Martial arts fairy machine

Chapter 164 Soft Persimmons

If the person who comes is from the realm of transformation, then he is on the verge of becoming a Taoist with martial arts. If he can practice to this point, it means that this person's good fortune is not bad, and Dai Wu doesn't intend to resist, so he directly tells him the next realm.

You came to hijack me, I don't resent, but tell you the realm, let you accept my favor, and you have to return this favor to me when I will be useful to you in the future.

"Uncle, your pistol is not bad, can you show me?" Seeing the robbers run away, Han Yichen looked at the gun in Dai Wu's hand with gold stars in his eyes.

Dai Wu smiled, and threw the gun to Han Yichen. In fact, the gun was not loaded at all, but the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Chen Bang, which scared Chen Bang half to death, and he took the initiative to give in.

This is the same as a country possessing a nuclear bomb. I don’t necessarily want to blow up anyone, but as long as I have this thing in my hand, it is deterrence, and it is the foundation. I can talk to anyone hard.

When Han Yichen was playing with the pistol, Han Tao snatched it, quickly handed it to Dai Wu, and said, "Dai Wu, it's too dangerous to carry this pistol in the imperial capital, and it must not be found out!"

Dai Wu smiled, and took out a small notebook from his trouser pocket.

"License to Kill"!
When they were in Xiangshan, the young and old Hu family saw Dai Wu coming alone without any helpers, so they got Dai Wu a gun and a certificate, which is definitely useless against the expert, but against ordinary people , is still very deterrent.

Aunt Lin was panting heavily, and she hadn't recovered from it until now. When she saw Dai Wu draw out her gun, she was as afraid of Dai Wu as a tiger, and never dared to underestimate him. Those who can carry a gun are definitely fierce only.

Seeing Dai Wu take out the license to kill again, Dai Wu's eyes changed again, no matter how stupid she was, she understood that Dai Wu was extraordinary, not an ordinary person, no wonder Han Yixi fell in love with him, so he was so stubborn!
After such a fuss, it was already very late, everyone left, Han Yixi naturally dragged Dai Wu to her boudoir, anyway, she was already Dai Wu's person, so she was too lazy to pretend to be reserved.

Coming to Han Yixi's room, the pink layout, dolls are everywhere, it looks full of vitality, just like a little girl's bedroom, it makes people feel warm when they look at it.

Han Yixi went to wash up, Dai Wu sat on the bed, but his face gradually became gloomy.

Because he already understood that the situation was grim.

Now it's just that Chen Bang and others have realized that if they capture Dai Wu, they will know how to cultivate into an arhat. Dai Wu of Arhat Realm!
At that time, he is Tang Monk meat, and everyone wants to take a bite.

Because he is a living treasure house, able to cultivate Arhats, martial arts supernatural powers, various exercises, and the knack of practice, I don't know how many have mastered.

For people who are in the realm of opening the top and the sun and the moon, as long as they can learn a little bit of knowledge from Luohan, they can benefit a lot, not to mention the current Dai Wu, who is a soft persimmon. , can handle him.

In the past, Dai Wu thought that as long as Nan Shizun was around, no one would dare to mess around. As a result, the plan could not keep up with the changes. Nan Shizun was held back by Chen Dinghai, and now only Wu Ling and the other seven could hold back the situation.

But these seven people all have their own bosses, some want to protect the relics, some want to grab the relics, and some go to the theater, with different purposes.

It is foreseeable that this time the imperial capital will definitely be in chaos, and the flames will be everywhere!
In order to grab the relics, I don't know how many people have to die. In addition, Dai Wu came to the imperial capital and put the Tang monk's flesh in front of everyone. There is no reason not to take a bite. The world is no longer peaceful.

Thinking of this, Dai Wu suddenly felt admiration. I don't know which old guy thought of this idea. It's really clever. This is the rhythm to play him to death.

From then on, as long as Dai Wu is alive, don't think about peace, even if you spit out all the exercises and make them public, people in the world will not let him go, who knows if you have any secrets!
What's even more frightening is that Dai Wu's parents and family members will also be implicated. It's hard to guarantee that someone will have a crooked mind and hijack Dai Wu's family members to blackmail him.

It takes a lot of hatred to think of this method, to be punished to death!
After the matter was resolved, it was already late at night, and everyone went back to their rooms.

