【Quick time travel】Push out the old attack every day

The fighting was fierce in the martial arts arena, but most of the girls kept their eyes on the handsome monk, and they didn't even hear the master coughed several times.

"Pearl, Pearl!" The gorgeous woman in her thirties yelled twice, but seeing that there was still no answer, she turned to look at her lover with her delicately made-up face, to see what she was doing.

Look at her staring straight at the direction of the northwest, without turning her eyeballs, following her line of sight, wondering which young hero actually hooked the soul of her lover.

She saw a group of bald donkeys in cassocks, she felt slightly disgusted, but her lover's eyes never left, so she had to look around carefully.

Seeing the little monk sitting next to the host, she was amazed in her heart, how could there be such a beautiful man in this world, it's a pity that he became a monk.

And look at him dressed in golden lotus on a white background, with a delicate lotus red seal between his brows, and a red rope with a Buddha image in his right hand, he must be a high-spirited monk.

"Pearl." She sighed, seeing that her lover was still staring at the monk obsessively, obviously comparing the monk to a lover, she thought, let her go, one day she will know that this person is not her good match, It is enough to be sad for a while.

Fanyin didn't know that there were so many women who were dreaming of him. At this time, he turned the rosary and said in a low voice: "Amitabha."

The voice is deep and deep, full of magnetism, which is really addictive.

"My Buddha is merciful, remember not to hurt people, don't take people's lives, do you understand?" the host with white beard and wrinkled face reminded.

"Remember the Sanskrit sound."

Sanskrit clasped his hands together, slightly closed his eyelids, and behaved so calmly that the women present screamed in a low voice, and he also took into account the identity of his daughter's family, otherwise the scene would have been full of love.

Time passed quickly, several groups of people had already changed on the field, and the martial arts became more and more powerful as they got to the back. Gradually, everyone's eyes were attracted by the two people on the field, and only one man said loudly: "Next time, please Hu Yishan, the young patriarch of Zhengqi Sect, and Sanskrit master from Zhenshi Temple, a thousand-year-old temple."

The man whose name was called was eight feet tall and imposing, but his chin was slightly raised to reveal his arrogance.

A few steps earlier, Hu Yishan flew to the competition stage lightly with the soles of his feet. Hu Yishan took out a folding fan from nowhere, and used the folding fan painted with rich and noble peonies to blow the wind. to the extreme.

Many women in the audience screamed a few times, Hu Yishan was good-looking, and he was the son of the lord, he attracted the favor of a large number of heroines in the world, but he hadn't played for a long time, and the screams of all the women surrounded him, he was displeased Looking at the monk approaching slowly, jealousy spread in his heart.

Fanyin stood a few meters away from Hu Yishan and stopped, clasped his palms together and said, "Amitabha, little monk Sanskrit, I haven't asked the name of the benefactor."

Hu Yishan snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "Hu Yishan." Then he cursed in a low voice, "Dead bald donkey".

Sanskrit's ears moved, but he still looked at him calmly.

After the man said something, Hu Yishan immediately put on an attacking stance.

He wanted to take advantage of the monk's unpreparedness and strike preemptively, but Fanyin's feet were slightly separated. Although his upper body had never moved, he was clearly prepared, so he was not so easy to be hit.

Suddenly, bursts of fresh fragrance of petals wafted from the air, and the two of them were instantly stained with many flying peach blossoms.

Sanskrit reached out to take a piece, put it under his nose and smelled it carefully, just as a breeze blew by, rolled up the corner of his clothes embroidered with golden lotus and danced in the air, like a Buddha or a fairy.

Seeing this scene, the women in the audience stared at Fanyin fascinatedly, and marveled at this rare eminent monk Liantao Meijuan.

"How can this martial arts conference lack the deity?"

The quiet voice came from all directions, and everyone stood up alertly, carrying their own weapons, looking for the source of the sound, only one person shouted: "Look at the sky!"

Everyone looked up to the sky, and saw four handsome men in red, white, green and yellow clothes floating forward carrying a sedan chair, followed by two beautiful girls carrying flower baskets on the left and right, who were spreading peach blossoms.

There seemed to be a man sitting in the sedan chair, but unfortunately everyone couldn't see his appearance clearly, but from the sound of his voice, he could guess that his appearance was not much different.

Hu Yishan cupped his fists, "Excuse me, are you?"

Zhu Jun bent down and lifted the car curtain, revealing Jun Yu's fair and delicate chin, and further down was a pink robe embroidered with peach blossom patterns.

The slender palm rested on the palm of Mr. Zhu's hand, and he stood up slowly, so that people could see his appearance clearly.

The peach-blossom eyes are like the spring breeze in March, gentle and drunk, originally a charming and charming appearance, but because of the stern face, a bit of abstinence is forced, and the thin red lips are half-opened, showing the way out : "Hundred Flowers Sect respects the Lord and Emperor."

"What! It's actually the Hundred Flowers Sect, one of the three major demon sects!"

"Catch! Why are people from the Demon Cult here waiting for Zhengzheng?"

"Today's martial arts conference, let me let you go, don't leave quickly."

Compared with the men's words and deeds, the women's cheeks were still slightly red, and they looked at Jun Yu shyly and timidly. They never knew that the Lord of the Demon Sect was so good-looking.

It's a pity that his personality is too cold, not as close as Master Fanyin's.

"presumptuous!"

Being provoked like this, Mr. Zhu drew out his long sword, intending to pick someone to beat him.

His eyes fixed on the two people in the martial arts arena, and he recalled what the lord had just ordered, to pick the weak one to fight, and to give a blow to the self-proclaimed upright martial arts masters.

Mr. Zhu made a comparison in his heart, and thought to himself, the man with the fan on the left looks dignified, and he is definitely a hypocrite like a decent person in private.

But the monk on the right is different, his appearance is so outstanding that even he was blinded by it for a moment, he must be a person with empty appearance.

After making up his mind, Mr. Zhu pointed at the Sanskrit voice and said coldly: "You and I have a competition."

[Host, he is the man with the Sanskrit voice, the person with the highest martial arts present. 】

Su Ye: "..." Wucao, why didn't you say it earlier!

Jun Yu's face changed, and in the eyes of everyone, it was a contemptuous and contemptuous expression.

"Little Baihua Sect dares to come here, Master Fanyin, please teach this ignorant child a lesson for me."

"Yes, yes."

"Let him take a good look at our strength!"

"You step back." Jun Yu stopped in front of Mr. Zhu, motioning him to step back.

Walking up and walking around Sanskrit for a few times, and looking closer and closer to each other, apart from smelling the refreshing sandalwood on the monk's body, I can't see anything powerful about it.

Seeing Sanskrit looking back at him without changing his face, there seemed to be a faint smile in the corner of his eyes, Jun Yu looked away guiltily and stopped looking at him.

Some petals fell from Jun Yu's body and flew to Fanyin's hand by the wind. Fanyin looked down at the peach blossom in his hand and smiled deeper.

"That bald donkey is not worthy to fight with Mr. Zhu." Junyu returned to the place where he was standing before, and said, "You choose another one who is more powerful."