It's just that their hands just clapped together, and with a wow, several big black men vomited at the same time, and they couldn't stop when they vomited, and the food squirted out in the shape of arrows, and then spit out together with bile, vomiting all around, and the smelly gastric juice made these big black men rush around.

One of them went to the fat monk, and the fat monk waved his hand, and the two black boys who picked it up blocked it like a shield, and their bodies were not stuck at all.

The fat monk threw the person away, his eyes swept through the crowd, and finally stared at a black guy with a cold face, who had always been at the back of the crowd, the young man was neither tall nor strong, but his body was extremely well-proportioned, he looked slender and powerful, and he was a very handsome young man.

When he met the eyes of the fat monk, he lowered his head slightly, and then stepped back with a rub of his feet.

"I still want to go!" The fat monk roared angrily, jumped up as soon as his body jumped, and rushed forward on the head of the black man who was still vomiting or busy shaking off the dirt on his body, and the black guy also sped up and flashed his body extremely flexibly.

Sun Yi stretched out his hand, pulled off the accelerator pedal from the station wagon that was almost dismantled, shook it casually, and shot out of the crack.

The flat pedal crossed a beautiful arc in the air, hitting the crook of the black guy's leg, and with a snap, the pedal changed shape, but the black guy's knee was also shattered, and then the fat monk stepped on the shoulder, and the entire lower body became a pile.

Lan Mei didn't pay attention to the black guy at all, but turned his head to look at Sun Yi with a strange gaze, "Isn't your evil skill abolished?" And, I don't think you used to shoot like that, right? ”

Sun Yi shrugged his shoulders and said, "There are too many magical things in this world, the moonlight monk of the Nine Picture Evil Skill has only taught half of it, and this thing has a name in the Reincarnation Evil Skill, although it was lost once, but when it is cultivated again, it is very fast, and there is no trouble with internal fire incineration!" ”

Lan Mei slapped him in a fist, "So, you won't need me in the future?" ”

"Nonsense, how can it not be needed, there are eight turns after nine turns, there are many times to use it, soon, next time let's change the tricks, I just found a good thing from ancient times a while ago, a lot of novel postures!"

Sun Yi said with a serious smile, and Lan Mei pretended to kick him angrily, but no matter how he looked at it, there was a little longing.

When the two of them flirted and scolded seriously, the fat monk had almost solved those black men, and he was still carrying a half-crippled one in his hand, but this guy was still roaring unruly, struggling hard, opening his mouth to bite the fat monk, and the sharp canine teeth bit on the fat monk's fat, as if biting on the rubber, and he couldn't bite through.

The fat monk roughly pinched his fangs, and said with a sinister smile, "If you can let this little beast bite the Buddha, my King Kong will not be bad, and the Buddha will be vulgar from now on, and your surname is Pete!" ”

"Buddha, people may not be surnamed Pete!" Sun Yidao.

"Phew, monk, I know that Pete has such a foreign surname, well, otherwise your surname is Kennedy, it just so happens that I know that guy!"

Sun Yi's eyes widened suddenly, daring to love this is still a game Hongchen, and he also plays an old monk who has a relationship with the president abroad.

The fat monk didn't have time to deal with Sun Yi, so he slapped this handsome black guy into the air and spun around several times, and fell on the hard ground with a thud.

"Boy, you have to recruit honestly, and you can be more stable, if you don't recruit, hum, Buddha, I let you know what it means to regret coming to this world!"

Where would the fat monk still have a little compassion for the monks, and he is clearly a hideous yaksha.

He seemed to see Sun Yi and Lan Mei's surprise, turned his head and grinned, "Even the Buddha Sect has angry eyes, nothing strange!" ”

Sun Yi came with the mentality of watching the excitement, if he needed to make a move, he would definitely not lag behind, after all, the moonlight monk was also his good friend.

It's just that now there is a fat monk in front, and he is not easy to make a move, who knows what people think, will they feel that they are too in the way, this fat monk does not seem to be easy to deal with.

That half-crippled handsome black guy is also a tough guy, no matter what, he is tearing and biting, and he is as loyal as Sister Jiang.

"Hey, there are two hits!" The fat monk said in surprise, "Let's try the Buddha again, my iron plate scorching vein, it is guaranteed to be fragrant and crispy, and it is a good dish to accompany the wine!" ”

The fat on the fat monk's face trembled, and he pressed the black guy's head with a snap, and the black guy's eyes widened, like a fish out of the water, and the strange thing was that the head door was always close to the fat monk's fat palm, as if it was glued together.

