Myth Invasion: I Killed Gods on Earth

The dozen or so people in front of me are still busy with their own tasks, the middle-aged monk is still chanting sutras, and the Confucian scholars are still turning the pages of the book.

The burly middle-aged Wang Hu fell asleep on the table as usual, even snoring.

Gong Shuming stroked the wooden bird sitting on his shoulder.

"Ah~"

The girl in tight black clothes Xingye stretched out her hand and yawned, looking listless.

For a while, Lin Fan was confused.

"You...is that the reaction?"

"Hmm." Xingye, a girl with personality, looked up at Lin Fan as if deliberately trying to anger Lin Fan, and said flatly, "Otherwise?"

"At least...give me a reaction!" Lin Fan's mentality was about to collapse, the reactions of these guys were completely different from what he imagined!

To know.

In the previous life, when Lin Fan knew these guys, without exception, they were all passionate about life and death for Da Xia!

This starry night is the first Daxia patron saint to die in battle!

Lin Fan still remembers that this woman stood proudly with a saber in her hand even though she was seriously injured in the face of the high and mighty Dark Moon God.

The female roar of "If you give me another five years, even if you are a god, how can you enter my great summer!", and the figure rushing towards the night sky like a little starlight.

That battle was called the Star-Moon War.

It was also in that battle that the Mo Yin star, which had been passed down for thousands of years in the Great Xia, was completely destroyed.

That night, the stars fell.

Since then, the summer sky has no more endless stars, only a bleak red moon hanging in the sky, like a silent mockery of the gods.

At that time, everyone present was so enthusiastic!I can't wait to kill you directly with the gods!

But why are you so unmotivated now?

Lin Fan suppressed the anger in his heart, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Perhaps you still don't know, March..."

"After three months, the gods will come, okay, okay, we all know what you said." Xingyue put one foot on the table, and replied indifferently: "When Guozuo brought us here, he didn't even listen to us." Let’s talk about the cocoon.”

Lin Fan was slightly taken aback: "Then since you know, why..."

"Why aren't you motivated?!" The burly man who had been pretending to be asleep and snoring before, Xingyimen King Hu opened his eyes suddenly, looked at Lin Fan, and said loudly, "Then can you tell us that when the gods come, What does it have to do with us guys?"

"Tell us, how do we deal with the gods?"

"Rely on this pair of iron fists?!" Wang Hu slammed a punch as big as a sandbag on the table.

"boom!"

A dull voice sounded.

However, the table didn't shatter like it was shot on TV, it just vibrated and then there was no movement.

"Why don't you tell me why I have practiced Xingyi for 30 years, but now I am not as good as those people who have never learned boxing, and suddenly wear those knuckles sold in online stores?"

Wang Hu pointed to the unaltered mahogany solid wood table and said loudly.

"So, how do we fight the gods? Do we just count on this?" Wang Hu's face was ugly.

The old Taoist Dao Wanqian coughed, glanced at Wang Hu, and signaled Wang Hu to sit down with his eyes.

Wang Hu just sat down with his mouth curled up. Although he was holding his breath, he obviously respected the old Taoist priest.

"Little friend," Dao Wanqian twirled his beard with one hand, looked at Lin Fan, and said with a complicated face, "Don't think too much, Wang Hu has no bad intentions, he just practiced foreign boxing for many years, but he didn't have the method of self-cultivation, so The temper is bound to be a little grumpy."

"En." Lin Fan nodded, "What's your opinion?"

"I can't talk about opinions." Dao Wanqian sighed, "It's just, just like what Wang Hu said."

"Although we are all descendants of Da Xia's martial arts, we are better than ordinary people."

"However, martial arts are just martial arts. Of course, I admit that martial arts is indeed a killing technique. But it is not the metaphysics that is shown on TV now, flying over walls and walking through space."

"Now, times have changed."

"Just like Wang Hu said, he has practiced Iron Tiger Claws for 30 years. He works hard, hears the chicken and dances, and is tireless every day."

"One punch can break a stack of bricks."

"In the past, he could indeed be called a master."

"But now...a young man who buys a knuckle from an online store doesn't need to exercise. A random punch can break a pile of bricks, even harder than Wang Hu's fist!"

"This old man also practiced light kung fu hard. When he was young, he also traveled eight hundred miles a day as the ancients said, but... have you heard of high-speed rail?"

The old man's face was full of sorrow.

Lin Fan: "..."

Dao Wanqian was silent for a moment, then looked at Xingye, and continued: "This little girl is slashing Xingluo with one hand, and she is superb. Mo Yin's body technique is even more well-instructed. After using it, her figure is like ink."

"In the field of martial arts, whether it is speed or explosive power, it has achieved the ultimate in human power. If you take a person's head within ten steps, the person's head is still blinking, and he doesn't know that he has been beheaded."

"but."

"It's only ten steps."

"Do you know how far the range of modern hot weapons is? If you use a sniper, you can take a person's head at a distance of a thousand meters with a snap of your fingers. If you use a missile to strike accurately... Tsk tsk, that's really a decisive battle thousands of miles away."

Having said this, the old man looked at the Master of Compassion who was still chanting sutras with his eyes closed, and said in a low voice: "This Master of Compassion is even more miserable. Did you see the fine iron demon stick next to him? His one-handed magic stick technique can be described as breaking mountains and cracking rocks."

"Put it in the early stage, it is a sharp weapon for subjugating demons and demons."

