Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

After Baiyin flew upside down several feet away, he covered his chest with one hand and stood up with difficulty.

He looked down at the exoskeleton armor on his chest, and found that the evolutionary defense he was most proud of was sunken in a large piece, and it was even more cracked.

Suddenly, his eyes were full of astonishment.

How can it be?

The magic of Dayu monkey can actually cause stupid damage to the most powerful defensive bone armor of the sand bone tribe?Even almost broke open?

impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
That monkey must have used some crooked means.

Bayin was so frightened that he clenched the hammer tightly in his hand, and looked at Wei Canglan who was not far away.

However, after seeing the real face on the opposite side, Bai Yin's body trembled, and he was dumbfounded.

In his eyes, Wei Canglan, who was covered in a golden halo, still stood there quietly, never wavering.

Even, since the duel between the two, he never moved again.

At this moment, in addition to the golden light that can be called absolute defense, even several times stronger than the bone armor, there is also a giant arm and fist that grew out of thin air from his back.

On the arm, the muscles are knotted, and the black copper skin is covered with strange golden runes, majestic and mysterious.

"Is that the fist?"

Baiyin's legs trembled twice unconsciously, looking at the arm that appeared out of thin air, he kept shaking his head, unable to believe it.

That arm doesn't seem to be growing on his body, but is connected to his back with strands of breath.

And the size of the arm fully covered Bayin's figure.

"What the hell is that?"

"Dayu's monkey..."

"No! No, he has something to do with those bald men from the Western Regions. During the whole fight, he used Buddhism."

"This guy... obviously looks like a woman, and has the characteristics of a typical Dayu, how can he know Buddhism..."

Thinking secretly in his heart, Baiyin glanced at the sunken bone armor on his chest, and there was faint blood seeping from the crack.

In an instant, he knew that something was wrong, so he turned around and ran away without saying a word.

At the same time, he also uttered a strange roar towards his subordinates who were eating away at the caravan not far away.

When the other Shabone tribe heard the signal to retreat, although they didn't know what happened, they still grabbed a few corpses and a few horses, ran with big strides, and began to retreat.

In a blink of an eye, in the vast desert, those tall, mighty, oppressive monsters were no longer seen, only a few caravan members who had escaped by chance, lingering and crying.

Wei Canglan squinted his eyes, watching the opponent retreat, but he didn't chase after him.

Don't chase after the poor.

Moreover, there is not much aura left in the body.

Although there is the existence of the Vajra Dharma, which can make up for the vacancy of spiritual energy in a short period of time, the feeling of fatigue that followed cannot be erased.

He also didn't expect that this seemingly victorious battle would force him to this point.

Looking back at King Kong's arm, Wei Canglan couldn't help shaking his head.

I thought that only summoning one arm and fist of Volcanic King Kong would be enough to defeat the opponent.

But still underestimated the defensive performance of the bone armor.

King Kong's arm did not break it.

It could also be related to the size of the summoning arm.

This time, Wei Canglan didn't need to pretend, so he deliberately adjusted the size of the summoned arm, which can be regarded as training the mastery and control of the spiritual energy in the fight.

After all, he is already a knot pill now, and he will be a golden pill in the future.

That's where the entire cultivation system really enters the room.

If he stays in the dark again and completely relies on his golden fingers to fight against the enemy, then if one day he encounters a truly powerful opponent, just like today's Bayin, it may be difficult for him to win.

If one day, hypothetically, hypothetically, the golden finger suddenly fails.

Then Wei Canglan had to rely purely on spiritual energy and cast various spells in order to win.

Therefore, it can be regarded as a rainy day, Wei Canglan has been fighting hard in today's fight.

Not too much aura was wasted.

This is not a small improvement for him who has always been sloppy.

Restraining the golden light and arms, Wei Canglan was not in a hurry to find the third disciple.

Relying on his breath, he judged that the third disciple and Xiaohua were hiding more than ten miles away, they were very safe, and there was no danger around them.

So, he walked towards the caravan over there, ready to inquire about the Sand Bone Clan.

When he came to the place where more than a dozen corpses lay, Wei Canglan saw an old warrior sitting on a cargo box, moaning and haggard.

"My condolences, old man."

Wei Canglan spoke politely.

"Sigh... there is no need to mourn... We in this business all knew that such a day would come, but we didn't expect it to be so tragic this time..."

The old man sighed again and again, took the cigarette rod from his waist, and wanted to light it up.

But the flint couldn't be fired anyway, and there was wind and sand around, and the tobacco in the smoke pot just wouldn't burn.

Wei Canglan didn't speak, but with a movement of his finger, the spiritual energy rushed into the smoke pot, and suddenly a few wisps of sparks appeared.

"Thank you..."

The old man smiled gratefully, took two puffs, and suddenly remembered something:
"Are you a monk?"

"No, you should be from the Western Regions? That's right, further west from here, across the stretch of snow-capped mountains is the Western Regions."

Unexpectedly, Wei Canglan shook his head and said calmly:
"I'm not a monk."

"Then why do you know Buddhism? Although I have been saving my life just now, I still caught a glimpse of the Buddha's light not far away..."

Wei Canglan smiled, and replied half-truthfully:

"I have a predestined relationship with Buddha."

"Oh, I see. I'm a lay disciple. It's great. I can compete with the Shabone Race and even repel them... Unlike us traffickers, in the end, we have nothing to lose..."

The old man looked lonely.

However, what Wei Canglan said next made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

"Businessman? I'm afraid not?"

"How can a businessman's clothes be bound?"

Wei Canglan had already discovered this clue.

The old man looked embarrassed, and quickly explained:

"We are also warriors, we must have two hands to protect the goods, otherwise..."

"haha, really?"

Wei Canglan didn't take it seriously, and continued:
"There are traces of aura in your tobacco rod and pot. The reason why you use a flint and steel to light your cigarette is to hide your identity from me, right?"

"Don't worry, I'm not greedy for your goods."

"Just, I'm curious, what's in this box"

As he spoke, Wei Canglan raised his hand and patted the big wooden box that the old man was sitting under.

Wood is a strange material, resistant to abrasion and blows.

It is absolutely impossible for ordinary goods to be packed in such a box, which is far more valuable than goods.

Those people from the Sandbone Tribe are tyrannical, but they have no brains.

When they left, they only took the corpses and horses, and they probably took them back to eat.

The box was naturally not their target.

Being questioned one after another by Wei Canglan, the old man was a little stunned, but he just kept silent and bowed his head.