my fox wife

Chapter 564 Sanitary Pads

Because the headmaster of Tiandao Kung Qiong has something to do, it is inconvenient to stay for a long time, so he asked to come on stage as soon as he came, and he had to leave regardless of victory or defeat. Now there are no extra seats, so all the disciples he brought stood aside, among them Dai Qi stood in the crowd, with a pair of beautiful Eye scans of the crowd sitting on seats, appearing to be looking for someone.

Li Dianfeng didn't see it, but she saw Mo Tong who was inseparable from Li Dianfeng, but she went to say hello, but waited patiently. Since Mo Tong came, Li Dianfeng must have come too, but he didn't show up.

Headmaster Tiandao Sky is very old, looks like an old man, with gray hair, eyebrows and beard nearly twenty centimeters long, as white as snow, looks very old, his face is wrinkled, his skin is already dry, he is probably not far from death Far.

"Blessed Blessed Heavenly Venerable." Instructor Kung Qiong came up to the stage and bowed, and said to the abbot of Shaolin Temple, "Poverty Dao Jishou."

"The poor monk returns the gift." The abbot of Shaolin Temple also folded his hands together, bowed and looked back, "Renren Liu is still as powerful as before, and he will go on stage in person at a young age. Is there no one under your sect?"

This sentence is sarcasm.

The head teacher of Tiandao Sky is named Liu Jingsong, and he doesn't know what feud he has with the head teacher of Shaolin Temple, and the eyes of each other reveal disgust for each other.

"Hey, Pindao is getting old, but seeing the disciple surnamed Shi, I don't know why I feel like I'm back to my youth, full of energy." Liu Jingsong lowered his head and shook his head, "It's no wonder, seeing foreign sects in China If you move around, you will inevitably get angry."

Once ordinary people become monks and enter Buddhism, their names will be lost. If someone asks them what their surname is, they will say that their surname is Sakyamuni, which means that Sakyamuni is their real father.And the reason why Liu Jingsong said that seeing a disciple surnamed Shi is full of energy means that seeing a monk's stomach makes him angry.

"Very good, Liu, you are still so cheap."

The abbot of Shaolin Temple always laughed when he cursed people.

Liu Jingsong didn't talk nonsense, he took the whisk in his left hand and flew into the air. The whisk flicked left and right, making a broom sweeping sound, and faint smoke emitted from the white silk.

As the distance approached, Liu Jingsong's white whisk whisked two transparent and fuzzy, neatly curved lines towards the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

The abbot of Shaolin Temple took three steps back, turned his body and volleyed upwards, taking advantage of the opportunity of his volleying upwards, Liu Jingsong raised his eyebrows and raised his head, stepped on the mist and tilted upwards, shaking the whisk in his hand, the white silk on the whisk unexpectedly He straightened up, instantly becoming like a brush, and then threw the whisk towards the abbot of Shaolin Temple who was spinning into the air, and the brush-shaped whisk was shot like a cloud-piercing arrow.

The abbot of Shaolin Temple stopped spinning, floated in the air, and found that the fly was coming, he opened his arms, and a piece of transparency the size of a bowl appeared on his chest.

The brush whisk passed in front of the abbot of Shaolin Temple, shot into the air, and automatically turned back to Liu Jingsong's hand. The white silk as stiff as a brush spread out instantly, like a waterfall.

The transparent body of the abbot of Shaolin Temple quickly moved forward with a whoosh, and his left palm was blasted away.

Liu Jingsong greeted him with his left palm.

There was a hot "pa", and the two palms faced each other, and purple mist burst out from between the palms.

Liu Jingsong was obviously not the opponent, and the palm fell to the ground, but the abbot of Shaolin Temple did not. The transparent body quickly moved forward, passed through Liu Jingsong's body, and turned around to give him a palm on his back.

Liu Jingsong received the palm on his back, and a mouthful of blood rushed up his throat quickly, but he didn't spit it out, he just walked forward in the air, distanced himself from the monk behind him, swallowed the blood from his throat at the same time, and turned to look at the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

"The marrow washing sutra."

"My marrow-cleaning magical skill has reached its peak, and I can pass through anything." The abbot of Shaolin Temple showed a chilly face, and his body gradually revealed its real body.

"so smart?"

Li Dianfeng was a little startled, and turned to look at the broken shoes.

"Cut it, pretend to be aggressive, and he will break it if you pull a bunch of "shit"." The broken shoes are disdainful.

"is it?"

Liu Jingsong didn't quite believe it, holding the dust whisk in his right hand, he soared up into the air, and the abbot of Shaolin Temple became transparent again.

The Marrow Washing Sutra is a unique skill in Shaolin Temple, which is known to all the world, but Shaolin Temple has more than one kind of kung fu, because there are too many, I will not describe them one by one.

A fly whisk smashed from the top of the head, and hit the top of the head where Shaolin Temple was placed, but missed, it went directly through his head, and hit the middle of his legs.

The abbot of Shaolin Temple stood there and smashed him, looking like a turbulent bamboo.

Liu Jingsong looked up, and saw the transparent abbot of Shaolin Temple showing his real head, with a crooked smile, he quickly hit Liu Jingsong's chest with his palm, and sent him flying.

Then the abbot of Shaolin Temple turned his body and took a step forward, gathered the spiritual energy in the palm of his right hand again, and while Liu Jingsong was flying upside down, he stretched his right arm forward and released the palm technique nest.

There was a "horror" sound with his palm.Because the sound is indescribable, it sounds very similar to the "horror" horror.

A white-blue dragon with the thickness and shape of the palm of the abbot of Shaolin Temple, composed of dense lines, hits Liu Jingsong in a straight line. The vortex, the palm of the abbot of Shaolin Temple is at the center of the dragon vortex.

This is the Dragon Spinning Palm of Shaolin Temple. Although it is not the most powerful martial art, it is quite powerful when practiced by a person with a high level of cultivation.

However, the Longxuan Palm hitting Liu Jingsong's chest, who was flying upside down, had no effect. Liu Jingsong spun around and landed on his side, and patted his chest.

"Your palm technique is useless."

When the abbot of Shaolin Temple saw this, his expression was shocked. After the surprise, his body became transparent, and Shaolin Dragon Spinning Palms appeared again in his hands.

This time Liu Jingsong didn't give him a chance, he flew away with his whisk in the air, took out a strange thing from his bosom with his left hand in mid-air, and threw it towards the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

The thing was about the size of a mineral water bottle, shaped like a figure 8, and had a blood-red line in the middle. The thing was attached to the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and the originally transparent body immediately revealed its reality.

But Liu Jingsong swung the whisk away, and the white silk under the whisk stretched and twisted away like ramen, and quickly rolled up the abbot of Shaolin Temple, like a cocoon wrapping a silkworm.

The abbot of Shaolin Temple found that his marrow-cleaning magical skill had been broken, and began to struggle, but he was already wrapped in the whisk and could not break free.

Liu Jingsong fell to the ground, and quickly struck the abbot of Shaolin Temple who was wrapped in the whisk, and there was a dull throat sound from inside due to pain.

"Baldy donkey, you lost."

After a hard beating, Liu Jingsong had had enough, stepped back and said with a smile.

"How could you~~~~"

Without saying a word, the abbot of Shaolin Temple in the silkworm cocoon found a large band-aid in front of him, with blood on it, and it smelled foul.

"You old bastard, use the menstrual blood from a woman's sanitary napkin to destroy the marrow washing magic of this old monk."

(End of this chapter)