"Friends, the misunderstanding is all caused by that monk and has nothing to do with Pindao."

Yipou was stunned for a moment, and he opened his mouth to betray Monk Wu Ding: "Pindao is a good person, a very good person."

"I don't know what your friend's surname is, what sect he comes from. I wonder if a poor Taoist knows the elders of a noble sect?"

Seeing that the other party did not speak, Yipou continued: "By the way, friend, you must be careful. That monk is rough and thick-skinned. He is definitely not dead. Hurry up and give him a few more punches to prevent him from recovering...

"

"Haha... Shall I hit him so that you can escape?"

Ye Qing curled his lips, and it turned out to be a familiar recipe and a familiar taste.

"How could it be possible? Pindao is not that kind of person?" Yipong said with an upright face.

"Really? Then tell me, what kind of person are you?" Ye Qing teased.

"Pindao..." Yipo muttered a few words, then suddenly seemed to think of something, and gradually fell silent.

"Say, why don't you say anything?" Ye Qing smiled when he saw Yi Pou remained silent.

"Wu Huan...brother?" Yi Pian later realized it and asked tentatively.

"Hahaha... you recognized me!" Ye Qing stopped teasing Yi Pian, dissipated the motherly aura from his body, revealed his true face, and said with a smile.

"It's really you, brother!"

Yipou turned his head and looked at the familiar figure and face standing on his shoulder, a look of ecstasy on his face.

"It's me, brother, long time no see." Ye Qing also smiled happily.

At the same time, Ye Qing seemed to realize something. He suddenly looked back, used his fist as a sledgehammer, and struck it with his backhand.

The fist fell silently, but it seemed to make a sound. The entire lake seemed to shake, and only a giant golden pillar was seen touching Ye Qing's fist.

Immediately, a golden Buddha appeared in the water, and the golden pillar was just a finger of the Buddha.

The next moment, the remaining four fingers of the golden Buddha fell down one after another.

Every finger falling is like a sky falling.

The five fingers represent the five heavens, one of the eight seals of Lanke, and the five-day seal of the great sun.

"Well done..."

Ye Qing took a deep breath, used his arm as a big gun, and shook it to produce flowers.

Use the fist as the tip of the spear, and the shot will be like a soaring dragon.

"boom"

The five heavens that fell one after another were pierced by Ye Qing's punch, and the entire Buddha's arm was shaken up by the punch. The Buddha's body was also unstable, and was driven backwards by the force attached to the arm.

Ye Qing's side was also shaken to pieces by the huge force, and he fell straight into the mud at the bottom of the lake.

But the next moment, Ye Qing rushed out of the mud, and the fallen Buddha also stabilized his body.

"Monk, stop it, it's all a misunderstanding."

At this time, Yipou, who had come to his senses, hurriedly stood between the two of them: "Brother, don't do anything, this monk is one of our own."

In fact, Ye Qing had already guessed that the monk and Yipou were in the same group without Yipou's reminder.

After all, judging from their previous poor attitudes, the two of them seemed to know each other and were quite familiar with each other.

Later, when the monk fought with him, he seemed to be very powerful, but he was very restrained. Apparently he was afraid of hurting the fish in the pond and hurting Yipo.

Therefore, the two must be together.

"Stop it, monk, put your Nanda body away."

Yipou waved to the Buddha in the distance: "Come here quickly, I will introduce you to a friend."

Upon hearing this, the golden light on the Buddha's body slowly faded away, revealing a handsome monk wearing moon-white monk robes, with colorful Buddha lights on his head, just like a great eminent monk.

"Come, monk, let me introduce you. This is Wu Huan, my good brother, who I often mentioned to you before."

When the monk Wuding came closer, Yipo took Ye Qing's arm and said happily: "This monk is my old friend. Brother, you can just call him Wuding. If you find it troublesome, you can call him monk."

"Junior Ye Wuhuan, I have met Zen Master Wuding." Ye Qing bowed his hand to the monk Wuding.

"Amitabha, the poor monk Wu Ding has met the donor Ye."

Monk Wuding also recited the Buddha's name, returned the gift to Ye Qing, and said humbly: "I don't dare to accept it as a Zen master. If the donor does not give up, just call the poor monk Wuding."

"You're welcome, Zen Master." Ye Qing smiled, not taking it seriously. The monk Wuding in front of him seemed to be the same as him. He was on the path of body training and martial arts, reaching the realm of a great master. However, he had previously transformed into the golden body of Nanda.

, one move after another, but it seems to contain the power of a saint.

If it weren't for Monk Wuding's empty Qi, huge consumption, and an empty body, as if he had been seriously injured, then it would have been impossible for him to gain the upper hand in the previous fight.

When he observed Monk Wu Ding, Monk Wu Ding was also observing the young man in front of him. Although Yi Pou had always said how outstanding and powerful the other person was before, it was only when he saw it with his own eyes that he realized that Yi Pou's praise

, there is no suspicion of exaggeration. Not only is there no exaggeration, but it is also somewhat modest.

The person in front of me is already a great master at a young age, and his physical strength and physical prowess are beyond the comparison of ordinary great masters, and even worse than what he is now.

You must know that he was once a saint, the being who built the golden body of Buddha. Although he was injured and fell, he was still a saint. A skinny camel was bigger than a horse, and his physical body was stronger. With a golden body, even some semi-saints could

Not even comparable.

But in the head-to-head confrontation before, it was him who suffered the loss, which shows how strong the other party is.

In fact, he is a rare talent seen in Lanke Temple for hundreds of years. Especially in the process of body training, he is known as the reincarnation of the Buddha and the reborn sage. He has achieved the status of Buddha at a young age and has unparalleled talent.

But even so, when he was the other person's age, he was not as good as him. If nothing unexpected happened, the person in front of him might be able to become a saint in the next few years, and he could look forward to the great path.

"We are all friends, stop being so polite."

Yipo waved his hand, looked at Ye Qing, and said slightly shocked: "By the way, brother, how come you have become so powerful after not seeing each other for a few days?"

"It's just a small chance, not worth a moment."

Ye Qing smiled and changed the subject: "Let's talk about the matter at hand. Who is that woman in wedding clothes? How did you provoke her?"

"The devil knows what that is."

Yipou muttered, and then briefly told Ye Qing how he met the woman in wedding clothes and how the woman in wedding clothes entangled them.

"Brother, tell me, is she repaying a favor with a grudge? I was kind enough to build a monument and a tomb for him, but in the end she wanted to kill us. It's really not repaying my good intentions."

"Haha...if you hadn't coveted their wedding clothes, would they have pestered you?"

Ye Qing laughed and said: "Brother, you are wrong. The so-called great kindness should not be repaid. If you promise with your body, others have already promised you with your body. Doesn't it count as repaying a favor?"

"Shit, Pindao is an outsider, how can he get married? What's more, he is an evil creature?"
Chapter completed!