The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

Chu Heng looked at the monk and found that the monk was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was a little short, with fair skin and bright eyes. The moon-white cassock on him made his body look thinner.

"Chu Heng, I have met Brother Faxiang!"

Chu Heng knew in his heart that this Dharma appearance was probably because Pu Zhi was so kind to him!

And this pufang!Perhaps he is also because of Puzhi!

Thinking that even though Pu Zhi died, he still took such great care of him, Chu Heng felt grateful.

When he was in the lower realm, Chu Heng was rather disgusted with the Buddhist sect, because the Buddhist sect in the lower realm didn't do production, and then devoted himself to demagoguery.

But after coming to the upper realm, this Buddhist sect is completely different!

Although Tianyin 027 Temple is more similar to a martial arts sect than a religion, it is obvious that Chu Heng likes this transformation more. ~)

"Get rid of the evil, junior brother Chu, let's talk about the old days later, let's kill these devil bastards now!"

Dharma Xiang didn't have the slightest compassion that a monk should have. He shouted a Buddha's name and stood up, but he aimed at those devil cubs and killed them.

Chu Heng nodded, and with a move with his right hand, the Qinggang sword that had been thrown on the ground by the blood-sucking patriarch groaned softly, and flew directly back into Chu Heng's hand.

But Chu Heng made a move to follow Fa Xiang, because there were three pale-faced girls beside Chu Heng.

"You, you don't need to guard us here!!"

Concubine Shixuan coughed and said with a slight smile.

Chu Heng looked at Shi Feixuan's pale face, and felt pity in his heart: "You are my most precious treasure! How can I put you in even the slightest danger just to kill some devil cubs?"

Lu Xueqi blushed pretty, but she didn't deny Chu Heng's statement.

Along the way, her understanding of Chu Heng has become more and more profound.

When a girl knows Chu Heng deeply, it's hard not to like Chu Heng.

"I'm not your treasure!"

Hua Qiangu moved her body slightly, then muttered.

The fairy swords of Chu Heng and the others had automatically returned to their hands, while Hua Qiangu's firewood knife was still lying alone in the distance. In such a situation, Hua Qiangu couldn't help feeling uncomfortable, but it was He didn't want to be taken advantage of by Chu Heng.

"You are my little apprentice and my younger sister, so you must be my treasure!"

Chu Heng lightly smiled and flicked Hua Qiangu's little head, looked at Hua Qiangu's worn-out woodcutter, and sighed: "Don't worry, I will find a convenient weapon for you!"

"What is a handy one? That hatchet knife is very handy!"

Hua Qiangu looked at the machete, a memory flashed in his eyes.

This machete seemed to be the epitome of her, so inconspicuous, so pitiful.

Although she has lived a good life with Chu Heng now, how can she be willing to throw away her miniature?

"It's outdated after all! If you don't want to part with it, you can choose to enshrine it or bury it! But you don't have to throw it away!"

Chu Heng looked at the reluctance in Hua Qiangu's eyes, rubbed her little head and said.

A look of confusion flashed across Hua Qiangu's face: "Worship it? Or bury it?"

"Treasure is also fine! In short, you are forcing it to fight with you now, but it is a kind of torture for it, because one day, it will not even be able to withstand your spiritual (bgbi) power!"

Chu Heng smiled slightly and said.

Hua Qiangu nodded half-understanding: "In that case, let's treasure it up when it can't bear my spiritual power!"

Seeing this girl so stubborn, Chu Heng shook his head helplessly, "Forget it, let you continue to use this hatchet for a while! This is also a kind of tempering for you!"

"kindness!"

Hua Qiangu nodded sensiblely, then closed her eyes to heal her wounds.

Even during the time they were chatting, Shi Feixuan and Lu Xueqi had already healed most of their injuries!

After all, they possessed the top elixir of Qingyun sect, but they didn't need to worry too much about their injuries.

Naturally, Hua Qiangu could also enjoy their elixir, but Hua Qiangu felt that it would not be good for her to improve her strength, so she directly refused.

Chu Heng once witnessed the battle between Puzhi and Cangsong.

In that battle, the sky was dim, and the sun and the moon were dark.

That battle was full of power.

But now, the battle between Pu Fang, Pu Zhi's junior brother, and the blood-sucking patriarch of the Wandu Sect, was without any trace of fireworks.

Because Pufang was like a mountain, facing the attack of the blood-sucking ancestor like a storm, he did not waver in any way.

In this nameless mountain stream, all that can be heard and seen is the surging spiritual power left behind after each collision.

In addition, there is no damage to the surrounding area or even the flowers and plants.

If the blood-sucking ancestor uses weapons to attack, Pu Fang will take out his own prayer beads and use the six-character mantra to fight.

In short, although Pu Fang's strength is not as good as Pu Zhi's, his fighting style is much calmer than Pu Zhi's looks.

As for the blood-sucking patriarch, he was restrained to death by Pufang's Buddhist skills, and there was nothing he could do about Pufang's tortoise shell.

After a long time, seeing that his spiritual power had been exhausted, and Na Pufang was still looking at him with a smile on his face, the blood-sucking patriarch let out a long cry, and with a flash of his figure, he left the nameless valley.