Supreme Lord

“Who! Which little bastard have the ambition to eat the leopard’s guts, dare to yell here, are you tired?”

An old man appeared in response.

This old man came out from the nostrils of the huge Buddha statue. It was a sloppy old man who looked rough and sloppy. He was wearing torn clothes, his chest open, his hat, and his shoes. , Holding a broken fan in his hand, and a bottle gourd of wine hanging around his waist.

Seeing this sloppy old man, Gu Qingfeng smiled again, because the old man is not someone else, he is a monk.

“Master Master!”

Fuji monk quickly got up from the ground, jumped up and ran to the side of the big monk, pointed at Gu Qingfeng, and said quickly: “This kid I don’t know where it came out. The mysterious and secretive look looks like there is no cultivation base or good fortune, but it is so tight. Only then did the discipline use all his energy to get him, but he was stunned by his throat. .”

“You are a good-for-nothing stuff, and you have a face to speak out, you brat is not too embarrassed, I still want to go out later Don’t motherfucker said I’m your Master, I can’t afford to lose this person!”

The fiercely fiercely reprimanded the monk, the monk had a thick face and said, “Master Ah, this kid is very evil. I can see through the good fortune in my body at a glance. Disciple mentions your Senior’s name. This kid not only laughed heartily, but also scolds you Senior as a tortoise bastard.”

“Go away!”

The Daxing monk slapped the head of the Buddhist monk, and then looked towards Gu Qingfeng standing on top of the Buddha statue.

It was discovered that Gu Qingfeng has neither a cultivation base nor good fortune, and is just a plain mortal, neither samsara reincarnation nor Seize Body For Rebirth, nor does it have any avenues. There is nothing more than the most basic human interest.

The Daxing Monk frowned, even though he cultivated for a long, long time, even he has forgotten about it, and he wandered around All Heavens Myriad Realms all the year round. It is no exaggeration to say since ancient times, above heaven under earth, Three Thousand Great Daos, what destiny, what true destiny, what should be fate, what should be fate, what taboo, what Old Ancestor, etc. messy, he has seen everything he should have seen, he should not have seen it I’ve seen it all.

In all ages, he has seen great characters with names and surnames. Not only have they seen them, but they also know many of them.

No matter how mysterious, no matter how weird, no matter how unknown, he has seen people.

And these people have one thing in common.

That is not to see through.

The problem now is that the mortal in front of you is not mysterious, nor weird, just an ordinary mortal who can’t be more ordinary. At least, there is no place to see through the monk, not only I can’t see through it, but at a glance it is perfectly clear. It is a fleshy body, a mortal mortal, not at all any mysterious and strange place.

If you meet such a person in the secular world, the monk will not bother to look at it at all, because such a mortal is plentiful and easily available in the secular world, there is nothing worthy of his curiosity, but this mortal in front of him, Not only was he able to break into this place, but he also shook his own good discipline to the bleeding of Qiqiao, and even shook the ruins violently.

This has to make the Daxing Monk feel curious.

is it possible that In which era is this master who came back from recovery?

Although there will be so many powerful human beings in every age, those masters have special humane innate great good fortune. On the other hand, don’t talk about the innate great good fortune, not even a touch of spiritual breath for motherfucker.

In this case, it was the first time that Daxing Monk met him.

What made him even more puzzled was that he looked at this guy who was sitting on the head of the Buddha and was drinking. He didn’t know why, but he always felt familiar, and the more he saw, the more familiar he became, but he just couldn’t remember. There is no impression.

Here.

Gu Qingfeng sitting on top of the Buddha statue, each minding their own business, drinking wine and not talking, letting the monk look at himself and look at the monk a face of Doubt, Gu Qingfeng couldn’t help laughing again.

“Boy.”

The Daxing monk appeared on top of the Buddha statue, looked up and down Gu Qingfeng, and said: “Look, you are a bit familiar, are we here? Have you seen it somewhere?”

It’s okay if the Daxing monk doesn’t say this. When he said this, Gu Qingfeng laughed more happily.

“Hey! Little bastard! I’m talking to you, you laughed a fool!”

It was discovered that Gu Qingfeng, instead of stopping, laughed more and more frantically and madly. The monk yelled angrily and said: “motherfucker, dare to make fun of Lao Tzu? Are you looking for it!” As he said, the monk raised his hand and slapped his hand to teach the guy who couldn’t tell good from bad.

Looking at the slap of the monk, Gu Qingfeng was about to slap Gu Qingfeng’s face. The moment he snapped his wrist, it was Gu Qingfeng who was not someone else.

“Hey! You little bastard, you have a lot of energy!” The Daxing monk suddenly used force, and he couldn’t believe that he couldn’t shake the opponent. This one is really crazy. The monk’s excitement was not light, and his face changed slightly, said solemnly: “Where did the motherfucker come out of you brat? It’s pretty evil!”

The voice fell, and the monk tried hard again. However, it is of no avail and cannot shake Gu Qingfeng at all.

“Well, you bastard, I can’t move you if I don’t believe it!”

The monk was furious, and Buddha’s radiance flashed all over his body, and the boundless power burst out, bang At that moment, he forcibly bounced Gu Qingfeng’s hand away.

“Oh, Daxing, I haven’t seen you in ten thousand years, it’s still a bit of progress.”

Gu Qingfeng laughed, and said: “Come and take a punch.” /p>

Before speaking, Gu Qingfeng raised his hand as a punch. This fist is just a pure punch. It is neither Magical Powers nor contains any mysterious, and the speed is not fast, but the great monk does not. After catching it, there was no reaction at all, and he punched him firmly in the chest.

Going down this fist, the monk only feels that the blood inside the body is churning, the skin, the bones, and the bloodline are as painful as being torn.

The monk Daxing hasn’t experienced the sensation of pain for a long, long time. He almost forgets what it feels like in the end. His heart is shocked and shocked, but more anger.

“Ah!! Bastard, your motherfucker dare to sneak attack I! Courting death!”

Forcibly enduring the pain, the monk also took a punch.

“Good coming!”

Gu Qingfeng jumped up, and also took a punch!

Boom!

The two punched in the air!

Boom! boom! boom!

In the blink of an eye, there were three punches.

When the First Fist confronted, the monk groaned.

When the second punch hits, the Daxing Monk retreats.

At the time of the third blow, the Daxing Monk was already vomiting blood.