In such a dull mood, how can I not find some fun to pass it off as soon as possible? Suddenly I felt that happiness really was to be added to the pain of others. Cai Xiaotu's stupid man would definitely not let go of such a big embarrassing thing at this moment. She was interested in Fanxiu. Fanxiu's disciples made people's stomach bigger and spread it so much that she wouldn't go and see it?

What an international joke?

I believe today will be Fanxiu's Black Sunday. First, his disciples brought shame to Kashyapa Temple, and then he faced Cai Xiaotu's big belly, tsk tsk tsk tsk... It must be very interesting.

Fanxiu's pain made her forget her worries for the time being.

"Give it one hand... Give it one hand..."

The inn courtyard was crowded, and the little rabbit had to break through the crowd by numbing the power of the ox and tigers. When he came to the steps, he didn't dare to move forward and sighed. This was the first time he saw Fanxiu being so majestic. Has all the monks from Kashyapa Temple come? More than 200 young bald men sat cross-legged on the wide steps, all of whom were expressionless and sharp, and were closing their eyes and chanting the scriptures silently.

The noise around them did not disturb them. Similarly, they all emitted eight-story internal force, warning everyone not to get close. If this monk goes up together, even she will not have much chance of winning.

Unfortunately, closing the wooden door tightly blocked the viewer's sight. I heard that the old abbot of Kashyapa Temple and several generations of monks were all here. Are you punishing the poor monk Daluo here now?

"Oh my God, there are masters inside, you can feel it? There are no less than ten people in the nine-level internal strength alone."

"I didn't expect Kashyapa Temple to be so powerful."

"There is only one Sirakshasa in the Ghost Sect, and only the prophet has nine levels of internal strength. The guardians are only six levels. Look at this Kashyapa Temple, you should not be underestimated."

"Why would you say that Shaolin is the only martial arts master in the world? A monk practices martial arts every day after he has enough food? It's hard to think of it without any distractions. With Master Fanxiu's tips, it's even more like a tiger's wings. All three thousand disciples are beyond ordinary people..."

"It's a pity that I can't see how the master abolished Daluo, and I can't see the Soul-Devouring Technique. However, at the conference, Xi Luosha had a killing idea, and maybe I'm destined to see him."

Cai Xiaotu greeted the 18 generations of ancestors who were gloating in her heart. Who are these? I wish Fan Xiu would destroy her, so it was abominable.

Compared to outside, the room was extremely quiet. Eighteen bronze men sat cross-legged on one side, their golden bodies remained as if they were as strong as a mountain, with deep skills. The exposed half of their faces had no ups and downs, as if their heartbeat had stopped. If it weren't for the slightly swaying of their open eyes, no one could see that this was not a sculpture.

More than 30 monks Lu sat cross-legged at the door, knocking on the wooden fish and chanting scriptures. However, the old man sitting directly in front of the bronze man was not a white beard. He was wearing white clothes and a light golden robe that was on his right shoulder. His hair was locked behind his head by a fish-patterned hairpin. His palms were combined in front of his chest, and he looked down at the disciple who was deeply repentant below.

The slandered in the hall, but the person in charge had long hair and waist, but the temperament displayed was something that no monk could compare to. The word "六" between the eyebrows showed everything. The natural Buddha seemed to feel something. His drooping eyelids slightly raised, stared at the front and closed the door tightly. Soon, he lowered his eyes and looked at Daluo who was constantly kowtowing.

It seems that he is not sad or happy, but he has not stopped the disciple from bleeding on his forehead. It is obvious that his anger has already arisen.

The old abbot sat cross-legged beside the man with several old monks of the same generation. When he saw this, the real person in charge of Kashyapa Temple was the only man with hair.