After the fat monk withdrew his hand, this black guy couldn't say anything even if he wanted to, and his body was bursting with skin layer by layer, breaking away from his body at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon his red and tender muscles were exposed.

Sun Yi is not a good stubble, and even has fought on the battlefield that can best reflect the human beast, but he rarely uses this most inhumane torture method.

It's not a joke to say that the vitality of this blood clan is strong, and after being stripped off a layer of skin like this, there is no, and even the bleeding is quickly stopped.

The fat on the fat monk's face trembled, and it became even more hideous, and he snorted lightly, and as soon as he reached out, he pulled a layer of pink muscle from the black guy's abdomen.

The fat monk looks very violent, but in fact, he is extremely precise, when he pulls it like this, he only pulls the muscle layer down, and the membrane in the abdominal cavity is not damaged, and through the thin peritoneal membrane, you can even see the peristaltic intestines and other organs.

Lan Mei frowned slightly and turned her head, she was even more unaccustomed to this kind of brutal picture, even if there were many people who died at her hands, but at least they died happily.

The smile on the fat monk's face was even more weird, and even with the madness of devouring blood in his eyes, Sun Yi dragged Lan Mei back two steps without a trace, and was a little farther away from this monk, who knows what this guy will do when he starts a madness.

The fat monk turned his head and glanced at Sun Yi, and raised his chin to him with several layers of fat, "How about it, the Buddha's methods are still passable, right?" ”

Sun Yi raised a big finger and said: "The Buddha is powerful and domineering, enough to make the enemy fearful!" ”

"Haha, what is this, I want to think that a few Goryeo sticks in the brocade guard were disrespectful to the Buddha in Shaolin, and I caught a few of them by the Buddha, and the skin was cooked and the meat was rotten, and the iron brush was brushed a few times, and the punishment of washing came once, so it was called a pleasure."

Sun Yi said secretly, You drink wine and eat meat and look for girls, and the monks who are looking for two at a time don't necessarily respect the Buddha, but just think about it, Jinyiwei? That's a unique intelligence agency of the Ming Dynasty, even if it's the end of the Ming Dynasty, it's more than 300 years now, this monk's age is big enough, and the longevity recorded in the world record is only a little more than 200 years old, this monk has lived more than 300 years old, and it's not counting the age before that, it's definitely auspicious among people...... It's just that when I look at his bloodthirsty appearance, don't put the title of Xiangrui on him.

Sun Yi was quite curious about his age, and when he was about to ask a few more questions, a figure wearing a big cloak and blocking himself tightly walked slowly from the corner of the street, and the neighborhood had become quiet and silent at some point, and the black guy who was tortured still gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

"Hey, the Lord is here, it's useless for you to keep it!" The fat monk said and clasped the head of this black guy of the blood clan with one hand, and I don't know how he got it, the two eyeballs of the black guy protruded beyond the eye sockets, and exploded into countless black slurry juice with a bang, followed by the seven orifices are violently flowing blood, and the blood is also mixed with brains.

Sun Yi didn't understand this very well, although Lan Mei used some evil methods to quickly become successful, he could be regarded as an orthodox martial arts background, and he could see it at a glance, and couldn't help but gasp, "This monk is so powerful!" What a cleverness! ”

"How tall?"

"Skyscrapers are so tall! Together, the two of us may not be able to stop him! ”

Sun Yi's eyes widened, the most powerful opponents he met were Andre or Marcus, all of them were amazingly strong, fighting with them, he was at most a little down, with his ruthlessness and the power of the elixir, he could block a block or even move back a few rounds.

Let Lan Mei say this, Sun Yi can't imagine how powerful this fat monk is, he is worthy of being an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years.

The fat monk shook his hand and smashed the broken corpse in his hand towards the black-cloaked figure.

The black cloak just flicked his hand and opened the corpse with a snap, but the powerful energy lifted the robe on his body and lifted the cloak off in one fell swoop.

Under the cloak, a tattered face, even a piece of the head deflated, looked rather strange, as if only half of the head was left.

What makes Sun Yi feel the most strange is that this guy seems to be a black man, but he doesn't look like it, as if he has a black scab on his body.

Although there are blacks in the blood clan, Sun Yi also inquired from Avril that the stubborn and old-fashioned blood clan did not absorb some excellent blacks one after another until modern times, that is, after the nineties of the last century, but only the fighters at the bottom or cannon fodder level were added.

No matter how much credit the black blood clan makes, they will not even be awarded a symbolic title, and the blood clan attaches great importance to blood, and it seems that when they have a fork in human evolution, there is a hierarchy of blood, and most of the titles of the blood clan are inherited by direct blood.

This novel comes from reading books