The next morning, Dai Wu was refreshed, Han Yixi was radiant, but Aunt Lin had a pair of panda eyes, unable to hide her tiredness, and yawned every 2 minutes, looking at Dai Wu with awe, weirdness, and awe. There are evil ways, but there is no look of underestimating people.

Today, the auction of Arhat relics will be held, and the big show will start, and various characters will appear on the stage one after another.

Hu Xiaoru has already called, and the upper-level game has begun.

Wu Ling, Hua San Lao Dao, and Hua Si, who knows how to use tigers, will protect Dai Wu together and strive to win the relic!

And Hua Liu, who has the King Kong strength of dragon tendons and tiger bones, and Hua Er, the old monk, are the ones who clearly protect the relics. In the end, Hua Yi, a Confucian student with unknown purpose, and Hua Wu, who practices golden bell jars, remain.

After breakfast, Han Yixi reluctantly sent Dai Wu out of the house, watched Dai Wu get into a bulletproof green pickup truck, watched the truck go away, stood in front of the door for a long time before turning back to the house.

When Wu Ling and the others saw Dai Wu again, although they were prepared in their hearts, they still sighed and felt heavy when they saw Dai Wu's thin appearance and sunken eye sockets.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Isn't it just that martial arts are useless, there's nothing to be surprised about." Sitting in the truck, Dai Wu looked at Hua San Hua Si and Wu Ling. Seeing the old friend again, he was in a good mood.

"Dai Wu, this time I will help you snatch the Arhat relic and let you recover your realm. If anyone dares to stop you, just ask me if I agree with my divine tiger technique!" Hua Si still had that sturdy hunter-like appearance, When he spoke, he was murderous and fierce.

Among the seven of them, Hua Si is definitely the one with the strongest attack power and the most kills, because the divine tiger technique is destined to kill immediately.

At the beginning, Dai Wu and Hua Si fought each other, and in the end, in order to save Hua Si, he resisted a strange dance technique. His face was cut beyond recognition, and his flesh and blood were mutilated. Hua Si has always remembered it in his heart, and today he can finally repay Dai Wu's kindness.

Hua San Lao Taoist and Wu Ling also thought so. During that sparring, Dai Wu demonstrated the miracles of various realms for them, allowing them to make great progress in their kung fu, make their cultivation path smoother, and have the grace of preaching.

Just when he and Dai Wu were reminiscing about the old days, in the suburbs of the imperial capital, in the middle of the mountains, not far from the base of the [-]th Bureau.

In just three days, a small meeting place has sprung up, completely open-air, like an ancient arena, with a wide field in the middle and seats all around, standing in a circle, fully witnessing the saying, money can make ghosts push grind!
To build an auction venue in three days requires countless manpower and material resources. For this auction of Arhat relics, it is really a big move, regardless of the cost!
But in this wilderness, there are many people, there are groups of monks, Taoist priests sitting cross-legged on low hills, strange people from ethnic minorities, and local tyrants from all walks of life appear, guarded by layers of bodyguards.

Finally, on a mountain top, a swordsman appeared, with his long sword behind his back, his hands folded over his chest, his figure was as tall and straight as a peak, his black robe fluttered in the wind, his eyebrows were like the edge of a sword, his face was like a knife, his face was expressionless, and his head was bowed. Lower your eyebrows and don't look at the crowd.

In this era, the most useless martial arts is to practice weapons like swords, guns and swords. No matter how good you practice, you can only do it at home, and you can't take your weapons out.

If you take a train or plane, you have to go through security checks, and if you take a car on the road, you will pass through a toll booth and be checked.

The appearance of this swordsman made the surroundings quiet for a while, people's voices were a little bit quieter, they quietly stayed away from this person, and they didn't want to be with him, or if they had self-knowledge, this person could not be provoked!

Those who have good things are dissatisfied, and quietly ask the people around him about this person, but they get contemptuous eyes in return, as if to say, are you a gangster!
But then he felt complacent, showing off how much he knew, "This man's name is Shangguanfeng...!"

As a result, the person who spoke, just finished saying his name, felt a chill in his body and mind, and was shocked by the gaze from the top of the mountain, causing severe pain in his consciousness, his hairs burst out, and he covered his head and rolled on the ground, excruciating pain!

(End of this chapter)