I have a passive skill.

Obviously he hadn't taken two steps, but the little monk had already walked in front of the two of them.

He stopped at a distance of three feet, and slightly put his feet together.

Looking down, move the protruding part of the right foot back and stand in parallel.

Afterwards, the little monk glanced at Ah Jie, and then fixed his gaze on Mu Zixi.

"Hello, female benefactor, the poor monk is not happy."

With a bent waist, Monk Bule gave a salute.

Mu Zixi was immediately amused when he heard the old-fashionedness that was trying to be squeezed out of this immature voice.

"Master Bule, hello, are you lost?"

"Grandmaster?"

The little monk Bule was just about to speak, when he heard this title, he was slightly taken aback.

In the next second, the red lips and white teeth couldn't hide the pride in his heart at all.

With a grin on the corner of his lips, the brows and eyes of the little monk Bule were so happy that they curved into a line, and there were many fishtails... um, laugh lines!

"Don't dare to be, dare not be, master... I dare not be a master poor monk." The little monk tried his best to hold back his smile, but he couldn't hide it at all.

"Your dress is a master!"

When Mu Zixi bared her teeth, she was overjoyed.

This little monk is so funny!

She clearly had an expression that she would ascend to heaven if she was praised, but she still had to pretend to be so deep.

Just pretend.

His words and deeds are completely contrary to the happy face.

"The benefactor don't want to call me... the poor monk master, the poor monk can't afford it."

The little monk thrust the black Zen staff into the floor, held his face and turned his head back, and waited until the smile disappeared before he turned back with a serious face.

"The poor monk didn't get lost, he found it on purpose."

"Oh?"

Mu Zixi frowned: "You know me?"

"do not know."

Monk Bule said solemnly: "But poor monk, I'm here to resolve your bad fate."

"Nie Yuan?"

Mu Zixi covered his mouth and smiled: "Master Bule, dare to ask me what kind of evil fate I have?"

"Well……"

Monk Bule suddenly smiled again.

He turned his head away again, tried his best to cover up the smile on his face with his hands, and then turned his head and said: "The heavy evil fate comes from your eyes."

"Uh."

Mu Zixi's smile freezes.

She re-examined the monk in front of her, with a slightly more hesitant expression on her face.

"who are you?"

"The poor monk is not happy."

"You don't know me, why are you looking for me?"

"Eliminate evil fate."

"Whether I have a bad relationship or not has nothing to do with you!"

"I want to practice."

"..."

Mu Zixi's face froze.

practice?

Cultivate by eliminating other people's evil fate?

The Eastern Territory is the God of Swords, the disciples of the Buddhist family, it seems that there is no such thing at all!

Where did this guy come from?

Could it be that people from this region were attracted by the White Cave?

"I have no evil fate."

Mu Zixi said seriously.

She took Ajie's hand.

"Ah Jie, let's go!"

This little monk is very strange, Mu Zixi saw it.

At least, just looking at his equipment, it doesn't look like ordinary alchemists can have.

Also, Nie Yuan...

Are you talking about your own eyes?

"Mama..."

Ah Jie lowered his head, staring at Mu Zixi's hand pinning his arm for a long time.

It suddenly took a step forward, turned around, and faced the little monk directly.

The little monk bowed to it, "This benefactor, you have no evil fate, and the poor monk does not want to save you..."

Whoosh!

There was a howling wind, and Mu Zixi suddenly felt that his eyes were empty.

In the next second, she saw the figure of Ah Jie suddenly appearing in front of the little monk Bule.

Again, it was a heavy whip that directly swept down.

"No!"

Mu Zixi shouted.

After following Xu Xiaoshou for so long, she also knows a little bit of A Jie's combat power.

After this whip kick, the other party will end up with a smashed head?

He is just a cute little monk...

"boom!"

The expected splash of flesh and blood did not appear.

On the contrary, during the battle, a roar exploded at the place where the black Zen staff and Ah Jie's calf met.

This time, both of them ejected back together.

Ah Jie took three steps back.

Unhappy little monk, retreat three feet!

"This……"

Mu Zixi's pupils shrank.

So strong!

It's not that Ah Jie is so strong.

It's this little monk who suddenly appeared, why is his fighting power so perverted?

When he was dying, a pale golden Buddha's thought possessed his body.

Afterwards, relying on this layer of protection, the monk used only a black Zen stick to drive A Jie back?

"So strong..."

Monk Bule was also shocked.

Where did this guy come from?

He obviously doesn't have any cultivation base, how can his physical strength be so powerful?

If it wasn't for the critical moment when he sensed something was wrong, he would have activated the "will power" of his spiritual thoughts.

With only the "Prison Empty Magic Wand" left behind by the master, he was not even strong enough to withstand this blow.

In the Eastern Territory, among the same height, is there such a strong person?

Sure enough, this place came to the right place!

Except for the "four swords" left by the master's will, I guess this trip will not be lonely!

but……

"People who become monks don't hurt innocent people. The person I want to save is this female benefactor. It has nothing to do with you. Please retreat quickly."

Bu Le put down his Zen stick and clasped his hands together.

"Mama..."

There was a red light in Ah Jie's eyes.

opponent!

This is the opponent!

It disappeared again, and when it appeared next time, it had already come behind the little monk.

"Oh!"

A punch hit the body of the Zen staff, which reacted in time.

Bu Le didn't deliberately resist at all, with the help of such a recoil force, the whole body directly rushed towards Mu Zixi.

"Little tree, get up!"

Mu Zixi didn't rush.

Clapping with small hands, towering ancient trees suddenly rose from below.

Caught off guard, he directly pushed the little monk into the sky.

"Oh!"

The high-altitude canopy exploded.

Monk Bule determined in the void, without even half a moment's hesitation, waving his magic wand and continued to rush towards Mu Zixi.

Unscathed!

"Solid Wood Explosion..."

Before Mu Zixi finished speaking, Ah Jie, who reappeared behind Monk Bule, grabbed the guy by the ankle.

One swing.

"boom!"

The little monk was directly connected with the Zen staff, and was smashed to a depth of tens of feet.

"Cough cough."

"You are amazing..."

This guy was full of Buddha's light, and he patted his buttocks and stood up like a normal person.

Can't fight anymore... Seeing this scene, Mu Zixi immediately made up his mind.

She is shy of strangers, but never afraid of fighting.

But at this moment, this little monk who appeared out of nowhere has such a strong combat power.