Outside the door, Shi Xueyan squeezed into the crowd and did not meet Cai Xiaotu immediately, but stood far away. She wanted to see how Fanxiu dealt with the Dalu. After all, he himself made the other person's belly bigger and he still went to separate people... The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. In such a dull mood, how could he not find some fun to pass it as soon as possible? Suddenly, I felt that happiness really had to be added to the pain of others. Cai Xiaotu's stupid man would definitely not let go of such a big embarrassing thing. She was interested in Fanxiu. Fanxiu's disciples made the belly bigger and spread it so much that she wouldn't go and see it?

What an international joke?

I believe today will be Fanxiu's Black Sunday. First, his disciples brought shame to Kashyapa Temple, and then he faced Cai Xiaotu's big belly, tsk tsk tsk tsk... It must be very interesting.

Fanxiu's pain made her forget her worries for the time being.

"Give it one hand... Give it one hand..."

The inn courtyard was crowded, and the little rabbit had to break through the crowd by numbing the power of the ox and tigers. When he came to the steps, he didn't dare to move forward and sighed. This was the first time he saw Fanxiu being so majestic. Has all the monks from Kashyapa Temple come? More than 200 young bald men sat cross-legged on the wide steps, all of whom were expressionless and sharp, and were closing their eyes and chanting the scriptures silently.

The noise around them did not disturb them. Similarly, they all emitted eight-story internal force, warning everyone not to get close. If this monk goes up together, even she will not have much chance of winning.

Unfortunately, closing the wooden door tightly blocked the viewer's sight. I heard that the old abbot of Kashyapa Temple and several generations of monks were all here. Are you punishing the poor monk Daluo here now?

"Oh my God, there are masters inside, you can feel it? There are no less than ten people in the nine-level internal strength alone."

"I didn't expect Kashyapa Temple to be so powerful."

"There is only one Sirakshasa in the Ghost Sect, and only the prophet has nine levels of internal strength. The guardians are only six levels. Look at this Kashyapa Temple, you should not be underestimated."

"Why would you say that Shaolin is the only martial arts master in the world? A monk practices martial arts every day after he has enough food? It's hard to think of it without any distractions. With Master Fanxiu's tips, it's even more like a tiger's wings. All three thousand disciples are beyond ordinary people..."

"It's a pity that I can't see how the master abolished Daluo, and I can't see the Soul-Devouring Technique. However, at the conference, Xi Luosha had a killing idea, and maybe I'm destined to see him."

Cai Xiaotu greeted the 18 generations of ancestors who were gloating in her heart. Who are these? I wish Fan Xiu would destroy her, so it was abominable.

Compared to outside, the room was extremely quiet. Eighteen bronze men sat cross-legged on one side, their golden bodies remained as if they were as strong as a mountain, with deep skills. The exposed half of their faces had no ups and downs, as if their heartbeat had stopped. If it weren't for the slightly swaying of their open eyes, no one could see that this was not a sculpture.

More than 30 monks Lu sat cross-legged at the door, knocking on the wooden fish and chanting scriptures. However, the old man sitting directly in front of the bronze man was not a white beard. He was wearing white clothes and a light golden robe that was on his right shoulder. His hair was locked behind his head by a fish-patterned hairpin. His palms were combined in front of his chest, and he looked down at the disciple who was deeply repentant below.

The slandered in the hall, but the person in charge had long hair and waist, but the temperament displayed was something that no monk could compare to. The word "六" between the eyebrows showed everything. The natural Buddha seemed to feel something. His drooping eyelids slightly raised, stared at the front and closed the door tightly. Soon, he lowered his eyes and looked at Daluo who was constantly kowtowing.

It seems that he is not sad or happy, but he has not stopped the disciple from bleeding on his forehead. It is obvious that his anger has already arisen.

The old abbot sat cross-legged beside the man with several old monks of the same generation. When he saw this, the real person in charge of Kashyapa Temple was the only man with hair.

Outside the door, Shi Xueyan squeezed into the crowd and did not meet Cai Xiaotu immediately, but stood far away. She wanted to see how Fanxiu dealt with Dalu. After all, he himself made the other person's belly bigger and he still went to separate people... The more he thought about it, the more excited she became.
Chapter completed!