The sword rises

Chapter 1717 Beating Bai Moli Violently

The first thousand and 720 chapters beat Bai Moli violently

No matter what, it was impossible for Gu Hengsheng to agree to the eighth senior brother, Monk Wukong.

Although Gu Hengsheng doesn't know the specific situation of the eighth senior brother now, but in Gu Hengsheng's memory, the eighth senior brother's behavior style is embarrassing.

"Forget it, anyway, there will be opportunities in the future, and the poor monk can afford to wait."

Monk Wukong understood what Gu Hengsheng was thinking at a glance, and smiled.

Once the third senior brother Zhuge Haokong and the seventh senior brother Chu Xiaoyao came back from the end of the starry sky, and found the trace of the eighth senior brother.On that day, the third senior brother tapped out a golden light, which poured into the eighth senior brother's eyebrows.

After hundreds of years, the eighth senior monk Wukong gradually found his true self.Therefore, the Eighth Senior Brother recovered the memory of his previous life, and immediately rushed to the Floating Life Tomb, just in time to run into Gu Hengsheng.

If you really want to talk about it, Gu Hengsheng and the eighth senior brother haven't seen each other in 2000, and today they have to talk all night to catch up on the old days.What I saw before was not Eighth Senior Brother, but Monk Wukong.

Now, it is the Eighth Disciple of the Fusheng Tomb who truly belongs to the source.

On the mountaintop of the Fusheng Tomb, Gu Hengsheng, the eighth senior brother Wukong monk, and Bai Moli sat and drank, talking about the past, and sometimes let out hearty laughter, which spread to every corner of the Fusheng Tomb.

At the foot of a certain mountain in the Fusheng Tomb, Fu Mengyao and the others stayed together, muttering in a low voice: "I heard that our Eighth Martial Uncle was once a man of the hour, able to compete with the Emperor of Swords Xu Wentian. Then the explosion broke out. Emperor Zhan disappeared. After so many years, the Eighth Martial Uncle has come back, which is really surprising."

"How strong do you think the Eighth Master is now?"

Tianci is Gu Hengsheng's second disciple, with a pure heart.After the imperial war ended, Gu Hengsheng was severely injured, and it was Godsend who saved Gu Hengsheng's life.

"Who knows, anyway, the eighth senior uncle glanced at me just now, and the hairs all over his body stood up. How can I say that feeling, as if all the clothes have been stripped off, and there is no secret that can be hidden from the eighth senior uncle .”

Gu Xiujie thought of Monk Wukong's eyes, and was afraid for a while.

"We have been in the field for so many years, but we have never seen the uncle and the second aunt. It's really curious."

An Chusheng looked at the clouds, hoping that one day all the elders in the Fusheng Tomb could return safely.

"I really cherish my current life. Everyone treats each other as family members, and there is no conspiracy from other sect forces."

Yu Huaze is Gu Hengsheng's eldest disciple, and has followed Gu Hengsheng all the way from the land of a hundred countries.He has average talent, but he is very hardworking, and he can be alone.

As soon as these words fell, a huge noise erupted from the top of the floating tomb, which shocked An Chusheng and others.

what happened?

Li Qiurou, An Chusheng and the others all looked towards the top of the mountain, with their hearts in their throats, worried that something bad might happen.

The next moment, a scolding sound reached everyone's ears: "Bai Moli, you bastard, you have ruined the three altars of ten thousand-year immortal wine that the poor monk hid under Yushan Mountain. Aren't you a pig? Why are you so nosey?" spirit?"

"Bai Moli, the poor monk wants to challenge you one-on-one!"

Obviously, the Eighth Senior Brother, Monk Wukong, lost his temper.

"Smelly monk, you are a monk, can you have some quality?"

Bai Moli was also unhappy, and shot back.

"Quality you ghost, come here, we haven't met in 2000, today the poor monk must educate you well. The poor monk will give you one hand. If you don't beat you to the ground, you will be considered a loser!" gone."

This time Monk Wukong came back for two reasons, one was to see Shimen's family, and the other was to remember that he still had three altars of ten-thousand-year immortal wine in his possession, so he planned to come back and taste them slowly.

Everyone chatted happily, and the eighth senior brother planned to take out his own rare wine and enjoy it.Who knew that the eighth senior brother's spiritual sense had reached under the Jade Mountain, and found that it was empty and there was nothing there.

The only thing left was Bai Moli's breath.

Regarding this, how could the eighth senior brother not know that his treasure had been ruined by Bai Moli, and he was so angry that his heart ached.

"what!"

After a while, An Chusheng and the others heard screams.Listening to this tragic voice, they couldn't help rolling their throats and shaking their bodies.

An Chusheng, Fu Mengyao and the others looked at Yu Huaze at the same time, the meaning in their eyes was very clear, what about the agreed family harmony?
Yu Huaze laughed a few times and shut up.

"There is a kind of suppressing cultivation level to challenge me one-on-one!"

Bai Moli was still struggling.

"Why do you want to suppress the strength that the poor monk cultivated based on his own ability? If you have put a little effort into cultivation these years, you wouldn't be such a waste."

The eighth senior brother is addicted to alcohol, and he has the same virtue as the seventh senior brother Chu Xiaoyao.If the eighth senior brother is not allowed to have fun today, Bai Moli will also have no good fruit in the future.

Not long after, Bai Moli's body was beaten until it manifested.A white pig ran around in the Fusheng Tomb, but it couldn't escape. The eighth brother set up a barrier around it, and there was no way out.

On the round pigskin, there were patches of blue and purple, which was extremely miserable, making An Chusheng and the others gasp from the sky.

"Mr. Eight, I was wrong."

"Mr. Jiu, help!"

Bai Moli's shout echoed between heaven and earth.

On the mountaintop of the Fusheng Tomb, Gu Hengsheng took a sip of fine wine, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and praised: "It's really good wine."

As for what Gu Hengsheng admired was the wine in the cup, or what it was, that's unknown.

After a full hour, the eighth senior brother, Monk Wukong, finally vented his anger, regained his solemn appearance, clasped his hands together and muttered: "Amitabha, so good, so good."

In a certain corner of the Fusheng Tomb, a huge deep pit appeared, inside which lay a bloated pig.

Looking at Bai Moli's miserable situation from a distance, An Chusheng and the others all secretly made a decision.No matter what happens, you must not provoke the Eighth Master.

Once the Eighth Martial Uncle gets angry, it's too scary.

But there is one thing to say, after being beaten up by the eighth senior brother Wukong monk, Bai Moli's cultivation has actually improved slightly.Facts have proved that Bai Moli's practice method is really different.

"Are you comfortable?"

Gu Hengsheng looked at the eighth senior brother who was strolling over, and asked with a smile.

"The poor monk is helping him invigorate the blood and relax the scriptures, which is helpful for his cultivation."

The eighth senior brother said so, but the expression on his face was extremely comfortable, without the slightest concealment.

Gu Hengsheng rolled his eyes at the eighth senior brother and was speechless.

It's a credit to Gu Hengsheng to know the level of his senior brother's attack, otherwise, if an outsider was beaten up so violently, he would probably die long ago.

"The sins I have done, I have to bear with tears."

(End of this chapter)