Thunder Martial

The chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and Purple knew it was over. He remembered the evil ones whom He had punished, when they had come to naught.

But today, I finally met something worse, and I lost my life. But what made him depressed was that he ran into an evil monk, and that was bad luck.

We all know that monks are good, but the first time Zijuan met monks, he met evil monks.

“Master, your body is very special and your work is very strange. It's just too stiff. It's not a good phenomenon. It's very easy to fold. Old Qian just helps you.” The monk grinned, but his hands were fierce and without expression, breaking the purple legs again.

“Dead vultures, are you saving people by breaking their bones?” Zijuan is dying of anger, has seen shameless, but has not seen such shameless.

Obviously doing evil, but so solemn, and putting on a look that I am helping you.

“Master Shi, you have misunderstood the old man. If I do not enter hell, who will enter it, misunderstand it. If only the old man knew that he was saving people, Buddha would see it.” With a light of light gold in his hands, the monk again pinched the other leg bone of the purple beam.

Thus, the bones around the purple limb were broken as many times as possible, and he could not move. The pain in the array almost made him faint.

“Dead bald ass, if there was a newborn, I wouldn't let you go.” Purple beasts have become desperate and there is tremendous hatred all around them.

“Master, when you look at me, you will surely be grateful to me, but unfortunately, you are doomed to have no afterlife.” The monk is still laughing, and the smile is stronger.

Then he stretched out of his arms and pulled out a blue porcelain bottle and poured out a pill of dandelion from it, laughing: "Master, this is a baby dandelion that keeps your limbs weighing and softening so that you can practise without any more problems. ”

The monk was about to let Purple Swallow this medicine.

Zijuan was silent at this moment. He seriously doubted that the monk was insane. Abandoned him, he still had to save him, and took out an unborn baby.

There is a faint fragrance on the baodan, some familiar, purple glance sweeping, almost didn't blow up the lungs, where is this Baodan, it is a common echo, and the cheapest kind, a year ago purple swallowed a bottle of existence.

A little bit in the monk's hand, Baodan had been swallowed by purple, and then the golden light spread across his fingers, pointing towards purple.

“Sponsor, this is an unparalleled method of cultivation, which can speed up the refinement of Baodan and accelerate your recovery. ”

The monk grinned and laughed, like a Melevard, the golden glow between his fingers, constantly lit up, suddenly a golden energy into the body, like running water, these golden energies, constantly poured into the purple body, he felt the pain relieved a lot.

“Master, it is a great credit to have my unblemished Baodan, coupled with the unblemished skill, to soften your bones so that from now on the road can be cultivated unhindered.” Monk Sang-bao was solemn, grinning, very happy.

“Is he really here to save me?” The pain eased, the purple color eased a lot, and seeing the monk's smiling face, he suspected himself a little.

“But it's really a common echo, the same color, the same smell, and in the body, there's no feeling at all. ”

“Isn't that what Baodan looks like? I'm just awkward and can't tell. ”

The monk is serious, and at every bone fracture, a golden energy is struck, which makes the purple feel comfortable.

Now Zijuan once doubted himself, did he misunderstand the monk?

“Things are absolutely inverse, just very easy to fold. Is it true that my body looks like this, though tough, but at an extreme point, it can be counterproductive? ”

Purple hearts don't have a bottom. People are really saving themselves. The opposite is absolutely true, and he has heard of it, just doesn't understand what it means.

But immediately after hearing the monk's words, purple eyes erupted, smoking.

“Sponsor, no Baodin plus no secret method, a total of 1,000 yuan stones.” The monk laughed, saying a thousand yuan stones, his mouth was going to split open, and Purple had seen each other's rear groove teeth.

“It's a fucking robbery, a thousand dollar stones!” Purple wanted to cry and finally understood everything.

Where is the other party saving him? Is this obviously doing business? He broke his body, swallowed himself a Qi Dan, struck several golden energies, and cost a thousand yuan stones.

“Bandits, bandits!” Purple's heart growls again and she wants to cry without tears.

I am so unlucky that I came across such a thing, which is even scarier than bandits and bandits. They say bandits are horrible, and now Purple knows that evil monks are even more horrible.

“Master, look at your face, is it too expensive, don't worry, I am a family member, the child is not deceiving, the last time the young man, like you, gave me a thousand yuan stone.” Here comes the monk, “remember, it's the stones, not the crushed stones. ”

“Pfft!”

Purple did not hold on, spit blood directly, almost sprayed on the monk's face, but the latter avoided, which made Purple depressed.

“I don't have stones.” Zi Zheng turned his head over, but his heart was stifled, “What the hell is going on? Someone beat him up and gave him a thousand yuan of stone. Is that how kidnappers are kidnapped now? ”

Listen to the monk, someone paid Yuanshi before, he mourned for the man.

