Fan Yiming nodded, although this is very embarrassing, but he has to do it!

"Fanzheng, don't worry, being a teacher won't hurt you." He felt that the reason why his little apprentice looked at him with such an expression was because he was afraid that he, the master, would be too heavy.

"Master, I'm afraid you'll get hurt." Yuan Buzheng blurted out without hesitation.

It's hurtful, but it's true.

The truth is always so cruel that it is not easy for people to accept.

It's like Fan Yiming now, he can't believe what his ears hear.

Isn't it really his auditory hallucination?

"Master, you heard it right, you're going to get hurt." Yuan Buzheng explained, his eyes as worried as he was at the beginning.

But he was not worried about her, but worried about Fan Yiming.

Fan Yiming: "!! ”

I always feel like I've heard incredible content, which is completely unacceptable and unacceptable!

After a few deep breaths, a certain master adjusted his emotions, and Fan Yiming looked at Yuan Buzheng.

said slowly: "As long as you don't get hurt, you don't have to worry about whether you will be injured as a teacher." ”

Fan Yiming's tone was very calm, but his heart was roaring.

Wounded?

Will the teacher be injured?

Don't laugh, okay?

As a teacher, he is definitely better than you!

Yuan Buzheng stared at her master vigorously, obviously seeing through his innermost thoughts.

She shook her head silently, mourning for her master in her heart.

If you don't listen to your apprentices, you will suffer in front of you.

"Well, let's get started."

Yuan Buzheng and Fan Yiming fought against each other, and with a distance of three meters between the two, they exchanged hands in the courtyard.

A certain master meant that it was good to point to the end, so this small courtyard was completely unfolded.

It's just that once the two of them got into each other, Fan Yiming finally knew why Yuan Buzheng spoke to him so much?

“！！！” Fan Yiming couldn't believe that the person who was fighting with him now was his little apprentice.

The little apprentice who has only been accepted for a few days!

"Hahaha, good, good!" Fan Yiming laughed heartily.

If there are such disciples, why worry about the great cause?

"Master, I'm going to get serious." The warm-up is done, and it's time to get into earnest.

After all, this competition was brought up by Fan Yiming.

“？？？” As a master, Fan Yiming was a little confused, not serious? Is that what he understands?

"Ahh

When Fan Yiming was kicked out, he really understood that what his little apprentice said was what he understood!

It's really not a matter of affection for him, who is a master!

How did she get so ruthless with that kick?

A teacher for one day, a father for life?!

Don't you understand this at all?

Could it be that his little apprentice has no father?

has been kicked out, and it is not easy for Fan Yiming to think so much.

Because of his behavior of allowing himself to be kicked out, many elders and disciples in the Shingon Sect saw his defeat.

All of a sudden, the name of the Brahmanism spread within the Shingon sect.

There is an endless stream of people who go up to Yanfeng to challenge Fanzheng, wanting to try her cultivation.

After all, in the hearts of the disciples of the Shingon Sect, the sect leader Fan Yiming is invincible.

Can it be more powerful than Fan Yiming? They wanted to see for themselves how powerful it was!

After a week, countless people were defeated, and it was proved with bloody facts that the Brahman struggle was so powerful.

And as the number of people challenged increased, the opportunity for Brahma to fight for ruthlessness became heavier and heavier each time.

After the accumulation of a lot of data, the disciples of Shingon Sect found that if it was a female disciple who was looking for a competition with the Brahman, the injury would be very light.

But if the male disciple goes to the Brahman to compete? The injury was only more serious, and there was no word for 'light'.

The word 'Sanskrit contention' has properly gained a firm foothold in Shingon Buddhism. Among them were many elders, who were very convinced.

Although Brahma Zheng is only a disciple of Shingon Sect, here, the strong are respected, as long as you are strong enough, you are the most worthy of respect.

"Fight, someone is looking for you outside the door."

Another day, early in the morning, Fan Mo came in from outside with breakfast, and by the way, he reported the appeal of the disciples of the Shingon Sect who were guarding outside.

Before, someone made a lot of noise, which seriously disturbed Yuan Buxing's rest.

A certain dispute is also very temperamental, and has a great temper.

The disciple who was making a lot of noise fell to the ground in minutes, with less air in and more air out.

Although he didn't die, he didn't want to heal his internal injuries for half a year.

Since then, all the people who came to find Yuan Bu didn't dare to shout loudly anymore.

They had no other way but to stand guard outside the door.

Therefore, the importance of Van Mo is highlighted.

Van Mo can enter and leave the courtyard of Van Zheng at will.

As for the others? The consequences of forcible break-in are there, and those who have the courage can try it.

The kind that can't heal for a year is worse than the result of loud noise.

"Someone looking for me again?" Yuan Buzheng frowned, expressing displeasure.

Someone is looking for it every day, someone is looking for it every day!

She's not a sweetheart!

Are all the people of Shingon Buddhism masochists?

If you don't get beaten for a day, you don't feel well, don't you?!

"They didn't seem to be here to try with you, and they brought something." Van Mo saw the situation outside the door and spoke.

"What's that?"

Eat?

As soon as Fan Mo put down the lunch box in his hand, Yuan Buzheng quickly opened it, took out the contents and feasted on it.

"Do you like it so much?" Looking at the girl in front of her eating happily, Fan Mo's expression softened.

It was his own breakfast, a very simple porridge with vegetables and burritos, and a plate of his pickled cucumbers.

"I like it!" Yuan Buzheng swallowed the porridge in his mouth, looked at Fan Mo, and gave the most affirmative answer.

No, who would eat so fast?

"Won't you get tired? I've been eating this green vegetable porridge for three days. ”

"No, it won't."

"As long as you make it, even if you eat it for a year, I won't get tired of it."

"......" Fan Mo's heart was beating wildly, and on his handsome side face, the tips of his ears were slightly red.

I don't know when he found out, the argument had become particularly good at romance.

Every sentence is what he loves to hear and wants to hear.

"Fight, if that's the case, don't talk about it in the future." Is this what Ming Jiangyao often said to her before?

So she wrote it down.

How does Ming Jiangyao exist in her heart?

The two of them......

The more he got along with Yuan, the more Fan Mo couldn't control his heart, and the more questions in his heart grew, and they became bigger and bigger.

Negative emotions sometimes almost overwhelm him.

He clearly warned himself, don't do this?

But his heart doesn't follow his ideas at all.

Is "strife, you ...... me" serious? Fan Mo looked at Yuan Buzheng with extremely serious eyes, and just mustered up the courage to say what was in his heart.

The sound of a loud confession sounded outside the courtyard.