On the official road not far from Taihang Mountain, Ding Peng and his party moved forward quickly, Ding Peng found that it was too easy to sit on the horses controlled by others, and he could sink into self-cultivation wholeheartedly, so he was too lazy to return to his own horses, and there was no problem with the sweat and blood of the BMW Shenjun, and there was no problem at all with the burden of the two, but this was bitter Chu Shuhui, and he stiffened his body all the way, for fear that he would move a little bigger and run into a place that should not be touched. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The lush trees on both sides of the official road moved in the wind, and there seemed to be a deafening sound of fighting in the distance, you can imagine the intensity of the battle, and Song Zihao, who was in charge of guarding, suddenly shouted;

"What people!"

Ding Peng slowly opened his eyes, and saw a bald little monk in a gray monk's robe standing in front of everyone, the little monk's right hand was on his chest, his eyes were closed, and he stood motionless, hearing Song Zihao's question, he opened his mouth slightly and replied;

"Amitabha, the little monk is entrusted by others, and I hope that Ding Peng Ding's donor can stay here."

Ding Peng's eyes narrowed slightly, and Song Zihao was laughed angrily; "What did you entrust, Hu Bayi, that hypocrite called you here, right? 300,000 people can't stop it, and you're alone? ”

The little monk nodded; "The little monk is indeed pleaded by Lord Hu, and the other monks are not hindered, they just hope that Lord Ding can stop."

"If you open your mouth and shut up your little monk, you really think you're a monk when you join a Buddhist sect? This is Pangea World, and it's a virtual world! ”

Song Zihao sneered, in the end, two months still haven't changed the concept in most people's hearts, they still only see the Pangu world as a game, in Song Zihao's opinion, playing a game to join the sect, but really thinking of himself as a monk, what is it if he is not an idiot?

The little monk shook his head; "One flower, one world, one leaf and one Bodhi, how can you be sure that the original earth is the real world?"

Song Zihao was stunned, he was sure that the little monk in front of him was really crazy; "Crazy nonsense, get out of the way of labor!"

As he spoke, Song Zihao took out a big knife and slashed at the little monk head-on, the little monk slowly opened his eyes, a trace of compassion flashed in his eyes, his hands folded and bowed slightly, and he said a Buddha name in his mouth;

"Amitabha!"

A glittering 'swastika' symbol suddenly shot out from the little monk's chest and crashed directly into Song Zihao, who couldn't dodge and spit out a mouthful of blood and fell back.

"Captain!"

The surrounding warriors shouted one after another, drew their respective weapons and glared angrily at the little monk, Chu Shuhui also looked curiously at this little monk who suddenly appeared for a long time, and defeated the leader of a Shenzhou Gang thousand-person team with just one move, thinking that the other party would not be a small role, but he had never heard of such a person.

Ding Peng stared at the little monk and frowned, and asked; "Law name?"

The bald little monk smiled kindly; "The little monk cleans the dust."

Ding Peng was stunned to break away from self-study, let go of his hands that were hugging Chu Shuhui, stepped off the sweaty BMW, slowly came to Song Zihao's side, and helped Song Zihao, who fell to the ground, and ordered;

"Take someone first, and I'll go later!"

Song Zihao coughed up a mouthful of blood; "Elder Ding, I'm ......"

Ding Peng shook his head; "It's not your fault, let's go!"

Then, Ding Peng turned his head and glanced at Chu Shuhui, and before he could say anything, Chu Shuhui nodded obediently; "I'll go with them."

Ding Peng glanced at Chu Shuhui in surprise, originally thinking that he would have to bother to speak.

Chu Shuhui is a smart woman, and a smart woman naturally knows when to do what to do, so as not to embarrass men.

Except for Ding Peng, everyone stared at the little monk who was always smiling, and slowly walked by the side of the little monk, but the bald little monk was as he said, except for Ding Peng, he didn't stop anyone.

When everyone left, Ding Peng took out the equipment, breastplate, boots, and fist gloves from his space ring, and put them on himself one by one in front of the little monk.