“No stones?” The monk stunned, the smile on his face converged for the first time, and said heavily: “Impossible, you use masquerade, obviously you don't want people to see who you really are, there must be a reason, people like you, can't be without stones, each should be hugely rich. ”

The monk's serious expression almost didn't let Purple spit out his second blood, "I don't have any stones, not a single one. ”

“No, the old man came to check it out.” The monk knelt down again and then took the purple baggage and looked so seriously.

“The monks have become bandits.” Seeing the monk's seriousness, Purple Wanted to cry, he was actually robbed by a monk.

“Just a little bit! ”

From the purple baggage, the monk flipped out dozens of yuan stones, brows slightly wrinkled, apparently dissatisfied, muttered: “These yuan stones, can't even buy that baodan, did the old stone really lose count or fate? ”

“Shit, you dead bald ass, that's obviously going back to Qi Dan, the cheapest kind, a dollar stone, can buy 10,000 bottles.” The purple growled, pulling the wound and grinning his teeth for a while.

“Sponsor, you are in a photo, but you must not be confused by the appearance. It has the effect of Baodan, even though it is respiratory, you have to trust it.” The monk held all the purple heads in one hand and put one hand in front of his chest, seriously said.

“You're a bandit. That's my whole family.” Purple cried without tears, did not hold on, spit blood again.

“Master, you are wrong, Lao Xiao I have taken out Baodan, used the secret method, it consumes a lot, don't look at it just for a moment, at least ten years of life, just a thousand yuanshi in your district.” Monk.

“Monk, you tell me which temple you are, and I will remember you.” Purple herself doesn't even know what her expression is anymore, and this monk is making him speechless.

“Amitabha Buddha, the monk does not ask where it came from. I am good from my heart and never seek to repay it. ”

Speaking to the monk, Zijuan was about to die of anger and growl, “Don't return the favor, then put my stone there and go. ”

The monk shook his head, "You can't go. The monk doesn't want to return the favor, but the Buddha wants oil money. Lao Xiu I lost a Baodan, ten years of Shou Yuan, just for the Buddha's oil money. It's called if I don't enter hell who will enter it. ”

“Enough monk, don't tell me about Baodan, or I'll rush you. ”

“Well, let's talk about Yuanshi.” The monk is serious, "he said.“ The sponsor only has dozens of stones in the district. It's still a long way from a thousand. I don't know what you'll do? ”

“What the hell to do, kill me if you can, I don't have any stones, all the homeowners have been robbed by your blood-drinking monk, I really don't know which temple burned the wrong incense, point out a monk like you, evil monk.” Purple roar.

“Sponsor, this is a bad word, there are no stones, you can use items to arrive, Baodan can not want it, Shouyuan can not want it, but Buddha's oil money cannot be less.” The monk turned his eyes and saw the long sword wrapped in a long cloth next to the purple rag.

He reached for it, the sword reached for it, the cloth fell off, the flame sword appeared in front of him, still in the sheath, the flame sword emitted bright red light, like a flame burning.

“Nice sword!” The monk's eyes lit up, the eyes, hard to describe, approaching the prostitute to see the red ~ naked beauty, like the beggar saw Jinshan.

The monk's eyes are very thieves, you can see purple beauty at first glance, now just look at the handle of the sword, you know it is a good sword.

The sound of ‘"flaming sword appeared, rendering the surrounding area red, red light mapping, like a burning cloud, burning most of the sky, long sword cold light, sword Fengsen cold, emitting a compelling atmosphere.

“What a sword!” The monk's eyes lit up and he sighed.

A moment later, the monk appreciated enough and turned: “Although the sword was of poor quality, poor material, poor selling style, not sharp enough, not long enough, not soft enough, not thin enough, the old man barely accepted it. ”

“Monk, your mouth is jolly open to your ears, not good enough you give me the sword, he day I give you a thousand yuan stone.” Zijuan was almost speechless, and he now seriously suspected that the monk had stopped his purpose for the sake of the sword.

“Haha, the master smiled, I am happy because another good deed was done, Buddha knows, will be happy, is so-called saving a life is better than building a seven-level floating massacre.” The monk smiled and revealed two rows of back teeth, unable to close his mouth.

“Buddha knows that you will be angry to death, you are a scum, evil monk, which temple burns incense wrong, burn out your excellent!” Purple roar.

“Hey! If I don't enter Hell, who will enter it, the Lord is in love, don't be confused by the appearance!” The monk sighed low, but he was still laughing, "Lord, you and I have fortune. After today, fortune has run out, he has fortune to see you again. ”

Take away the stones, take the blazing sword, the monk is leaving.

“Monk, dare you report your name?” The purple lay on the ground, shouting loudly.

The monk was lucky that many dry food was thrown on the ground.

“Haha, Lao Qian never asked for a picture, today's fortune has been exhausted, he will see each other again. ”

“How dare you, monk, give me a secret?” Purple scolded.

“Oh, sin, almost forgot about it, no secret here.” The monk slapped his head, grinning his mouth forward, and his back groove teeth revealed no doubt.

Then he pulled a secret book out of his arms, a yellow one, wrinkled and very old looking.