"But a few days ago, there was a guy who cracked down on counterfeiting and challenged him one-on-one. Before he could make a move, he was already lying on the ground screaming."

As soon as this word comes out.

The sympathetic guru, who had a face of indifference to the world, suddenly stopped chanting.

The fingers pinching the rosary were faintly exerting force, and the joints creaked.

Opening his eyes, the compassionate master said expressionlessly: "That young man...has no martial arts at all. If he fights normally, he is not my opponent."

"Master definitely wants my Buddha to be merciful, so he doesn't want to hurt people's lives!" Lin Fan put his hands together quickly and said, "My Buddha is merciful, and my master's compassionate heart is so kind."

however.

Faced with Lin Fan's praise, the master didn't smile at all.

Silent for a long time, Master Compassionate sighed and scratched his bald head: "Actually...the main reason is that that guy doesn't talk about martial arts. Everyone says it's like the stick method. I use a refined iron magic stick, but that guy actually uses... Electric baton!"

"Amitabha."

"This world has deep routines, it's better to be in the temple."

The merciful master would think of how he was convulsed and rolled on the ground that day before he could make a move, and uttered the Buddha's name in a low voice.

That day.

The sympathetic guru who has always ignored the world has learned a modern basic physics knowledge that the Buddha did not teach.

Iron conducts electricity.

The same reason.

A stick made of iron can also conduct electricity.

Chapter 20 You don't even know how powerful you are

Think back to the experience of that day.

In the eyes of the compassionate master, there is infinite compassion.

When he was young, he practiced Buddhist martial arts hard. At that time, he had imagined that he might meet a strong opponent one day.

The formidable opponent was eight feet tall, with big arms and a round waist. He was skilled in martial arts. He was holding a stick that was thicker than his refined iron devil-subduing stick.

But the compassionate master at that time didn't think about it at all.

One day, he will really meet a rival.

That formidable opponent has no martial arts at all.

There is only one small and exquisite stick that looks harmless to humans and animals, but is flickering and crackling.

"I lost to him, not to him, but to the times."

"Amitabha."

The compassionate master sighed, and chanted sutras again.

It seems that only in this way can the sadness in my heart be diluted.

As if touched by the sad atmosphere, the Confucian scholars at the side all sighed, as if recalling something.

"On that day, I will distinguish the law with others."

"You also know that I claim to know everything. Although I can't do everything, I have read a lot."

"I understand all the principles of being a human being and the principles of heaven and earth."

"But...he just asked me, how to prove that d?x/dt?=(-d?t/dx?)/(dt/dx)^3?"

"I... well, don't mention it! That's fine. The most unacceptable thing for me is that he answered all the questions I asked. I thought I met a hermit and great scholar, but I didn't expect that there was something It's called Baidu!"

"What a pity, what a pity."

Mo Bu sighed, put down the book in his hand, took out a mobile phone from his arms and fiddled with it.

Lin Fan: "..."

This child is also a hard-working person!

Dao Wanqian, the old man, seemed to have a strange hobby of exposing other people's faults. He turned his head and looked at the heir of the Mohist school who was still playing with birds, Gong Shuming in a black Chinese tunic suit.

"Don't look at him playing with birds very happily now."

"Heh, once upon a time, how glorious Momen was."

"The patriarch, Gong Shuban, created the flying bird art, and the carved wooden bird can ride the wind. It attracts the attention of the world, just like a fairy."

"There is also the technique of the Trojan Horse. There are hidden mechanisms in the Trojan Horse, and you can ride thousands of miles a day."

"But now..." Dao Wanqian looked at Gong Shuming, "I heard that you competed with an airplane last time. What was the result?"

Gong Shuming teased the little bird's fingers, trembling slightly.

After a long time, Gong Shuming blushed and replied two words: "It's okay."

"How about it?" Dao Wanqian looked at Gong Shuming with a smile.

"Before I took off, I was blown away by the airflow from that plane..." Gong Shuming blushed, but he still refused to admit defeat: "But it can't be said that my Mo family's birds are no match for planes, it's just that ...It's just...it's just that the plane is despicable, and it sprayed me with air!"

"Come on, you'll be able to feel the exhaust fumes at the beginning." Dao Wanqian sneered, "Otherwise you wouldn't even be able to see the butt of the plane."

"No, no..." Gong Shuming shook his head and wanted to refute, but he didn't say anything else for a long time.

"Okay." Dao Wanqian waved his hand and looked around the crowd, "Actually, everyone knows what we are like now, so there is no need to hide it."

"And you."

Dao Wanqian looked at Lin Fan with complicated eyes: "Do you know what our situation is now?"

"If you put it in the early stage, maybe we can help you."

"but now."

"Times have changed."

"It's like my Taoist school used to have Feiyin to send letters. In fact, it was an exaggeration. It was just some special Taoist priests who raised pigeons and helped people deliver letters. But even so, the speed of letter transmission was still incredible in the early days, and it was passed on miraculously."

"But now." Dao Wanqian carefully took out a mobile phone from his arms, and said in a deep voice, "This is the magic weapon of the mobile phone. It only needs to be pressed a few times, and it will be the real Feiyin transmission. There are young ladies dancing... ahem."

"Anyway."

"We are not experts now, but people who have been abandoned by the times."

"Incomparable fist strength? Can you compare with artillery?"

"Excellent swordsmanship? Can you fight against Gatling?"

"Is there any Mo stealth method, what is known as the Xingluo Zhan... Isn't a sniper simpler and more efficient?"