Dust, in Ding Peng's previous life is the first master of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, it can be said that the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple began to flourish under the leadership of the dust, there are many legends about the dust, one of them, once in a hundred years, the four continents 'the strongest on land' martial arts conference, and finally the dust cleaner won the highest honor.

Looking at Ding Peng, who was wearing equipment with a solemn face, Dichen said helplessly; "Master Ding, the little monk didn't come to fight with you, I just hope you can stay here with the little monk for a few days."

Ding Peng silently put on all the equipment, and with a little afterimage under his feet, he rushed directly to the dust, and the surging punch brought up layers of strong wind, but the dust was still muttering there;

"Master Ding, don't be like this, can we live in peace?"

"Bang!"

Dichen raised a palm and blocked in front of Ding Peng's fist, but the two were evenly divided, Dichen was secretly shocked in his heart, the actual use value of his strong attribute had exceeded one hundred, but the attribute suppression had not been formed, so it could only show that the actual use value of the other party's strong attribute had exceeded one hundred, and it seemed that there was such a big name, it would not be groundless.

A black flame suddenly rose from Ding Peng's fist, and Dichen seemed to have known it for a long time, a roll of monk's robes, dodged and retreated, but Ding Peng was willing to give up, his eyes were firmly fixed on Dichen's retreating figure, and suddenly he stared, and a black flame appeared on Dichen's body out of thin air.

Dichen was shocked, before coming, Hu Bayi had told Ding Peng in detail about his fighting methods, but he didn't expect such a strange way of attacking, and Hu Bayi didn't even mention it.

"Arhat Golden Body!"

Dichen shouted, his fists clenched, his figure suddenly became much taller, his figure was in vain, the gray monk's robe immediately exploded, and the **** upper body was shining with golden light, and the original compassion on his face turned into mighty and solemn.

The black flame burned on Najin's body for a long time, but the dust did not react, he casually discharged the black flame on his body, turned around and said to Ding Peng with a solemn face;

"Ding Peng, can you stay here now?"

Inheriting the Arhat bloodline and cultivating the immortal golden body of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, this is the dust cleansing that Ding Peng knew in his previous life, but he didn't expect that he would get all this so soon.

The bloodline and the exercises complement each other, creating an almost invincible Cleaner, the golden body that is invulnerable and harder than a turtle shell, so that the Cleaner is always invincible.

Looking at the dust, Ding Peng pulled the corners of his mouth, and spread his hands helplessly; "Okay, that's the only way, I can't break your golden body at all."

Dichen relaxed and smiled slightly; "That's right, let's ......"

Before Dichen finished speaking, he saw that Ding Peng suddenly disappeared, and Dichen was shocked again, this is speed suppression? Could it be that he even broke through a hundred speed attributes?

The anxious Dichen was still searching for Ding Peng, but there was a 'bang' behind him, and a palm mixed with a scorching breath slapped directly on the back of his heart, and an unbearable blood rushed to the tip of his tongue, Dichen's eyes widened, with an expression of disbelief; "How is this possible?" ”

Ding Peng sneered, I don't believe that you even have the same level of martial arts as me, and the penetrating palm power that you broke through yesterday just came in handy.

Dichen stepped on heavy footsteps and flew by, and Ding Peng followed with another palm.

"Bang! Wow! ”

Dichen couldn't suppress it anymore, spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, looking up at Ding Peng who seemed to be smiling not far away, Dichen finally understood the horror of 'Bloodthirsty Shura', this Ding Peng brought himself too many surprises today.

Slowly stood up, washed the dust with his hands folded and bowed down to make a Buddha number; "Amitabha, since Lord Ding is so persecuted, the little monk can only sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman!"

Ding Peng's eyes sank, staring at the dust cleaner tightly, the true qi in his body was running, and he was always on guard.

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PS； The second master appeared after the frost white, cleaning the dust, the suggestion from a book friend, I don't know if it can still satisfy him.