my fox wife

Chapter 551 The Agile Fatty

Yang Wanyin sat beside her, Lan Zixun didn't mind, but just glanced at her. She didn't like this woman who wanted to seduce Li Dianfeng, but she still felt a little uncomfortable hearing such a sentence suddenly.

I wanted to refuse at first, but after thinking about it carefully, I still don’t want it. After all, this is also a woman Li Dianfeng knew before. Although Li Dianfeng promised himself this morning and before that he would not be a prostitute in the future, the girl he had dated before can’t Force him to give up, that would be unfair to the girl who was dated by Li Dianfeng before, so let's accept it.

Lan Zixun turned to look at Yang Wanyin, saw her smiling and sincere, reached out and grabbed her palm, nodded and said, "Then we will take good care of him from now on."

The two looked at Li Dianfeng next to him. At this time, Li Dianfeng was hugging Mo Tong and making a fuss, and the two were laughing.

Soon, the Buddha's mother and an old Taoist priest volleyed onto the stage.

The two bowed to each other, and the Buddha mother spoke first, "Yesterday you lost eleven games and won twenty games, we lost nine games and won nineteen games."

Oh, almost both.

Taoism lost more, but won a few more games, Buddhism lost less airports, but won one less game.

"The mid-level fight begins today." The Taoist priest looked around the stage in his Taoist robe, "The main thing is to knock down the opponent and not get up. The ring is not restricted."

Yesterday, if you beat the opponent off the ring, you won. If you beat the opponent today, even if you are knocked off the ring, the opponent can come back up again.

"Both parties, please come to the stage."

Tuo, the mother of the Buddha, opened her arms and looked left and right at the monks and Taoists under the stands, with a look of referee.

Yang Wanyin, who was sitting next to Lan Zixun, wanted to play, but was held back by Li Dianfeng. Yang Wanyin asked why.

"I'll explain to you later, I don't want you to get hurt."

When Yang Wanyin heard this sentence, she was moved and smiled, feeling that she was cared by this man.

Originally, he wanted to contribute to the world of cultivating immortals, but after being told by Li Dianfeng, he lost his thoughts and just wanted to listen to this man.

"Oh~~~eh~~~~"

A Taoist priest under the stage volleyed up to the stage. After seeing her attire, I realized that she was from the Quanzhen sect. When she stood in the ring, I realized that it was a woman. She was a bit older, she looked about 40, and she looked very beautiful.

"Huo Zhen?"

"You know her?" Li Dianfeng turned to look at her.

"This woman is Wang Changsu's cousin, the Quanzhen sect she brought Wang Changsu into." Yang Wanyin said.

"No, her aura is the same as that bastard Wang Changsu's aura." Mo Tong moved closer.

Hearing this, Li Dianfeng raised his hand suspiciously to open the magic pupil. After looking at it, his whole body trembled. This woman was Wang Changsu's cousin, clearly Wang Changsu's own mother.

Others can't see it, but both Li Dianfeng and Mo Tong have magic pupils.

The smells emitted by people are different. If there is a blood relationship, the smell is the same. The woman named Huo Zhen on the ring has the same smell as Wang Changsu, and the similarity is almost exactly the same. It does not mean that Wang Changsu is a mother-child relationship. .

But this guy is still so calm knowing that his son is dead, probably because he knows that Wang Changsu will be in trouble this year, and also knows that Wang Changsu will be resurrected in the future, otherwise he would have come to kill him long ago.

Also, how did she disclose to the outside world that she is Wang Changsu's cousin instead of Wang Changsu's real mother?Is there any secret in this?
Li Dianfeng thought wildly, probably this woman is not a good thing, she must be a romantic, otherwise she would not recognize her own son.

I don't know if Wang Changsu knew that Huo Zhen was his own mother.

"What do you mean?" Lan Zixun turned to look at Mo Tong.

"It means~~~"

Before Mo Tong could finish speaking, Li Dianfeng covered her mouth. Mo Tong shook his head and broke Li Dianfeng's hand, "Why are you covering my mouth again?"

"Don't say it, so as not to be heard." Li Dianfeng stared.

Mo Tong obediently did not speak just now.

Soon, a lama volleyed onto the stage.

Because it is a middle-level fighting method, it is more tragic, mainly to make the opponent unable to get up. The two competed on the stage with weapons and aura. Picked his ass with a sword.

"Amitabha, benefactor, you are really in a bad position to start." The lama said to Huo Zhen, touching his buttocks.

Huo Zhen just smiled at the corner of her mouth, the long sword stood in her right hand and went up to stab the opponent again. The Lama blocked it with a scimitar that looked like a moon in his hand. There was a sound, the sword energy and the blade rebounded from each other, and they hit the ground. For a while, the arena exploded again and again.

But then everyone heard a sound from the ring, the sound of iron breaking.

It turned out that the lama's left palm turned into a golden hand. The two fingers in the middle of the food clamped the sword in Huo Zhen's hand and broke it abruptly. Then the palm of the hand shook Huo Zhen's left chest with force, sending it flying go out.

Not only hurt Huo Zhen's lungs, but also touched her.

Huo Zhen flew out, just vomited blood, looked at the lama unwillingly, then turned her feet up, ready to run the spiritual energy, but found that the lungs of the palm of the hand were in pain, before he could react, the lama rushed Go up, raise the scimitar in his hand, draw a slanted bloodstain from left shoulder to right rib in front of Huo Zhen, and then kick it down.

"Amitabha."

The lama beat the man down, showing his unbearable face.

Judging from his look, the old man was a compassionate monk.

"Amitabha, we win." The mother of the Buddha said to the disciples in the world of cultivating immortals on the left under the stage.

Seeing that they had lost, the disciples in the world of cultivating immortals stared at each other, as if they had been sprayed with "shit".

"I come."

A majestic shout came to mind, and saw a fat man volleying onto the stage, and when he landed, everyone saw who it was, it was Zhou Yaming's senior brother Han Xiao.

"Why are you so fat?" Mo Tong was dumbfounded, this Han Xiao looks so fat, "But he's pretty cute."

Li Dianfeng grabbed Mo Tong, "You can grow so fat even if you eat more meat."

Mo Tong stuck out his bright red tongue, "I don't want it. If I grow so fat, I will crush brother Dianfeng to death."

"Haha."

Li Dianfeng hugged her head and played around, this girl is too cute.

"You two stop arguing, everyone is looking at you again." Broken Shoes sitting on the other side came over and said.

Han Xiao's strength is very powerful, Penglai's Taoism is very domineering, Han Xiao doesn't have much Taoism, but he has practiced all the Taoism he knows to the peak.

Fighting the scimitar in the lama's hand with bare hands, despite his fatness, he is very agile.

It is said that Sammo Hung is the most agile fat man in the world, compared with Han Xiao, he can only haha, even if Sammo Hung is a hundred times faster, he will not be able to compare with Han Xiao.

The knife in the lama's hand couldn't touch him at all, so he hid very quickly.

Walking around the lama, occasionally taking pictures of the back of the lama, and taking pictures of the top of the lama's head playing. Seeing how relaxed he is walking, you know that you don't take the lama seriously.

Sure enough, after teasing the lama for half a minute, he moved away from the lama, and then took a green lotus leaf from his arms, and saw the water in the lotus leaf floating up quickly, like a snake, flying over the lama's head. turn in circles.
(End of this chapter)