lang felt very funny in his heart. How could such a strange little guy be able to enter the Dharma Sect with no desires and no desires?

Maybe it's because of the other party's young age, or maybe it's because of the inexplicable good feeling in his heart, Lin Lang didn't intend to be embarrassed.

He punched out with a palm, which seemed to be full of might, but his strength was useless.

"It's too fake, old bald, the abbot can see it, and use some more strength. ā€

Jue Se's eyes glanced towards the stands, but his white little hand blocked Lin Lang's palm firmly.

Lin Lang felt that Jue Se's power was great, even no less than himself!

Juese's strength successfully hooked the curiosity in Lin Lang's heart, and he gradually increased the strength of his hands, wanting to test the limit of Juese.

When Lin Lang had used ninety percent of his strength, Jue Se withdrew his gaze and really looked at Lin Lang for the first time.

Jue Se's eyes are very clear, they are the kind of clarity without impurities, seeing such eyes, it is difficult for Lin Lang to associate Jue Se with the lustful child just now.

"You have a lot of strength! No wonder you can be arrogant. Juese just finished speaking, and then he covered his mouth with his little hand in a panic, and continued: "Sins and sins, the little monk is a monk. ā€

Lin Langle was happy, from the beginning to the present, he couldn't see where the other party looked like a monk.

"After the exchange meeting, you can stay in Qianyunmen for the time being and take you to have fun!"

Lin Lang said in a very low voice.

"Really?"

Jue Se's eyes lit up, the whole person seemed to be beaten with chicken blood, his whole body exuded a powerful momentum, and he looked at Lin Lang with a small face, as if he was looking at his savior.

Juese's momentum made Lin Lang slightly surprised, if Lin Lang just suspected that Juese's strength was stronger than his own just now, then he would be sure now.

Jue Se, a little monk who was three years younger than his age, actually had the strength above the third order! Lin Lang was not surprised.

"What! You actually said that our Fa Sect secret method is not as powerful as your self-created exercises, come on, come on, I will fight you for three hundred rounds. ā€

Jue Se's face quickly calmed down, he winked at Lin Lang, and stomped on the ground with his left foot, only to see that the ground was cracked with cobweb-like lines, which were three or four meters long.

Behind Juese, a phantom figure floating on a lotus flower appeared, and it turned out to be a Buddha!

In the stands, Ling Xiaozi's eyes were wide open, maybe others couldn't see anything from that phantom, but with his cultivation, he could naturally see that that the phantom was not different from the martial immortal possession of the Martial Immortal Gate, but only summoned the projection of the gods he believed in.

That phantom is the true body of the senses!

Juese is the reincarnation of the Immortal Buddha!

Although Lin Lang's talent is strong, he has not really become an immortal after all, but Jue Se is the reincarnation of an immortal Buddha.

Lin Lang was afraid that he was going to lose, and he felt the momentum on Juese's body, Ling Xiaozi thought in his heart.

On the competition platform, seeing Juese winking at himself, Lin Lang quickly understood, let out a loud cry in his mouth, rushed towards Juese, and threw a punch.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two fought dozens of times in an instant, and it seemed that the battle was extremely fierce.

But what puzzled everyone in the stands was that they obviously felt that the strength of the two of them was not bad, but why did they only see a posture and no power under the full attack? Could it be that the strength has reached a certain level of fighting, and that's it?

"Ahh

Juese seized an opportunity and pretended to be attacked by Lin Lang, and then the whole person flew out upside down and fell outside the competition platform.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ling Xiaozi was completely drunk.

The weak disciples didn't know the catharsy between the two, but how could he not see it, but he didn't understand at all what means Lin Lang used to be able to subdue the reincarnation of the Immortal Buddha.

"Amitabha, good, good. ā€

The benevolent abbot who was sitting next to Ling Xiaozi glanced at the jue under the competition stage slightly, and slowly closed his eyes.

Jue Se's lips moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound, but Lin Lang understood that he was talking to himself about "having fun".

Nodding, Lin Lang smiled and said nothing. How can such a thing be said?

惻惻惻惻惻惻

Chen Shiye and Juese looked at each other, without any pressure in their hearts.

When Lin Lang and Juese were fighting, he was watching from the sidelines, and he already knew Juese's strength, but he was just a little monk with good luck.

"Looking at his dodging gaze, he has never dared to look at me, he must be afraid of my might!"

Chen Shiye looked at Juese's gaze towards the stands, and thought in his heart.

Because Lin Lang used up the spell, Chen Shiye had no advantage in the battle with others, and he had lost three games in a row.

This one is the only one he is confident of winning.

"Look at the move!"

Chen Shiye rushed in front of Jue Se in a few steps, and blasted towards Jue Se with a punch.

"Smack!"

The fist slammed into Jue Se's chest as Chen Shiye expected. But what he didn't expect at all was that his punch was as if it had hit the steel.

"Boy, dare to sneak attack!"

Jue Se was furious, he was just simply "admiring" the girls in the stands, and one of them was winking at him!

But his dream was disturbed by Chen Shiye, how could he not be angry!

"Look at the boxing! Luohan boxing! Descending the dragon and subduing the tiger fist! Dharma palm! Wei Tuozhang 惻惻惻惻惻惻"

On the fighting platform, Chen Shiye screamed again and again, and was beaten around by the short Jue Se, and the scene was unbearable.

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