"Monk, isn't your heart too dark?"

Looking at the offer of 10 million, the monk who was still hesitant with a hesitant face, Fang Qiong couldn't help but feel a little annoyed in his heart.

Although he has money, his money is not blown by the wind.

It's all accumulated in game by game.

Although it is true that it is easy to be blown by the strong wind, it doesn't mean that Fang Qiong is a big fool, and he can't knock on the mountain gate of Shaolin with 10 million?

Is it to smash 100 million?

Just think about it, donate hundreds of millions of incense money to these monks? Fang Qiong was not so generous to help them buy a family business, marry a wife and have children.

"I'm sorry donor, the poor monk can't do anything!"

Looking at Fang Qiong, whose face was a little difficult to look at, the face of the monk changed again and again, and finally gritted his teeth and said.

"Then you're going to find me someone who can do it, okay?" Fang Qiong squinted his eyes and said.

The monk naturally saw from Fang Qiong's momentum that Fang Qiong was by no means an ordinary person, so he didn't dare to sprinkle his temper on Fang Qiong's body from those ordinary pilgrims.

Therefore, when talking to Fang Qiong, the tone of the monk couldn't help but lower.

"Donor, don't make trouble, I'm ......!"

Bang——!!!

Before the monk finished speaking, Fang Qiong suddenly slammed his fist on the stone beam of the mountain gate, and with a click, the stone beam of the mountain gate cracked, and a fist mark full of dense cracks was deeply trapped in the stone beam.

"Now, may I meet your abbot?" Fang Qiong slowly withdrew his fist and said in a flat tone.

"This .......!"

The monk showed a look of horror in his eyes, and his head was covered with cold sweat and couldn't help but flow down.

Fang Qiong's punch almost pierced the stone beam, if this hit his body, the picture would be ......! The little leg of the monk trembled a little, he was afraid that if he said something wrong, Fang Qiong would punch him.

Either dead or wounded!

"Oh my God——!"

"Is the master in the folk?"

"In this world, there are really martial arts masters? And, it seems, this person is here to smash the field in Shaolin. ”

"Awesome, awesome, awesome."

"I almost smashed the stone beam through with one punch, this young man is really terrible!"

“......！”

The surrounding pilgrims couldn't help but show shocked expressions when they saw this scene, and immediately after, many people became excited.

Not only because they saw the scene of the master's hands-on, but also because they felt that since even outsiders were so powerful, Shaolin Temple, the source of martial arts in the world, must have more masters.

The pilgrims, who were still a little playful, suddenly became religious.

And what happened in this scene, through the word of mouth of the pilgrims, in just a few minutes, spread throughout the entire Shaolin temple.

"Someone's knocking on the door?"

"Kicking the gym?"

"What are you doing? Copy guys, on! ”

“......！”

In the backyard of the Shaolin Temple, hundreds of warrior monks who were still practicing martial arts heard the rumors, and one by one they were as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, their faces were flushed with excitement, and then they rushed quickly towards the front yard with knives, guns and sticks.

At this moment, the entire Shaolin Temple was all shocked.

In the abbot's room, abbot Shi Yongsheng was sitting and chanting, when suddenly, a monk ran over in a hurry.

"Master Abbot, it's not good, someone is knocking on the door!"

“what？”

Shi Yongsheng was stunned when he heard this, then stood up in surprise, reached out and picked up the robe from the table and draped it on his body, and then followed the monk and walked quickly outside.

.........

At the same time, on the stone steps of the mountain gate, hundreds of sturdy young men rushed down, all of them were masters of the Ming Jin stage, and their swords, guns and sticks were wielded, which made people can't help but be dazzled.

"Who's kicking the gym?"

"Dare to hit me Shaolin, I really don't want to live."

"Break his dog's leg!"

"He can't take care of himself after being beaten."

"Senior brothers, go to !!"

“......”

A group of young men in gray monk's robes rushed straight to the location where Fang Qiong was, and the Zhike monk was so frightened that he almost urinated when he saw this scene.

it!

What are you doing here?

Do you know how strong he really is?

"Stop !!" The monk shouted.

"Uncle Shi, don't panic, we will talk to you when we take care of this kid who dares to hit the door."

One of them shouted, and then without stopping, he raised his stick and struck at Fang Qiong.

A group of young people with boiling blood have been practicing national art for many years, what are they for? Isn't it the defense of Shaolin in the mouths of the masters?

In the belief of defending Shaolin, how could it be possible to listen to other words?

It must have been beaten!

Because of this, the eyes of the monk became even more desperate.

"Good, good!"

Seeing those monks who had called, Fang Qiong finally smiled, it was a very cruel smile.

"Ye Xihan, turn on the live broadcast, I want to see how black-hearted these monks are!"

"Huh? Oh. ”

Behind Fang Qiong, Ye Xihan, who had always been a little afraid, hurriedly turned on the live broadcast on his mobile phone, entered Fang Qiong's live broadcast room, and aimed the camera at Fang Qiong's back.

"My God, is Master Fang going to challenge the entire Shaolin Temple by himself?" In the distance, the baby covered his mouth in disbelief, and Liu Qin next to him was also shocked.

What kind of person is this man?

......

What kind of person does Fang Qiong look like?

No one can say clearly, in Fang Qiong's heart, immortality is his pursuit, although he doesn't know where the road ahead is, but he is willing to grope his way forward.

He has a thick face, a black heart, unscrupulous ruthlessness, and a mentality of being afraid of death and trouble.

He has his own guidelines on how to go to Shaolin, but when his politeness is ignored, he doesn't mind hitting the door.

Coming with harmony and going with harmony, although this will not bring much gain to Fang Qiong, it will also save Fang Qiong a lot of trouble.

And if you hit the door, although there will be a lot of trouble, but at the same time, it can also bring Fang Qiong an unexpected point harvest.

That's the emotion!

As in the previous game, Fang Qiong got hundreds of points.

Now, in just a few minutes, nearly 100 points have been obtained.

These points come from the emotions of the pilgrims around you!

What did you bring Ye Xihan for? Just in case.

Now, since this case appeared, Fang Qiong didn't mind wantonly searching for points once.

"Look at me !! the devil's stick"

With a loud shout, the young monk who had come over with a stick clenched his hands on the stick and smashed it towards Fang Qiong's shoulder in an instant.

However, although his movements were handsome, in Fang Qiong's eyes, he was as slow as an ant!

"Devil's Stick?"

A punch, boom!!

The stick was broken, sawdust flew around, and the monk screamed and flew out.

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