Han Xue and Yan Keke were still sleeping, and Qin Yang was unwilling to disturb their sleep. Han Xue and Yan Keke had already cast a heavy shadow in his heart because of the matter of Xintiandi. In any case, the second woman could not let the second time she hurt Chen Xing in another world read the whole line.

As a qualified good man, no matter whether you are the president of a country or just a commoner, whether you have great achievements or mediocre things, the first thing you must do is not to hurt your beloved woman.

Yes, no matter whether others want to admit it or not, Qin Yang always thinks he is a perfect man.

Qin Yang threw down his words and walked out the door with the living Buddha following closely.

Qin Yang came to the yard, opened the car door and went to the driving position. The Living Buddha seemed to have a clear view of his thoughts and got into the back seat without hesitation.

He is a blind man.

But judging from the amplitude and accuracy of his movements, no one can underestimate him because he is a blind man, otherwise the man would become a blind man!

Qin Yang didn't say much nonsense, so he started the car, stepped on the accelerator and left with a bang. The car set off like a beast, heading towards Jiuqu Mountain.

About forty minutes later, the car stopped at the top of Jiuqu Mountain.

Qin Yang pushed open the car door and got out of the car, blew the cold wind on the top of the mountain, storing air bit by bit until his condition reached its peak.

To be honest, Qin Yang regretted driving here with a living Buddha in person. Although driving is a very simple thing, it is not easy to say that.

He focused all his attention on the car on the road, and naturally, his mind was slightly relaxed, while the living Buddha sat upright in the back seat, closing his eyes and reciting scriptures to nourish his mind.

Forty minutes is enough to make his energy and energy reach the best state.

Fortunately, it seems that the old monk still has a little kindness in his heart, and he did not launch a sneak attack because of his driving. At this time, he was not in a hurry to leave, as if he was waiting for him to adjust his breath and fight Qinglan fairly.

This made Qin Yang a little admire, but it did not prevent him from doing what he would do later.

"I'm fine." Qin Yang said.

The car door opened and the living Buddha got out of the car. His thin and yellow orange skin was full of compassion. The mountain wind blew his monk's robe, making a slight sound, making it look like a living Buddha, as if he would be blown by the wind at any time.

"The donor is too angry, and this battle can be avoided." said the living Buddha.

"You are nonsense." Qin Yang said unhappily.

"Although nonsense is nonsense, it is also the most principle in the world. Everyone yearns for tranquility and peace. The Buddha began to come to the world to save sentient beings in the sea of ​​suffering, in order to make the world safe and happy, rather than to cause killing!" said the living Buddha.

"Is there fewer people killed by Buddha?" Qin Yang sneered.

The living Buddha was silent, and after a while, he said, "If there is good in the world, there will be evil. If evil cannot be eliminated, how can there be light?"

"What is evil and what is good? Are evil and good based on the law, morality as the judgment, or the Buddha in your heart?" Qin Yang asked in a deep voice.

"Evil is evil, good is good." Surprisingly, the Living Buddha avoided this topic.

"So, in your opinion, you are good, I am evil, right?" Qin Yang laughed: "Old monk, you call yourself a living Buddha, but you forgot that Buddha is dead and human beings live. Evil and good are not decided by the Buddha. You are too self-righteous."

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Qin Yang uses running to drive the energy of the whole body, and invisibly gains an advantage in strength. He uses active action to fight passively, and the effect is self-evident.

With a "punch", the living Buddha's body shook and took a step back.

Qin Yang wanted this effect. He twisted his waist, waved his fist, and launched an attack on the living Buddha at a faster speed.

The living Buddha stepped back and his figure was nailed to the ground tightly, his legs spread like a compass, and his right hand faced Qin Yang's fist at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to catch.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

...

The two of them fought head-on and punched more than ten punches in an instant.

The mountain wind was driven by the fist wind of the two, and turned into a killing weapon. The trees on the roadside fell and the dead grass flew everywhere. The road made of cement was also scraped apart, revealing the yellow soil inside.

Even a dozen punches cannot shake the living Buddha in one step.

Qin Yang's heart was slightly shocked, but he became more and more eager to fight.

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Qin Yang's figure flashed again, and two fists were fired at the same time, one punch facing the living Buddha's fist, and another punch hit his chest.

The speed is too fast, and every time you take action, you don’t have any time to think.

Qin Yang suddenly changed his move, and the living Buddha was obviously a little panicked. He faced Qin Yang's fist with his right hand, and his left hand inevitably stretched out his sleeves and attacked Qin Yang's left hand.

"Bang...bang..."

The two fists, like the sound of a pressure cooker exploded, rolled up a layer of airflow and lifted away a big tree behind him.

"So strong!" Qin Yang's eyes were chilling.

Judging from the opponents he has met in the past, no one has ever been so strong, whether it is the boxing champion Statham in the underground boxing ring, Wu Xiaofang and others, or even the people from the fifth team such as Phoenix.

Perhaps, Mrs. Qingcheng is very strong.

But unfortunately, he had never seen Mrs. Qingcheng really take action, and he was not very clear about Mrs. Qingcheng's strength.

But this did not eliminate Qin Yang's fighting spirit, but instead inspired his determination to win.

If the Living Buddha is a roadblock on his path of striving for progress, then he will turn him into a whetstone for himself to become stronger.

Such a mobile phone visit is really rare.

A low roar was heard from his mouth, and Qin Yang swung two punches again, attacking the living Buddha one after another. He didn't believe that he could block it once or twice, ten times twenty times, but fifty times and one hundred times?

Yes, Qin Yang saw that although the living Buddha called himself a Buddha, he had a strong murderous intent and had extremely rich practical experience... He was almost perfect, but his weakness was not without it.

The Living Buddha is old, he is really old.

Even if the old people have strong essence and blood, they are always much worse than young people.

Living Buddha cannot withstand the consumption of protracted war, but he can.

Using one's strengths and attacking the enemy's weaknesses is Qin Yang's strategy for attacking.

A minute has passed...

Ten minutes have passed...

This is a war of attrition in competition of endurance. No one in Qin Yang or Living Buddha can do anything to each other. Whoever retreats first will lose first.

The living Buddha fought for the holy object and could never admit defeat. In order to protect the Buddha, Qin Yang would never admit defeat.

The two of them fought each other in one place, one punch, one kick, one sideways, and one piece of clothing, all of which became means of attack.

Suddenly, Qin Yang raised his right foot high and kicked the living Buddha in the chest. The living Buddha made a move and suddenly clenched his fist with his right hand and smashed it hard.

A strange smile flashed across Qin Yang's mouth, and the figure flashed and disappeared in place. The face of the living Buddha changed drastically and he suddenly turned around, but it was too late.

Qin Yang kicked it out just a fake move, but the living Buddha punched it out, but he used his moves.

Qin Yang’s goal was not the chest of the living Buddha, but his back.

A "boom" punch was swung out, and Qin Yang's fist was pressed against the back of the living Buddha's heart. The living Buddha's figure jumped by him, and it was knocked out dozens of meters before stabilizing his body. A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Living Buddha, has anyone said you are old?" Qin Yang teased deliberately.

The living Buddha had no expression on his face, and he chanted the Buddha's name aloud, took a step forward, and came to Qin Yang's face. Qin Yang's face changed with a sudden change. Before he could react, he was punched away by the living Buddha.
Chapter completed!