Yang Yixiao didn't think so, the old monk gave him a good impression last time, he didn't know that he could really hurt the lotus pond to save people, he only regarded it as hurting people. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info looked at Master Zhenke, and worried again.

Dongfang Chaoyan heard that Master Zhenke shot back and thought that he would take this bald donkey first, and just as he was about to step forward, Dongfang Yunfu dodged in front of him and said in a low voice: "Don't act rashly." ”

"May I ask which temple does the master practice in?"

Although Dongfang Yunfu was polite on his lips, he had begun to gather strength in his palm. He used a strategy to delay the army, and found the right time to prepare for the attack.

"Poor monks practice in the red dust. ”

Master Zhenke walked over, his breath was calm, there was no sense of oppression, and he glanced at Yang Yixiao with deep meaning, "Is the little benefactor okay?"

Yang Yixiao didn't want him to ask himself this, so he was stunned for a moment but shook his head politely.

Lan Ting saw that Master Zhenke cared about Yang Yixiao, and thought that they should have met, maybe this great monk was Yang Xing's friend of Meteor Chasing Moon Pavilion. So he put his mind at ease, and although his physical strength was weak, he still smiled and said, "Master, is the noodles still delicious?"

"Monks should have enough to eat, not good food. Zhen Ke glanced at Lan Ting, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, he stayed on Lan Ting for a moment and then turned to Dongfang Yunfu and said, "Donor, how about letting go of the two little donors on the face of the poor monk today?"

"Fuck it, fuck it, what kind of thing do you dare to order us?" Dongfang Chaoyan's manic temperament couldn't wait, and one side of his body flashed from behind Dongfang Yunfu to the front.

I saw the blue flame in his palm dancing in the wind, and his palms came out together, and the blue flame left traces in the air, but there was no temperature.

Dongfang Yunfu didn't stop him, he just wanted to see how the great monk responded. When Dongfang Chaoyan's palms were about to hit Master Zhenke's chest, he saw Zhenke's left foot stretched forward, turning from the front to the side facing Dongfang Chaoyan, passing through the gap between his two palms, and his left shoulder directly hit his chest.

With Dongfang Chaoyan's martial arts, he could have easily dodged, but he didn't know why he wanted to dodge but couldn't move, only to feel a huge hand descending from the sky, grabbing his body and being pushed up by Zhenke's left shoulder. The blood qi in his chest was blocked, and he staggered back three steps, but fortunately, Dongfang Yunfu pressed his hand against his back, so he didn't fall down.

Dongfang Chaoyan couldn't breathe, his face was red and purple, the anger in his bull's eyes was burning, he was very unconvinced, and he wanted to attack again, but found that his legs were as heavy as lead.

Dongfang Yunfu was shocked when he saw the patience of the great monk, he knew that Dongfang Chaoyan's martial arts, there were not many people who could make him deflated with one move on the rivers and lakes. Even if it's Qi Chu, it seems that this great monk's martial arts are still above Qi Chu.

"Dare to ask the master's number?"

Dongfang Yunfu clasped his hands together, looking like a believer, but he didn't know that his whole body strength was gathered between his palms.

"Zhen Ke" should actually be called Master Daguan, but the world is used to calling him Zhen Ke. The great monk doesn't care, everything is the Dharma. He also folded his hands in return, but he didn't want Dongfang Yunfu to suddenly make trouble at this time, his hands were together, and the index and middle fingers of his hands were like stabbing with a sword. At the same time, the blue flame on the fingertip skyrocketed by three feet, becoming seven inches thicker, and in an instant, the blue flame really wrapped it tightly.

Yang Yixiao let out a low snort, thinking of the deep pit that was blasted out by the blue flames, and couldn't help but worry about the safety of the great monk.

When Lan Ting saw this scene, he suddenly remembered the scene when Shi Ling and Childe fought for the first time, which was very similar to now.

The blue flame that enveloped Zhenke became darker and darker, and the sense of solidity became stronger and stronger. At a certain moment, Yang Yixiao felt that the blue flame was like a cage imprisoning Master Zhenke. When the blue flame turns blue-black, the figure of Master Zhenke can no longer be seen. A smile appeared on Dongfang Yunfu's face, and his hanging heart finally fell.

Lan Ting frowned, thinking to himself that the great monk wouldn't be finished like this, right?

Of course not!

Master Zhenke leisurely walked out of the arrogant flames and walked in front of Dongfang Yunfu step by step. Quietly looked at the surprised and frightened eyes, his face did not change, and he recited the Buddha's name, "Donor, less life and killing, more blessings." ”

Yang Yixiao had never seen someone so calmly pass through the moment of life and death, looking at Master Zhenke's calm face, he expressed admiration in his heart. So what kind of strong heart can not be moved by life and death?

Dongfang Yunfu remembered an old saying, there are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky. Even the Dragon City of the East China Sea, which is above the rivers and lakes, cannot escape this old saying. He helped Dongfang Chaoyan to prepare to leave in the direction he came, he couldn't stay, and staying would only make him even more embarrassed.

Suddenly, Master Zhenke said, "Wait!"

The two of them shook their shoulders and immediately stopped, and no one dared to look back and ask why they didn't let them go. They just waited for Master Zhen to speak.

"You haven't paid yet. ”

Dongfang Yunfu let out a long breath, took out a piece of silver and threw it to the baked cake. Then the two of them walked away slowly against the cold wind. They didn't even dare to speed up, for fear that leaving quickly would arouse Master Zhenko's idea, otherwise they would have run away with their tails between their legs.

Master Zhenke walked up to the baked cakes, "Donor, I'm really sorry for damaging your noodle stall." The poor monk will help you clean up. So he and the baked cakes cleaned up the collapsed noodle stall little by little, and Lan Ting and the others stood aside and watched blankly, what kind of person is this, with peerless martial arts, he is willing to clean up the mess for others.

After the stall was cleaned up, Master Zhenke was ready to pick up the broken stakes. Lan Ting took out a silver ticket and walked over, "The boss paid you this money, if it's not enough, come to the inn to ask me." ”

The baked cake took the money with both hands, and his eyes were red, "Enough, enough, I'll send the extra to the young master." ”

Lan Ting waved his hand, "Forget it, it's us who have caused you a burden, and the extra should be regarded as compensation." He turned around and bowed to Master Zhenke, after all, they saved them, and this courtesy should be deserved, "Master Zhenke, if you are not full, follow me into the inn and I will cook noodles for you." ”

Yang Yixiao ran over and reminded in a whisper: "Senior brother, people call Master Zhenke, not Master Zhenke." ”

Lan Ting scratched his head and smiled, "Oh, I'm really embarrassed, what a cute master." ”

"It's really a master, it's not really cute!" Yang Yixiao was extremely embarrassed, wiped the cold sweat on his head and bowed, "Thank you, it's terrible master, uh......" He was taken into the ditch by Lan Ting and couldn't get up.

I really didn't care, nodded at him and turned to leave.

Lan Ting stood on tiptoe and waved goodbye, "Goodbye, poor master!"

"Senior brother, it's not a really poor master, it's a really terrible master! Damn, it's wrong again......

The two teenagers supported each other, bent over and laughed.