Cyber Daming

"It is precisely because I don't understand, little monk, that I want to ask the donor for advice."

Li Jun's five fingers holding the knife gradually jumped, and he said with a smile: "Why should I teach you?"

"Because there are only you and me here now. If you exchange a secret for a life, the donor will not lose anything."

The wisdom root between Jiwu's eyebrows is as bright as jade, and coupled with that extremely handsome face, the whole person exudes a holy aura.

Li Jun tapped the mechanical body on the ground with his toes, "Are you so confident that you can defeat me in a duel?"

"A Peak Seventh Order who is in the stage of order change and whose genetic sequence is not stable was just restrained by your sudden advancement in martial arts, so he was killed with one knife. Otherwise, the outcome is still unknown at this time. .”

Jingwu raised one hand in front of him, "But even if he met the young monk in his prime, he would only end up being saved."

Pull and step, this monk is really good at making analogies!

Li Jun's eyes twitched and he said in a ferocious voice: "Then let's try it out?"

"as you wish."

The monk's shoes were raised forward, and the sword in the warrior's hand was ready to go.

But just when the bloody battle was about to break out, the monk's shoes suddenly froze the moment they hit the ground, hovering just a millimeter away from the mud.

The wind blew through the monk's robes, making a crackling sound.

The rain hits the long knife, making no sound when it touches the edge.

The two figures were in a confrontation, but the battle between their eyes never stopped.

Suddenly, Jiwu's right foot fell back to its original position.

The ferocious look on Li Jun's face also dissipated at this moment, and he said calmly: "How did you find out?"

"The moment I was about to land, his gun locked onto me, and I couldn't hide the murderous intent."

"Did you hear that, Old Ma? You even boasted that you were an expert at shooting halberds from the gate, but you were discovered by others before you could even shoot!"

Li Jun didn't look back and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Damn it, now even a woman can detect my murderous intention? It doesn't make sense. Which gun exposed me?"

A cursing voice drifted from a distance.

"Just now when you were at a disadvantage, you were able to hold back from letting this ink armor take action. I underestimated you."

Jiwu looked confused: "Aren't you worried that this backhand was hidden too deep and that Zhao Tong would kill him without a chance to use it?"

"Zhao Tong asked his killers to die first because he wanted to find out my martial arts background and was afraid that he would not be his opponent. Such a person who is timid before fighting cannot kill me."

Li Jun was making random nonsense. Since he couldn't explain anything when something happened, he would just focus on the inexplicable nature of the mind.

Otherwise, could he tell Jiwu that it was precisely because Zhao Tong sent someone to send him a wave of warmth that he had another trump card to explode in the battle?

"When we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win. Zhao Tong has lost his martial arts character, so his defeat is understandable."

Jing Wu nodded, but a faint smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Even with that ink armor, do you think you can fight me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden 'bang' in front of the monk, and a mud pit the size of a fist exploded.

Mud spots were flying everywhere, but they seemed to hit an invisible barrier and were blocked in front of the monk's robe.

Then, a thunderous gunshot reached his ears.

"Bald Donkey, my fucking name is Lord Ma, not 'That Ink Armor'!"

In the distance, Lord Ma reached out to grab the bullet casing thrown out of the gun chamber. In the lingering smoke, he raised his thumb and scratched the lower edge of the helmet.

"With this little power, it can't penetrate my Buddha body."

Jiwu's expression was indifferent, and the words he spoke were still in a calm tone.

"But the knife in my hand can penetrate him." Li Jun sneered.

The wisdom root between Jiwu's brows suddenly turned from bright yellow to scarlet, "If you want to win against me, you will all die."

"Don't push me too hard. If you have the guts, just come over and give it a try."

Although he said this, the Xiuchundao was lazily placed on Li Jun's shoulder at this moment.

When it comes to actually killing people, we can't dwell on it for so long.

In a situation where you are dealing with harsh words, you will most likely not be able to fight.

If this bald donkey was not afraid of death, he would have already decided who would win in the casino as early as the day they first met.

How could porcelain touch earthenware?

What's more, in the eyes of Jingwu, a man from a powerful family, Li Jun was not even considered a pottery vessel. At best, he was just a precarious wild dog.

As expected, the young monk's next words suddenly changed the subject.

"The young monk came today not to share life and death with the donor."

Li Jun looked at Ji Wu with a solemn expression and couldn't help but sneer, "Then does it mean that Master braved the cold and bitter rain and ran to this wilderness just to watch me kill people?"

"The young monk came here to advise the donor not to collude with Chen Qisheng again."

"Ah, it turns out that what the master sang was a divorce plan."

Li Jun suddenly realized it, and then asked with a puzzled look on his face: "But I want to ask, who is dirty?"

Jiwu ignored the sarcasm in his ears and said to himself: "If the donor agrees, Shaolin will give you a sixth-grade internal energy injector."

"It's good this time. I didn't come up with the 'pardon' rhetoric again. I know I've got something practical to offer."

Li Jun smiled and said: "But my reputation, Li Jun, is worth a sixth-grade internal strength?"

"The young monk can personally give you a matching sixth-grade body forging."

Li Jun raised his brows, and the wrinkles caused by his smile formed a series of expressions of desire, "It's not a small gesture, I'm really moved, continue talking."

But after a while, there was no more sound of adding more money.

Jiwu tightened his mouth and said nothing. A cold light hiding murderous intent flashed in a pair of phoenix eyes.

There is no doubt that he has already realized that Li Jun is making fun of him.

"It's hard to calm down your desires, and sooner or later you will be entangled in the fire of karma!"

"I don't have the fire of karma, but I do have a lot of fire of desire now!"

Li Jun raised his hand to pick out his ears, and said jokingly: "We have already reached this point, and you are still playing tricks with me here. Do you think it's interesting?"

Suddenly, Ji Wu suddenly felt that he could somewhat understand why Rilong Tu had such a deep obsession after he failed to convert the boy.

"You were also involved in the hostile sequence that happened that year. Why are you willing to believe Chen Qisheng but not me?"

Li Jun said something: "Because that Niubi didn't talk to me about money."

Ji Wu frowned, and the confusion in his eyes deepened: "Then what are we talking about?"

"kill."

Li Jun flicked the wrist holding the knife, and the Xiuchun knife turned into an umbrella again, covering his head.

"Kill you first, and then I'll kill him."

After finishing his words, Li Jun turned and left.

Ji Wu was frozen in place, staring at the retreating figure for a long time, and finally in the same frame with the black robe standing in the distance with a gun pointed at him.

The thumb of his right hand hidden in his sleeve rubbed a piece of shriveled human skin, and a permeating anger slowly appeared on his finely carved and holy face.

"These warriors are unreasonable!"