Zhuo Yifan smiled at the white-clothed young man, and then said sarcastically: "Master, his old man doesn't care about this, just you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a white shadow suddenly flashed from his ears, and then a gust of fragrant wind floated in, and a graceful and slender shadow appeared beside him, and a delicate voice came: "No matter how verbose it is, it's just looking for a fight!"

Zhuo Yifan turned his head to look at her, and the pair of black eyes with a gentle smile made him feel indescribable. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In an instant, Zhuo Yifan only felt that his face was like a layer of chili pepper, hot and hot, and his breathing seemed to be suppressed.

He instantly took his gaze away from his cheek, and didn't dare to look at it again, only feeling that his panting sound was a little uneven, and he was surprised that what was wrong, the young man in white was a man, how could he feel this way. In this situation, Zhuo Yifan not only shivered in his body, but also felt extremely disgusting at this time when he thought that he was a man.

Just as the two of them were arguing, the old monk smiled slightly, turned around and walked towards the inner door, leaving a few people who were still unconscious.

After a while, a bell rang out, followed by shouts of "roar".

With the appearance of shouts, a group of monks ran out of the inner hall of Bodhi Temple, they were tall and short, fat and thin, uneven in height, jumping figures, full of vitality.

They ran into the courtyard and fought in pairs.

Two of them are particularly eye-catching, only to see the big tall man in the gray monk's uniform, his feet stomped on the ground, his body rushed up like a tiger, and he pushed his palms and ran directly to a child-like monk, the little monk saw the big man pounce, the small mouth was lightly pouted, and his arms roared out, but he couldn't avoid it, and the fleshy little hands were clenched into fists, and a punch was hit on the big man's palms.

On the other hand, a fatter monk on the side was like a bull, but he was practicing alone, presumably because he was too fat, so no one wanted to fight with him. And some of the rest of the people also started to practice in pairs, judging from their outfits, they were all warrior monks in the Bodhi Temple.

Zhuo Yifan and Yu Qingqiu, who were watching the battle from afar, looked at the figure of the shuttle in front of them, and they were also surprised and couldn't help admiring. Especially because he has no martial arts, he is often beaten by Bao Zhuo Yifan, he dreams of learning martial arts, but now he can only work in the Bodhi Temple.

The tall monk and the little monk fight each other, forming a beautiful landscape, one high and one low, one big and one small. But the little monk faced such a tough opponent, but he behaved calmly and calmly, his fleshy little face, and from time to time there was a smile.

Just listening to the sound of "Xiu Xiu", the two of them waved their palms together, and the Xuan Qi in their palms rose in a burst, and the surrounding air waves wrapped around the two of them.

The tall monk drank with a big mouth, and the green tendons burst out, like green snakes, and the palms like a pu fan went straight to the little monk's breech.

Seeing this, the little monk was quick with his eyes and hands, his legs quickly rotated forward, and the strength of his legs rose to his arms, and the yellow Xuan Qi in his palm flashed, and the dust on the ground stirred up.

The two of them connected with each other, and instantly bounced the tall monk back.

As soon as the tall monk landed, he was forced to retreat several steps, and the little monk only trembled.

The tall monk's eyes widened like bull's eyes, and he couldn't believe that he was bounced so far away by the little monk, and it didn't seem to be so far away in the last competition. He shook his shoulder-wide body, looking very unconvinced, and then bared his teeth and rushed forward again.

The tall monk clenched his palms, using the strength of his arms and even his whole body, his face was slightly deformed, and in an instant he stepped out, a heavy muffled sound came from under his feet, and his body was more like an angry bull bursting out.

The little monk's body was slightly back, and just as the tall monk was punching, the little monk hurriedly shook his body and moved, and the strong fist wind flew along the little monk's right shoulder.

The little monk's right hand swung along his arm, and a palm pulled back, and the tall monk's hand hit his body, but he was punched far away.

"Senior brother, what is your move?" the tall monk stroked the part of his chest that was next to his palm.

"This is called borrowing strength to return strength!" the little monk clapped his hands and smiled at him.

Looking at the wonderful scene just now, Zhuo Yifan realized that the little monk was actually Huya, and instantly shouted happily: "Oops! Huya, you are too good, you can defeat such a hard stone!"

Hearing Zhuo Yifan's words, the tall monk in gray monk clothes was a little unhappy, his face instantly became hideous, he tilted his white bald head, and rushed towards Zhuo Yifan with bared teeth.

Seeing this, everyone stopped discussing and secretly gasped, they all knew the temper of the tall monk.

As soon as he arrived, the tall monk didn't say a word, a pair of powerful big hands instantly grabbed Zhuo Yifan's waist, his palms tightened, and the green tendons on his arms bulged.

Zhuo Yifan was lifted into the air at once, and the scene was very scary.

Zhuo Yifan, who was lifted above his head, had a pair of eyes wide open, and his half-empty body was still trembling in the hands of the tall monk, with a frightened expression.

"Hey, this hard stone brother, he has something to say, something to say. Zhuo Yifan immediately smiled and said.

Because Zhuo Yifan didn't know his name, from the outside, the other party's body was as hard as a stone, and those bulging muscles were simply hard stones, which made him can't help but give the tall monk the nickname "stone".

"Where did you come from, bastard, dare to say that I am a stone. The idiot monk said angrily.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, big brother, you must hold on steadily!" Zhuo Yifan was afraid that the tall monk would not catch himself if he was not careful, it is conceivable that the consequences of falling to the ground will be very serious.

When the little monk heard this, he felt that the voice was very familiar, and when he looked at it, the person lying in the air turned out to be Zhuo Yifan, and Huya Xiaosui was surprised: "Brother Yifan!"

"Huya, it's me! It's me!" Zhuo Yifan hurriedly responded to the little monk in the distance.

When the little monk heard the voice, "It's Brother Yifan", he touched his smooth little head and ran quickly towards the tall monk.

"Brother Yifan, why are you here?"

Because he was relatively short, the little monk with tiger teeth stood beside the tall monk, and could only raise his head and shout to Zhuo Yifan, who was lifted.

Zhuo Yifan, who was held up in mid-air, was instantly very excited when he heard the concern of the little monk Huya.

"Woo ......"

A handsome cheek was also deformed because of this, and he grinned: "Huya, you hurry up and save me." Zhuo Yifan squinted at the little monk below, and his lips trembled.

When the little monk heard Zhuo Yifan say this, he suddenly came back to his senses, and saw that he was still being held high by the tall monk, so he smiled embarrassedly and hurriedly said to him: "Second junior brother, you quickly put down Brother Yifan." ”

"No, this kid dares to say that I am a stone, and I will teach him a lesson. As he spoke, he shook his arm and wanted to throw Zhuo Yifan out.