Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"The demons are dancing and haunted by demons. Why don't you give up, little benefactor?"

The fat monk twisted his big ass, and a fat white fat hand was in the shape of twisting flowers. His action was like flying, and he came to Ye Feng in a flash.

To Ye Feng's horror, the other party's fingers turned up and down, as if with some incredible power. He could not escape even if he exhausted his means.

In less than two or three breaths, Ye Feng's hands were empty, and the spirit weapon short sword of Tianjie level had fallen into the fat monk's hands.

"Amity tofu. Little benefactor is really kind-hearted. It must not take too long to help the poor monk subdue demons and demons. There must be good luck."

A face smiled brightly. The fat monk waved to Ye Feng, and then stepped into the air and flew away with Yuanli energy.

"This..."

"I wish you a monk all your life!"

Ye Feng's face was puzzling. The treasure he had won was not warm in the palm of his hand, so he was robbed by the bald donkey.

"What's wrong with being a monk? Jump out of the three realms and not in the five elements. Be at ease, amigo."

The fat monk almost disappeared. After hearing Ye Feng's words, he didn't forget to turn back and smile at Ye Feng.

Look on your face, how much you owe me.

Ye Feng's face changed and didn't say anything.

The fat monk looked smiling. Like Maitreya, his strength was obviously terrible. He simply played with himself.

With his own ability, I can't see how he succeeded. There is no doubt that this man's combat power is far beyond his imagination.

It's better not to offend.

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The brilliance in the ancient hall is still spraying outward, and there are more robust gold and silver lights, which attracts the cheers of the martial artists around.

In order to compete for the treasure, these martial artists of all ethnic groups have already fought hard. From time to time, broken limbs and bodies fall from the air, emitting a pungent smell of blood.

But no one has time to pay attention. Everyone wants to grab more babies.

Whew!

In mid air, a thunderbolt broke through the air and quickly crossed Ye Feng's head.

"Hmm? What's that?"

Ye Feng looked up for a moment. When the streamer wiped over his head, he vaguely felt the appearance of the treasure. It seemed... It was a bra.

"Collect it first. Maybe I'm dazzled..."

Quickly calm down, Ye Feng flew to catch up with the light.

Poof!

The streamer surged so fast that it crashed directly into the trunk of a big tree.

Ye Feng looked around alertly. After making sure that no one noticed the movement here, he pulled it down from the trunk with Yuan Li.

When he saw what was in his hand, the expression on his face suddenly became very wonderful.

I didn't read it wrong before.

It's really a bra, and... The style seems very bold and avant-garde.

The whole corset is made of extremely soft Tianchan silver silk. The outside is inlaid with unknown gemstones. When you hold it in your hand, you can feel a warm feeling. It helps the martial artist concentrate and calm down.

But such a woman's bra? Is it the Phoenix nine Phoenix in Gu Jian's mouth, or the peacock Saint himself?

Ye Feng secretly feigned and stretched out his hand to wrap the bra.

It is not clear whether this thing has other uses, but there is no doubt that it is a rare spirit tool. No doubt, the gemstones inlaid on it are not ordinary things and should sell at a good price.

Whether it's diyuanzong's sweeping door or bloody killing, now it needs a lot of wealth support. Of course, Ye Feng won't dislike too many spirit stones.

"Hahaha, AMI tofu..."

But at the moment, a familiar laugh came from a few miles in the air.

With a Buddhist Chant, a fat figure appeared again. The fat monk smiled like a peach blossom in spring, but his action was incredible.

"Monster... Don't go."

The fat monk who stepped down in the air buckled the purple gold bowl in his hand and went straight to Ye Feng's bra.

"This... You want it too?!"

Ye Feng's face turned green on the spot.

The dead monk is haunted and sticks to himself like a slug. Without saying a word, he grabbed his corset and fled into the distance.

"Little benefactor, don't stop quickly. You have a 'bad omen' flashing on your body. Let the Buddha subdue him for you."

The fat monk twisted his ass, crossed Ye Feng in a few steps, and fell lightly in front, blocking Ye Feng's way.

After glancing at Ye Feng with smiling eyes, the other party said happily: "little benefactor, good luck is the head. It seems that you and I are destined to meet again."

Ye Feng, with black lines all over his head, stared at him with hatred. This guy obviously chased himself to rob treasure and had a fart relationship with fate or not.

"Well..."

"The demon is cunning. It's actually incarnated in this underwear, but it can't escape the Buddha's eyes. Come on, little benefactor, give the thing in your hand to the monk. It's not safe for you to take it with you."

"This monster is obviously more terrible than before. It is a great omen."

The fat monk stretched out his hand and grabbed the brassiere in Ye Feng's hand.

"Monk, you've gone too far. As a monk, you rob people's things. It's just one thing. You have to rob. There are so many people here. Would you like to change a victim?"

"Besides, can you use this thing?"

Ye Feng, whose heart, liver, spleen and lungs are burning, wants to hit the fat monk with a fist. However, he also knew that the monk's strength was unfathomable, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

The way ahead was blocked by the fat monk. Ye Feng quietly observed all the escape routes.

It's just strange that every time his thoughts surge up, the monk in front seems to be able to detect the general, slightly adjust the direction, and skillfully and skillfully block Ye Feng's way.