Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

"Just this shit?"

"You..." Jian Zhen didn't expect this little monk to dare to be so presumptuous, his face flushed with anger, and he shouted:

"Come on, let the old man out..."

The already enraged members of the island nation's supernatural group rolled up their sleeves and stepped forward with a sneer, ready to start.

"The Great Sun Tathagata..."

Now Gu Heng, who was behind, saw that light slowly began to flash in Hong Yi's hand, and immediately gave a jerk, and quickly stepped forward to hold him.

He kept giving Wang Daochang a wink.

This is such a basement.

This kid's palm collapsed the teaching building.

If this is...

Waiting to be buried alive, what's wrong with these bastards in the island country?

Do you usually scold you less?

"Don't... Hong Yi! This trivial matter makes Pindao come..." Wang Daochang who reacted suddenly stepped forward and pulled Hong Yi back.

"Fuck! NMSL..."

Wang Daochang drew out his long sword, pointed at Master Jianzhen, and cursed angrily.

Don't you want to live anymore?

When the building collapses, wait to die!

"Baga..." When did Master Jianzhen suffer such an insult, he directly waved his monk robe and smashed his fist at Wang Daochang.

What the hell!

Dare to do it?

At the moment when the two immediately fought, a white afterimage flashed by.

Followed by.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the white figure pushed Master Jianzhen and directly broke through several walls.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay!

It happened so suddenly...

"What's the matter... What happened to the poor monk hitting you?"

"Yo, how dare you stare?"

"Try staring again?"

"Okay...Old monk! So rigid?"

Inside the broken wall, all kinds of melee sounds were constantly heard, mixed with all kinds of cries.

Soon!

A white figure came out from the darkness of the broken wall.

Everyone took a deep breath.

The white figure is Hong Yi.

What everyone was surprised was the Master Jianzhen who was in the hands of the little monk.

At this time, Master Jianzhen's eyes were closed, his yellow monk robe was tattered, his face was blue and swollen, and he had obviously passed out.

Hong Yi casually threw Jian Zhen on the ground.

Take a deep breath!

Much more comfortable!

"Amitabha?" Hong Yi said to Jian Zhen who was like a dead dog on the ground:

"A monk should look like a monk."

"The poor monk will let you see what the real consecration technique is!"

Speaking, Hong Yi put one hand on the top of Master Jianzhen's head and said something in his mouth.

After just a few tens of seconds.

"Amitabha!" Hong Yi glanced at his masterpiece.

perfect!

At this moment, Master Jianzhen opened his eyes leisurely.

"hiss……"

So bright!