my fox wife

Chapter 547
"The poor Liao Qing."

The man with the square face came to the stage, and he cupped his fists and shouted at the audience. He looked at the Buddhist monk on the right, his eyes staring like a bull's-eye. People who didn't know thought that the Buddhist ancestor raped his own mother.

The Buddha mother stepped back and bowed to Liao Qing, Tuo spread her arms and stepped off the stage in the air.

The monks sitting on the right looked at each other, each of them wanted to come to the stage to teach Liao Qing a lesson.

Li Dianfeng folded his arms, looked at Liao Qing on the stage as if watching a play, and joked.

"Does this Liao Qing have any enmity with Buddhist disciples? Is it necessary?"

"Yeah, he looks like he's going to eat all the monks."

"You guys don't know about that. This guy is called Liao Qing. I've seen it on the news in the world of cultivating immortals. He has a daughter who was hooked by Buddhist disciples and made her belly bigger." Lan Zixun explained,
"And this, where did you see it?" Li Dianfeng looked at Lan Zixun with interest.

"I've heard a fellow Taoist in the world of cultivating immortals say it in the circle of friends on WeChat. It was already three years ago." Lan Zixun replied.

"Ask me about this, I know best."

Lin Ni, who was sitting next to Lan Zixun, came over.

"I know this daughter named Liao Qing. When her daughter was learning Taoism, she was in the same sect as me. She was very handsome. She was beautiful, but she was too simple. She felt that the merciful monk was very good. Later, she didn't know What happened to being deceived by a lustful fake monk, who sucked his vitality, made him unable to practice, and even got pregnant?" Lin Ni went on a long story.

"And then, the baby was born?" Mo Tong asked curiously, interrupting Lin Ni.

"He gave birth, but he was strangled to death by Liao Qing." Lin Ni replied.

Hearing this, Li Dianfeng, Lan Zixun, and Mo Tong turned blue, and turned to look at Liao Qing on the stage, only then did he understand why this person hated the monk, it turned out that his daughter was ruined by the monk.

And there was already a monk volleying onto the stage. The monk was wearing a yellow monk robe, his feet were wrapped around leggings, his sleeves were tightly wrapped around his wrists, and he had a sharp and chic figure.

"Poor Indian son."

"Hmph, you are indeed Ah San." Liao Qing laughed.

The monk didn't know what Ah San meant, so Liao Qing took the opportunity to laugh at him.

"Benefactor, the look in your eyes seems to dislike Buddhism." Ah San said.

"I can't wait for you bald donkeys to die." Liao Qing smiled slantingly, "Let's make a move."

Soon the two parties on the stage came forward to fight each other, fighting with bare hands, and the fight was very exciting, one move and the other.

Don't look at Liao Qing's brutality, his hands are very sharp, and he is deadly to the monk.

"Hey, the fake monk who went to Liao Qing's daughter seems to be from India, and this guy is also from India." Lin Ni said in surprise.

"The same person?" Li Dianfeng turned his head and asked with a smile.

"No, no." Lin Ni shook his head, focusing on the ring.

The Indian Asan on the ring was moving faster and faster. Since he was wearing a yellow monk robe, as he moved faster, golden lines of light bloomed from his body, making the speed more and more extreme.

However, Liao Qing felt that he was not an opponent, so he drew out the sword behind his back.

Indian Asan's skill is very fast and he doesn't use weapons. Liao Qing's weapon is just an ordinary sword. On his body, the sword that was shaken dropped from his hand and fell to the ground, making a sound of hitting metal.

Seeing that his attack had no effect, Liao Qing panicked and hadn't reacted yet.

I saw Ah San of India rushing forward at a very fast speed, leaning forward at 45 degrees, palms in front of him with both hands five times in a row, knocking him off the ring.

"Amitabha, the donor has accepted."

Indian Asan said to Liao Qing who was lying under the ring.

Liao Qing didn't speak, and got up from the ground, and his disciples immediately ran over to help Liao Qing up, and kept calling for master.

"This monk is really talented." Lin Ni said, crossing his arms.

"I said that Liao Qing didn't have a sharp weapon. If he had, that Indian son would have been hacked to death." Li Dianfeng said with a frown.

He noticed that the aura above the head of the Indian Ah San on the stage was very chaotic, there were men and women, it was very mixed, obviously it was caused by a lot of women, so he didn't like him very much.

"Pindao has won, may I ask who is next?" Indian Ah San won a game, with a high-pitched attitude and an arrogant tone.

Soon, there was a volley breaking the wind in the air, and everyone turned their heads to look, only to see a Taoist priest wearing a purple Taoist robe and practicing black and white Tai Chi volleying up to the stage. When he was volleying, Li Dianfeng and Lin Ni recognized him The other party, because that person was holding the Minghong Saber, was obviously Zhang Tianji.

"Poverty Tianji son." On the ring, Zhang Tianji clasped his fists.

"Please."

Ah San from India waved her hands sideways and clenched her fists.

"Be careful, benefactor, there is no loophole for a poor golden arhat."

"Then see if you can resist Minghongdao, my brother of Huaxia Xuanyuanjian." Zhang Tianji held it in the air.

When everyone saw Ming Hongdao, they were in an uproar, and all of them stared at the stage with wide-eyed eyes.

"Fuck, pretense."

Lin Ni immediately rolled his eyes.

"If I hadn't taken the Minghong Saber, how could it have happened to fall into his hands to show off his prestige."

The Indian Ah Sanyi's face turned green when he heard the minghong knife, and he began to look at the knife, and swallowed unconsciously.

Zhang Tianji stepped forward with a knife, and cut Ah San's neck horizontally. Ah San didn't dodge. Tuo spread his arms and stood upside down. After avoiding the dangerous blow, he quickly leaned forward to stabilize his body. Zhang Tianji hit continuously in front of him.

Zhang Tianji saw that the opponent's fist was as fast as lightning and he couldn't catch it, so he had to retreat, retreated to the edge of the ring and turned to the left to avoid it, and raised his foot sideways to the Indian Ah San's left hip to use his strength to retreat.

Indian Ah San was kicked, but did not back away, but turned to look at Zhang Tianji, then looked fiercely, raised his fists in front of him, and then slammed down towards the ground.

The fist hit the ground with a golden light, and the ring trembled immediately. A golden air wave blocked Zhang Tianji from the ground like a layered ocean wave. Seeing this vision, Zhang Tianji immediately bent his knees and jumped, turned into the air, and stretched his legs. He opened the horse, and slashed towards the ground with the Minghong knife in both hands.

The aura was forced into Ming Hong's knife, and the knife spread out, cutting towards the golden sea waves blocked by the ground, and immediately cut the waves in half.

Just when everyone applauded Zhang Tianji, India's Asan flew away in the air, and quickly punched Zhang Tianji three times in a row in the chest with both fists, knocking him flying.

But he didn't fly off the stage, hit the iron railing at the corner of the ring, and fell still on the ring.

"Ming Hong Dao is indeed a divine tool, it is so powerful when it is urged by spiritual energy."

Indian Asan sighed, and then quickly stepped forward to knock Zhang Tianji down before he got up.

Zhang Tianji saw India's Ah San's intentions, endured the severe pain in front of him and behind him, turned his feet upwards, and when he got up, he saw dense fists flying towards him in front of him.
(End of this chapter)