Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

"Try to fight her."

"Ah?" The little monk was stunned.

Shallow Xi also slanted a head, a face doubts.

Yuan Xiu said to Feng Qianxi, "since you are so interested in martial arts, if you can beat my little apprentice, I will consider letting you learn martial arts with them."

"Good." The wind was shallow and the sun nodded.

He threw the broom in his hand to Mingjing, rubbed his palm, and approached the little monk: "little master, come on!"

The little master was obviously shy. He stepped back and bowed with his hands together: "Amitabha, benefactor, please forgive me if there is any disrespect."

"It's OK. The big man doesn't care about details."

Fengqianxi's first event in chanyue temple was to hold her hands and make a bow, just like the people of ancient rivers and lakes.

In the Zen Moon Temple, it used to be a common thing to compete with each other in martial arts, but this time a woman came to compete, which naturally aroused everyone's attention and curiosity.

All of a sudden, the disciples who had just stood in line were scattered.

Or that sentence, monks are also people, and not everyone is clean. It's normal to be curious about this kind of thing.

"Who do you think will win?"

"Of course it's Mingshan junior."

"My younger martial brother is not very good at Kung Fu."

"That's better than a woman?"

The game begins!

Mingshan made a fist gesture and stepped back with one foot: "benefactor first, please?"

As if he was doing warm-up exercises, he twisted his neck and wrists three times on the left and three times on the right? That little master, I'm not polite. "

The language falls between, her Phoenix Mou instantly becomes fierce incomparable, when the hand lifts up, as if took a burst of breeze a, sharp eyes seem to see a fixed point.

Brush's figure flashed. In the blink of an eye, he came to his back. He turned his hand into a knife and hit Mingshan's neck.

That's a lot of strength.

Little monk Mingshan almost knelt to the ground on one knee, but he is not a vegetarian and deserves to be a Shaolin disciple. His reaction is very fast. He suddenly turns around to fight back.

Shallow Xi a hand opened his fist, the finger is like a pincer to hold his neck!

"Er..." Mingshan said softly.

Wind shallow Xi immediately released his finger: "sorry, accidentally forced a little bit." Seeing that little monk Mingshan had two nail marks on his white neck, she apologized.

Win!

In a few seconds, he won completely, and completely suppressed. He didn't give the other side the chance to fight back. He was quick, accurate and ruthless, just two moves. All the monks around him were stunned. Who could have thought that a little girl could do it?

"I lost." Mingshan put his hands together: "thank you, benefactor, for your mercy."

"How is that possible?"

"How can Mingshan lose to a woman?"

"But just now..."

Those people began to talk about it. Even if they saw it with their own eyes, they didn't believe it. It was just incredible. Who could believe this fact?

"Yes." Shallow Xi said with a smile.

Yuan Xiu, who was watching the battle, squinted. It seemed that she underestimated the girl. She was not ordinary. She seemed to have unique skills. Hehe... No wonder if you want to break into the Zen moon tower, only after the third floor, you turn your eyes and say, "who else would like to fight with her?"

I didn't expect yuanxiu to speak again.

Shallow Xi some wonder, is yuan Xiu want to test her? Anyway, her purpose has been stated. As long as she can promise her, everything will be fine.

The monk whispered, most of them were not convinced of the first World War: "I will."

"I'll do it."

"Let me do it."

Such a voice constantly think of, wind shallow Xi heart straight hair empty, tut Tut, she is how to attract these people hate? At once, half of the people wanted to fight with her and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva. Am I too annoying? Cry, if so many people fight, she will be beaten to pieces.

Step straight back, don't fight!

"Uncle yuanxiu, please let me come." A man with a thick voice came out. He was obviously a big man with a little dark skin. He stood up half a head higher than shallow Xi, and he was very big.

"Third Elder martial brother..."

"Third Elder martial brother..."

As soon as the man came out, everyone stepped back and called respectfully.

"Minghe, are you coming?"

"Yes, master. Please let me do it The other side said seriously.

"All right. It's up to you to fight her. This time you are allowed to use weapons. " Yuan Xiu said with a smile.

Qianxi is still a little confused, but Mingjing, the elder master on one side, can't stand any longer. He quickly comes out to speak for Feng Qianxi: "Shifu, Shifu, the third younger martial brother's Kung Fu is obvious to all of us. Feng Qianxi is just a girl. I'm afraid it's not right to fight with weapons. "

Yuan Xiu looked at Qian Xi: "benefactor Feng, do you think it's ok?"

"It's OK, it's OK. I believe that Zen master yuanxiu will preside over the overall situation, and it will end there."

"Well, let's start. You see what weapon you're going to use. "

Qianxi takes a look at Minghe, who is called the Third Elder martial brother. She has a long wooden stick in her hand. She originally wanted to hold a hairpin, but then she thinks about it. After all, in Shaolin Temple, it's better to tie up her hair, so she takes a bamboo broom from Mingjing's hand: "then I'll use this!"

The Third Elder martial brother, Minghe, took a disdainful look. When he approached, he raised his mouth: "the name of Dharma is Minghe, benefactor of wind, please teach me!" This man looks different from the little monk just now.

With a sense of evil spirit. It's not the same as Mingshan's kindness. After he signed up, he hit the wind like a rocket.

The stick in his hand is flying up, slapping around.

The wind shallow Xi hurriedly a hide, the broom in the hand swept a circle on the ground, draw a circle out, dust everywhere, broom and his stick hit together.

She is not good at using the stick, most of them are avoiding and blocking.

But the other party is more and more aggressive, almost forcing her to the point where there is no way back, the strength of each stick is very big.

After several knocks, she made a big hole in the floor. She knew in her heart that if the stick hit her, it would not hurt her to death, and she would vomit blood. Anyway, it was a pain of breaking bones and muscles. Thinking about her, her heel would be cold.

And the stick hit her feet several times. When the stick was raised, she could feel a strong wind sweeping by.

"How long are you going to hide?"