Seeing the fake Gegemu, the fat monk's face changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.

He took a step forward, blocked Gegemu's way, and said with a smile: "Commander, my eldest brother is in retreat and cultivation, and when he wakes up, I will definitely relay your words to him." ”

Although the fake Gegemu is not tall, he can run very fast, and he was caught off guard, and hit his head on the fat monk's stomach, and was directly bounced back by the soft belly.

"Retreat cultivation?"

Gegemu touched his head and looked at the fat monk in surprise.

The fat monk smiled innocently: "Yes, the eldest brother reunited with the adults after a long absence, and he had a feeling, so he temporarily retreated, and he also instructed me before the retreat, let me thank the adults for him first." ”

Gegemu's face suddenly showed a look of disappointment, and said: "That's a pity, I didn't drink all the wine last night, and I still want to get drunk with him, it seems that I can only find time again." ”

The fat monk said apologetically: "It seems that this is the only way." ”

Gegemu left in a huff, until his figure disappeared, the fat monk restrained his smile, his eyes suddenly became cold, he reached out and touched the belly that had just been hit by Gegemu, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"It's such a domineering black witchcraft, fortunately I have cultivated the incorruptible body of King Kong, otherwise, this collision, even if I don't die, can abolish me. ”

On the fat monk's belly, a clear human face mark is gradually becoming blurred.

If it weren't for the fat monk's rough skin and thick flesh, he would have been knocked out a long time ago, and in a gesture, the two had actually exchanged hands, and the result was barely to maintain an equal situation.

......

......

"What is the origin of this big fat man, who can actually carry my mountain drill!"

Gegemu, who had returned in vain, had an extremely ugly face.

Last night, hundreds of spiritual senses with completely different breaths passed through the station of the magic and witch group, although he couldn't be sure that it was Zhang Qingfeng's ghost, but he also guessed that he wanted to test the truth early this morning, but he was stopped by the fat monk and had to return halfway.

The collision he rushed into the courtyard was going to directly hit Zhang Qingfeng's door, but when he saw the fat monk suddenly intercept him, he suddenly improved his strength, and wanted to kill him directly or knock him out, and even thought of an excuse, who would have thought that the other party would stop him effortlessly, if he didn't know the difficulty and retreated, it would cause a frontal conflict.

"No, this can't just wait. ”

Gegemu suddenly stopped, his eyes rolling, and a wicked smile appeared on his face after a moment.

......

......

In the hospital.

"Little fat man. ”

The little black dragon came to the fat monk's side, "My brother said he wants to retreat, and I want to go out and have fun." ”

Last night, Zhang Qingfeng passed the news of the retreat to the little black dragon through the power of the contract, and asked her to listen to the fat monk's arrangement.

Looking at the little black dragon, the fat monk showed a heartfelt doting and smile on his face, but he was very embarrassed in his heart.

Zhang Qingfeng asked him to protect the Dharma, but he didn't explain how to arrange the little black dragon, if he didn't know that Gegemu was a fake, it was better to say, now that he knows that this is the dangerous Longtan Tiger's Den, then he can't act rashly, but thinking of the picture that Zhang Qingfeng almost responded to the little black dragon in the past, he suddenly found that he really didn't know whether to nod or shake his head.

"Uh...... Dragon Maiden. ”

The fat monk hesitated and said: "You see if this will work, you will go out after the eldest brother leaves the customs, he has explained before the retreat, for the sake of safety, we had better stay in the courtyard, one is to protect him, so as not to have an accident, and second, if the eldest brother wakes up and can't find you, he will be anxious, don't you say?"

This reason is too far-fetched, Xiao Heilong and Zhang Qingfeng have signed a master-servant contract, and they can communicate with their spiritual sense at any time, as for the matter of protecting the Dharma, with Xiao Heilong's current strength, if someone really threatens Zhang Qingfeng, she can't do anything.

However, for the little black dragon, as long as it is related to Zhang Qingfeng, it is a big deal, listening to the fat monk's explanation, she nodded and agreed without thinking about it, "Little fat man, what you said makes sense, then wait for my brother to wake up." ”

The fat monk secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he muttered a little in his heart, I don't know if he would be a little too cautious, the so-called desire to cover up, if he just let the little black dragon out, would it make the fake Gegemu feel that he didn't detect his conspiracy here?

It's a big head to think about.

The fat monk shook his head, threw these questions out of his mind, and sat down against a stone pillar under the eaves.

The tables and chairs of the Dark Witch Clan were too small, and the three of them together might not be able to support half of his ass, so he could only sit on the ground.

The grounded little black dragon was bored, she took out the pan gun from the house and practiced it according to the marksmanship taught to her by Zhang Qingfeng.

The marksmanship practiced by the little black dragon is called: Shenlong Jiuxian.

It was specially tailored for her by Zhang Qingfeng.

The moves are simple and crude, not fancy, but extremely effective, and each move hides a terrifying power.

This set of marksmanship does not need the support of aura, and it can completely rely on the power of the flesh to urge the power of the move, if it is a human martial arts cultivation, unless it is a martial arts cultivation like a fat monk whose physical body has cultivated to the extreme, otherwise, it cannot be controlled at all.

But for the dragons, who are naturally strong, it's a different matter.

The little black dragon doesn't look at the slender body, the weak can't help the wind, but the strength is terrifying, every time the gun is shot, a seemingly inconspicuous action can shake the space distorted, leaving a series of visible gun paths in the air.

The fat monk watched the little black dragon practice his gun, and the expression on his face was both envious and ashamed.

He will also do this set of marksmanship.

He had also tried to practice with a coil gun.

But it can't exert its hidden true power at all.

This is not to say that the strength of the fat monk is not as good as that of the little black dragon, but it lies in the understanding.

Back then, Zhang Qingfeng called him a fool, and there must be a reason behind this.

Just when the fat monk looked at the little black dragon and secretly sighed, there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard.

"Huh?"

The fat monk got up to open the door and found more than a dozen Dark Witch people in different clothes standing outside the door.

"Distinguished guest, I am the Aoki Witch King of the Witch Clan, these are the warriors and wizards of the major branches of my clan, they heard that the masters of the human race came to my tribe as guests, and they specially came to ask for the secret martial arts of the human race, this is the custom of my clan, and it is also a way to enhance the relationship between the two clans, and I hope you do not refuse. ”

The black witch clan witch who took the lead was smiling and polite, and after saying these words in one breath, he looked at the fat monk with a smile, waiting for his reply.

"The customs of the Dark Witch?"

The fat monk was stunned, looking at the group of guys behind the Aoki Witch King, and vaguely guessed something in his heart.

It is clear that this was deliberately arranged.

Why can't the dark come to the light? Do you want me to be embarrassed to refuse? Then you want to be bad, in terms of thick skin, my body of more than 500 pounds of fat is not as good as a few of you hairless monkeys?

The corners of the fat monk's mouth rose, and just as he wanted to politely refuse, the voice of the little black dragon suddenly sounded from behind him.

"Fight? Fight me. ”