Under the moonlight, Xiao Yan looked at the dung pulling treasure in his hand, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Bastard Fahai! Actually, I already have your power bank, why do you have to work so hard to fight weapons? With your internal strength and my martial arts qualifications, I can completely kill the Eighteen Arhat Formations in seconds...... Why don't we cooperate to dominate the martial arts......"

"Yes!" replied Fahey, affirmatively.

After this period of communication, Fahai has also understood the term power bank.

“......”

"But, let me ask you a question. ”

"What's the problem?"

"The power bank is out of power, what should I do?"

“...... That...... Can I charge it for you?"

"Guess?"

“......”

The next day.

The sun was shining, the sky was clear, and it was another good day.

The elder brother Yuantong ended in failure to break through the Eighteen Bronze Man Array, and it is said that he entered the deep mountains to retreat.

But everyone still believes that it is possible to break the formation only by finding the eye of the formation, and Xiao Yan's stupid theory of defeating the weak with the strong is slowly forgotten.

Elder Huiqi came to the smelting ground very early, after all, Zhuge Yixiu was his disciple, and it was difficult to explain to the abbot if something happened.

There was no one in the smelter, it was a little deserted, and Zhuge Yixiu was not there.

Is it giving up?

"Young people just lack perseverance and persistence. Elder Huiqi sighed and slowly walked to the place where Zhuge Yixiu had fought yesterday.

A piece of rice paper happened to float up and flew in front of Elder Huiqi.

"Who's littering?" let me know, you must be punished heavily!" Elder Huiqi was a little annoyed, but soon he saw something written on the rice paper.

Bizarre shapes and dense annotations.

"This is...... Design drawings?" Elder Huiqi then remembered that in the process of Zhuge Yixiu's forging, that Xiao Yan seemed to have been lowering his head and drawing things.

But this thing ...... Elder Huiqi's eyes suddenly lit up, it was really possible to make this thing......

If Xiao Yan had directly taken a copy of the drawings and came out, then Elder Huiqi would definitely be willing to try to build it.

Could it be that Xiao Yan is really a master of forging?

But it's impossible...... Otherwise, for Mao, he would choose to watch and let Zhuge Yixiu build it?

knew that Zhuge Yixiu would not succeed......

Well?

In the next moment, Elder Huiqi was attracted by the content of the drawings.

Elder Huiqi looked at the mold on the desktop while comparing the drawings, which was exactly the same as the drawings, judging from the traces on the mold, this was a successful forging?

Strangely, this place seems to have been struck by thunder......

......

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Every time the moon came out, the abbot looked at the Zen staff and felt that he was in love again......

Although he knew that monks could not fall in love.

But he still treats the Zen staff in his hand as a lover.

After a night of hard work, the abbot finally climbed up the cliff with amazing perseverance.

He kissed the Zen staff in his hand and walked happily in the direction of the meditation room.

It was just when he walked to the door of the Weapons Pavilion that he spotted a familiar figure.

Xiao Yan?

"Hi...... The abbot ...... early"

Xiao Yan greeted.

"Bastard, I've been looking for you for a long time! "What about my howling dog?" asked the abbot angrily.

"I've become a whistling dog......"

Xiao Yan spread his hands and explained.

"Bastard, see if I don't kill you bastard!"

The abbot raised the Zen staff to teach Xiao Yan a lesson.

Xiao Yan frowned, stretched out his hand to signal the abbot not to make trouble, and the Fahai in his body was talking: Jiubing Xuantie also has a characteristic, that is, when a breeze blows, it will make a woman-like sound, which is the kind of sound that makes your face blush and heartbeat.

"......" Xiao Yan muttered in a low voice: "Old fellow, are you lying to me, how can there be such a thing in the world?"

"Uh...... Yes...... You won't be able to find it, though...... Even if you search the entire continent, you can't find a few of these things......" Fahai was a little weak-hearted.

At this moment, a gentle breeze blew and blew the dust off the abbot's bald head...... Brushing the Zen staff in the abbot's hand......

"Ah......***........."

Suddenly, there was a strange sound from the Zen staff.

This one......

The abbot blushed and his heart beats......

Xiao Yan turned his head, looked at the abbot and then looked at the staff in his hand, swallowed his saliva, and his eyes became straight: "Nine Ice Xuantie?"

？？？

The abbot was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then as if he felt the high-energy danger from ahead, he quickly put the Zen staff behind him, and without saying a word, he walked away.

Xiao Yan: ???

Fahey's heart:...... Is there such a thing?

......

The night is dark and the wind is high, and the night kills people.

The abbot had another sleepless night, and his mind was full of pictures of Xiao Yan walking away with his Zen stick.

Just like the roaring dog, he became a victim of the bone spirit and the maintenance of world peace......

But the Zen staff is the wife...... Never......

You must sleep with a stick on your sleeve.

Damn it...... The more the abbot thought about it, the more angry he became...... I fell asleep in a fit of breath......

The wind in the summer night is cool and swishing, blowing very comfortably, and the summer cicadas chirp in the mountains, like a beautiful melody.

The abbot had a spring dream, and the spring breeze was proud.

The Zen staff in the dream turned into a beautiful girl, heroic and sassy, with a momentum like a rainbow, and her name said: Xiao Tiantian.

The abbot's sword is not old, old and strong, and he will not be defeated in a hundred battles.

It was another night of countless battles......

In the early morning, the morning light is slightly dewed, the war has come to an end, and the world is at peace......

The abbot opened his eyes, and he was greeted by a huge butt ......

The abbot is confused: ???

The owner of the ass is a chubby, steady monk.

"May I ask who you are, fat man?"

The fat man replied shyly, and he replied shyly, "I...... My name is Zhuge Yixiu......"

As soon as Zhuge said that, he fell into a sluggish state again, as if he was reminiscing about last night's war.

"So you ......"

"You called me Britney last night. ”

！！！

？？？

It seems that something is wrong, so familiar, and this feeling again......

The abbot was stunned again.

Wait a minute...... I think about it......

What about the Zen staff?

Three hours ago, Xiao Yan pulled Zhuge Yixiu to the abbot's bedside.

It's a pity that the abbot is holding the Zen staff tightly and has no way to start.

"It's going as planned!"

Xiao Yan whispered.

Zhuge Yixiu nodded seriously and leaned over.

Then, he kept blowing into the abbot's ear......

About half an hour, the abbot let go, and his saliva splashed.

"Good chance!"

Xiao Yan's hands are anxious and his eyes are quick. Take the Zen staff.

The abbot did the same, hugging Zhuge Yixiu's ass.

“......”

Xiao Yan escaped, a rest.

......

"Bastard Xiao Yan! Lao Tzu is not finished with you!"

In the abbot's meditation room, there was a roar of exhaustion.