The little monk named Wuxin closed the stall and followed them all day.

"Let's have a fight!"

Yu Xia was entangled in him and his head hurt, turned around and asked him:

"Aren't you selling clay figurines?"

The little monk followed closely behind her with a large bag of things, and she stopped suddenly and almost bumped into her.

The little monk took two steps back, patted his chest and breathed smoothly, then looked at her.

"My master asked me to experience the life of ordinary people, didn't I already experience it just now? And my hands are smarter than other vendors, and the clay figurines I make are the most beautiful! ”

"Your master also asked you to chase the little girl and fight bravely?"

"Little girl?"

The little monk glanced at Yu Xia, who was about as tall as himself, and pouted.

"What kind of little girl are you, doesn't the old man of the Dong family politely call you Mr. Yu politely?"

As he spoke, he gave her another blank look.

"There is no age distinction among the Xuanmen, only cultivation is emphasized, so it is completely reasonable for me to challenge you."

Yu Xia clasped his hands on his chest, "Aren't you a monk?" Shouldn't you be indifferent to fame and fortune? How can you be so aggressive? ”

"Who told you that monks are indifferent to fame and fortune? We Buddhism also have fighting to defeat the Buddha, and there are also irritable and aggressive asuras, and people in Buddhism also have the right to learn from others! ”

"You have the right to talk to others, and I have the right to reject you." Yu Xia spread his hands, turned around and left.

"No! You have to promise me! ”

The little monk hurriedly followed.

When the sun set, Liu Wuzhi sent Bai Zhenqian and Yu Xia back to the inn, and the tail behind Yu Xia still didn't get rid of it.

The kings had already returned from outside the city, and they were all a little surprised when they saw the little monk following behind Yu Xia.

"Miss Yu, this is ......"

Yu Xia turned his head to look at the little monk and sighed.

"His name is Wuxin, and he is a little monk outside the city."

Seeing Liu Wuzhi leaving, Bai Zhenqian threw the saber on the table and stepped on the stool.

"Why are you so annoying, little monk? Yu Xia said that he wouldn't fight with you, you are still stalking, you are really shameless! ”

The little monk's face immediately turned red.

"Why am I not ashamed, besides, I didn't pester you, what do you care?"

"Why am I so nosy? You've been annoyed all afternoon, affecting me! ”

Bai Zhenqian was puffed up and stared at Wuxin.

Wuxin also glared at her, "Why did I affect you?" ”

"You!" Bai Zhenqian suddenly stopped.

Does she want to say that this little monk disturbs her to communicate with Liu Gongzi?

"Without further ado, aren't you going to talk to her? Get past me first! ”

As she spoke, Bai Zhenqian pulled out the sword on the table.

Not to be outdone, the little monk untied the guise of the clay figurine stall from his back, and then took down the curtain on it, and stood beside him with a stick.

Only then did Yu Xia realize that the pole hanging the curtain turned out to be an eyebrow stick.

Unintentionally held the Qi Mei stick in his hand, and bent down to play the stick, but found that there were tables and chairs all around, and he couldn't use it at all.

"Let's go outside and fight!"

Wuxin jumped out of the inn first, Bai Zhenqian followed closely with a sword, and then the two started ping-pong.

The unintentional stick method is vigorous, and everyone who stands by the door can hear the whirring sound of the Qi Mei stick dancing, and the strong wind brought by the Qi Mei stick is also blowing in their faces.

"This little monk has very high skills." Guo Tong couldn't help but sigh.

Wang Zhongzhen nodded thoughtfully.

How high is it?

They are also three grades, and against this little monk, they probably can't hold up ten moves.

Bai Zhenqian has already fought with the little monk for twenty moves.

Her forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat, her cheeks were flushed, and she began to pant slightly.

"Senior Sister Bai's wrists began to weaken, and her steps became messy, and she couldn't hold it anymore."

Ling Wufeng said worriedly.

On the other hand, Wuxin has a calm face, a calm and orderly shot, but the more powerful he becomes.

"This little monk is really powerful!"

Bai Zhenqian is not his opponent.

Sure enough, after five more moves, Bai Zhenqian's sword did not block the unintentional Qi Mei stick, and the stick came with a strong wind, Bai Zhenqian retreated again and again, seeing that the stick was about to hit her face.

If she is hit like this, her face will definitely be swollen, how can she go out to meet people.

Bai Zhenqian shrank her neck and closed her eyes, thinking a little depressed.

However, the imaginary stick did not fall, and even the strong wind that came with the stick was gone.

Bai Zhenqian opened her eyes and found Ling Wufeng standing in front of her, with her back to Wuxin, blocking Wuxin's attack.

Oh, I didn't block it, because Wuxin put the Qi Mei stick back in a split second before Ling Wufeng rushed over.

Ling Wufeng also closed his eyes and was a little scared, he knew that Wuxin's strength would definitely swell out immediately when it was pumped on someone.

But I didn't expect the imaginary pain to strike.

Ling Wufeng waited for a while, and was just about to open his eyes when he heard Bai Zhenqian in front of him say, "Senior Brother Ling, what kind of hero are you scared like this?" ”

Wuxin, who was standing not far from them, sneered.

"Since it's a competition, I naturally won't hurt anyone, you don't have to be so nervous."

Bai Zhenqian looked at Ling Wufeng speechlessly.

"Hear me? It's just a normal fight, and when I was punched away by Yu Xia before, I didn't see you in such a hurry. ”

Ling Wufeng smiled bitterly and flattened his mouth.

"It's not that I didn't want to save you at that time, it's that her fists are too fast."

"Okay, don't explain." Bai Zhenqian bypassed Ling Wufeng and stood in front of Wuxin.

"I lost."

Wuxin held the Qi Mei stick in his arms, and raised his eyebrows disapprerovingly, "You can go through twenty-five moves under me, you are very good." ”

Bai Zhenqian rolled her eyes, "I don't need you to judge me if I'm good." ”

Then he walked up to Yu Xia, "Yu Xia, help me get angry!" ”

It's all on this, and Yu Xia can't say it if he doesn't make a move.

Yu Xia glanced at the orange corner of his clothes exposed in the window on the second floor, and walked lightly in front of Wuxin.

Ling Wufeng saw that he was still standing there and was embarrassed, so he immediately ran back to the door.

"You don't use weapons?"

I didn't want to see her bare-handed, so I asked a special question.

Yu Xia spread out his hands and exposed the bracelet on his wrist.

"Didn't you just hear the white girl say that I once punched her away?"

Wuxin sneered, "The ability is not big, but the tone is not small." ”

As he spoke, he let out a loud shout, grabbed the eyebrow stick with both hands and swept over.

Yu Xia took a step, and the whole person rose into the air.

And then one more step.

Avoided the second stick that was unintentionally swung.

Take one step at a time, step into the air.

When he reached the fifth step, Yu Xia had already stood condescendingly in front of Wuxin.

Then he threw a punch from the side of his waist, and he didn't intend to raise his breath to dodge sideways, but he didn't expect Yu Xia's other hand to punch from another angle.

A figure flew out and hung on a tree by the courtyard wall.

The trees swayed and shed a lot of fallen leaves.

Yu Xia stood under the tree and looked up at Wuxin who was stuck between the branches.

"The ability is not big, but the tone is not small."