In fact, the arhat who raised the alms bowl was not idle either.
After taking the photo of Huang Xiaomao, the pungent smell lingered for a long time.
The Arhat looked at his hands and raised his alms bowl. The Arhat felt the same and was very frightened.
As soon as the Dharma appears, the sound of Sanskrit sounds is fragrant, sacred and solemn.
My Arhat Dharma image will be released outside later, and it will carry the stench of yellow hair.
What to do?
Therefore, the Arhat Dharma Minister did not care to continue attacking, and began to rub his hands in the crushed ice, hoping to get rid of the sour smell.
I was bending over to rub my hands when I suddenly heard a shout from Huang Xiaomao.
"The good son of the Huang family is the strongest in the world!"
What is this crazy guy doing?
Are you cheering yourself up?
Arhat Faxiang looked up subconsciously, only to see a foot kicking towards him.
This foot is very big, very big, a bit like the legendary Tiancan foot.
Moreover, since he was not wearing any shoes, his toes were actually exposed on the socks that could not be seen.
Looking along the feet towards the source, it turned out to be the still small Huang Xiaomao.
Wow, can he still make his feet huge by himself?
It looks like it is indeed a magic weapon.
Are those Lucun socks well-deserved?
But, have you never heard of it?
If you look at the performance of socks.
So, could the other equipment he boasted about also be enlarged?
That's a bit awesome.
Unexpectedly, in this human world.
A little magician who can come up with a magic weapon of this level is truly a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.
Fortunately, it was all crushed by my own slap just now.
Now all I have to deal with is one stinky sock.
Yes, they are smelly socks.
Before the foot could reach it, the pungent sour smell was already rushing toward him, and its lethality was astonishing.
Just like that 16-year-old boy in his prime, wearing artificial leather sneakers after playing basketball? The sticky and passionate youth.
What does the Bo-Bo Arhat think? If his Dharma image is kicked in the face by this smelly foot? Then he will really not be able to see anyone in the future.
The Arhat Dharma Master was in a hurry to get out of the way? But he still let this foot rub his face.
This feeling, sticky? Wet and greasy, the sour smell is like substance? It permeates the face of Arhat Dharma? It lasts for a long time.
The Arhat's mentality suddenly collapsed.
The arhat Dharmaxiang and the alms-raising arhat lowered their heads at the same time and began to vomit, as if they would rather die if they did not vomit out the nausea.
While retching, the Arhat raised his bowl and reflected.
What misfortunes have you suffered? Why should you endure such a thing?
Is it because? Lingzi mother said that there should be a gap?
I did leave a seam, but what kind of stuff came out of this seam.
Big ice tumor...
Big ice hunchback...
Malaysian monkey...
Big smelly socks...
He made a rash move, even though he didn't hit him squarely? But Huang Xiaomao's confidence came back immediately.
They say the face of a child is like a child in June? Huang Xiaomao also looks like a child.
I completely forgot that I felt so uncomfortable just now that I wanted to commit suicide.
Turn over? He stood up and pointed at his torn socks.
"Look? Look? How about it?"
I'm not bragging, right?
These are Lucun’s socks.
More powerful than I imagined? Are you envious?"
Seeing the arrogant Huang Xiaomao with blood on his face, tatters all over his body, everyone fell silent again.
With players like this, they are a nightmare for both their enemies and their own people.
Yuanyuan couldn't pretend anymore, so she silently stood back beside Xiao Sun and thoughtfully stuffed two wads of tissue into his nose.
Shi Huozhu upstairs was very surprised when he saw the huge Lucun socks.
Although I didn’t care what Huang Xiaomao said.
But judging from the performance of these worn-out socks, they are indeed pretty good.
It turns out that it looked so tattered just now because my magical power was not activated.
Looking at Huang Xiaomao's cultivation, he probably wouldn't be able to activate such a powerful magic weapon.
That is, the magic weapon itself has an energy storage system, and it only needs the correct formula to activate it.
If so, that would be interesting.
According to my own research, a magic weapon without an energy supply system can only be regarded as an ordinary product.
No matter how powerful it is, it is just sharper and stronger, and it cannot be put on the table.
It's like a lightbulb that emits light when powered on, nothing special about it.
If you have a solar panel that absorbs energy and emits light, it would be considered advanced.
If it's more advanced, you only need to bring a storage battery and it can light up 24 hours a day.
The Lucun socks in front of me are a bit like a solar light bulb with its own battery, which is a bit high-end.
If we follow the heavenly theory of the level of magic weapons, this pair of Lucun socks with exposed toes can be considered a spiritual weapon.
Although, in the grading standards of heaven, spiritual weapons are considered to be the lowest level existence, they just have some special effects.
It can't compare to an immortal weapon, let alone Cai Gen's bone-cutting knife.
Thinking of this, Shi Huozhu couldn't help but run away.
Cai Gen's bone-cutting knife is really a good thing, comparable to a magical weapon.
It generates intelligence and can also activate different modes of weapons. In the past, there were not many weapons in heaven, only the nine-tooth nail rake, the golden cudgel and so on.
It's a pity that Cai Gen's own strength is limited and he can't play a single role.
A little jealous of Cai Gen, he turned to think about Lu Cun's smelly socks.
Although the spiritual weapons are not very impressive, there are many of them.
The number of one hundred thousand level is a bit beyond Shi Huozhu's understanding.
Even if my own unit smuggles a lot of things from above, they are not on the order of 100,000.
It’s not like I’ve never been to Changbai San. My family is quite wealthy. Where did they get so many spiritual weapons?
When I visited the yellow stall, I saw that the only thing that had been handed down was Changbai and Sanyi, and he was scratching and pulling things all the time.
How has it been preserved after so many years?
Doesn’t it last long and doesn’t dissipate spiritual energy?
Shi Huozhu, who couldn't understand, could only sigh and speak his mind.
"It's true, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. The three Changbai families are really rich."
Next to her, Li Saishi seemed to be able to see through Shi Huozhu's thoughts. She was very disapproving and a little sarcastic.
"This is the most tasteless nonsense.
A dead camel, no matter how big it is, is still a dead camel.
In essence, it is inferior to a living horse.
Compare two fundamentally different things together.
Either stupid or bad.
It disgusts the camel to death and reveals the tragic fact of short life.
It also expresses the small luck of being alive and reflects one's sense of superiority in being alive.
In a way, although I am not as strong as you, I have lived longer than you.
If you say you are angry or not, where can you reason with me?"
Why is this old lady so sensitive?
I just said something casually, is it necessary to have such a big reaction?
Shi Huozhu didn't feel that he had said the wrong thing.
In heaven, everyone talks like this all the time.
Always start by boasting about how awesome you are.
Then reverse it and express regret hypocritically.
No matter how awesome it is, it's yellow, but it's still not awesome enough.
Today, why are there still people who don’t want to listen?
"Grandma Li, I just feel emotional.
Changbai’s 300,000 sets of spiritual weapons and magic weapons are indeed quite a lot.”
Li Sai's mood has not changed, and he is still unhappy.
"Are your ears for breathing or for smelling?
Why did I listen to the person on the phone saying that it was less than 100,000 sets?"
