I Am Picking Up Attributes in the Last Days.

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"It's over, the young marshals are so powerful, but we pretend to be them. Isn't this courting death? Will it kill us!"

The focus of their discussion was more around the young marshals, fearing that they would retaliate.

It's just that there is no way now, it's a done deal, we can only face it!

All of them looked sluggish, with fear in their eyes, and looked at the young marshals nervously.

Anyone who comes over will be beaten by them, and they will have no resistance.

In this regard, they expressed their helplessness, and the final result may be a tragic death.

Especially the eldest brother, just under severe pressure, he vomited three liters of blood again and almost died.

Seeing such a powerful young marshal army, for the first time regretted the original choice.

This situation was something he never expected.

Who would have known that Yang Hao and others could really rush over thousands of miles apart, but they just happened to meet?

Everything is life!

They were terrified, and the two big monks stood aside with solemn faces, looking at the cheering Yang Hao group.

I have to admit, they're really good at it!

It can even be said that it is stronger than them.

When I saw the golden bell jar, I wanted to ask if there were apprentices of Buddhist monks.

Walking slowly, he has the demeanor of an eminent monk.

The old monk handed the convenient shovel in his hand to the middle-aged monk behind him, grabbed the Buddha bead in front of him with his right hand, raised his chest with his left hand, and approached Yang Hao.

Most of the young marshals in front of him focused on Chu Xiaoxiao, discussing the secrets.

The rest of the people began to pack up their weapons and armor.

After the war is over, naturally there is no need to wear it.

The whole set is a few thousand pounds, so it's better to relax.

This is the real powerhouse, otherwise he can't afford it at all.

When taking off his armor, he couldn't help but look at the big monk who came over with doubts in his eyes.

Tian Tian knew that they had a very unpleasant quarrel with each other just now, let's see how they are.

In the eyes of everyone, the old monk walked straight to Yang Hao, bowed with one hand, and proclaimed the Buddha's slogan:

"Amitabha, the donor is really a hero among people. He has great courage and is admired by Lao Na. Dare to ask the donor, which family did he inherit from?"

The sound was like a bell, deafening, and it was not particularly hidden.

And asking the teacher directly, it seems to be close.

However, one sentence brought everyone's attention together, and wanted to hear his origins, why is he so powerful?

Yang Hao fixed his eyes on him and said:

"Old monk, you inquired about my teacher's inheritance, what is the so-called origin? Then what is your origin, and what are your thoughts?"

He didn't have a teacher, so where did he say so much.

Ask directly!

In this regard, the young marshal smiled and felt that the young marshal would not suffer, so he asked back directly.

The old monk was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect his tone to be so bad, and he didn't expect to ask directly.

Then, clasping his hands together, he said:

"Lao Na comes from the Taihang Mountains and has practiced for more than [-] years before he obtained the golden elixir. The donor is very young, but he has so many subordinates, and I am quite curious! People from outside the Fang, such as me, enter the world when the people are displaced, and we should make a difference. !"

The old monk did not hide his origins, and even stated the purpose of going out of the mountain clearly.

He wasn't afraid to tell everyone about this.

After the young marshal heard it, he was stunned for a moment.

Unexpectedly, they came out of the mountain for the sake of the world, which is really admirable.

In awe.

What they can't do, others can do, naturally they should be in awe.

Yang Hao's eyes widened slightly, and then he asked:

"In troubled times, Taoist priests usually go down the mountain. Do you also go down the mountain? Well, maybe I have a prejudice against you!"

"However, I don't have a teacher, I am myself!"

He did not explain his origins, and there was no need to tell others.

Just when the old monk was about to answer, a voice came from the cement room in the distance:

"Young Master, I have contacted your servant!"