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

It really needs to be polished!

"The old man's cultivation is not bad, how about we have two moves?" Qin You said after thinking for a while:

"It doesn't matter! You can do your best to attack the old man with one palm!"

The monk before the meeting shook his head!

Qin You couldn't help but pull his face down: "What? Look down on the old man?"

"Uh..." Hong Yi said a little embarrassedly:

"Director Qin, don't be joking, the poor monk slaps it down... you may be gone!"

This monk... is simply defiant!

"It's okay, you can give it a try!"

"It's not good!"

"It's coming..."

"Then the poor monk slapped lightly?"

The faint golden spiritual power in Hong Yi's hand flashed by.

"boom……"

There was a dull sound in Qin You's chest.

I saw Qin You's face congealed, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his eyes rolled, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Fuck... Come on, Director Qin vomited blood..."

"Hurry up... hurry up, hurry down the mountain, Director Qin's rib is broken!"

"No way... No way, Director Qin fainted!"

Hong Yi was dumbfounded, he squatted down quickly, held Qin You's forehead and said:

"This... The poor monk really only contributed [-]% of his strength!"

"Director Qin, you can't touch porcelain!"

"Hey... The poor monk has no money. This should be a work injury, right?"

Hong Yi looked helplessly as he watched a group of people carry the unconscious Director Qin into the helicopter, turned his head and said to Nan Ling:

"The poor monk really only used [-]% of his strength!"

Nan Ling glanced at him sideways, and said angrily:

"How are we going out now?"

"The helicopter is full, are you riding out?"

Chapter 191 Overseas Chinese Widow Village! (3 more!)

Chapter 191 Overseas Chinese Widow Village!

"Donor... can you stop hugging so tightly?"

Hong Yi rode a white horse and turned to Nan Ling who was sitting behind him.

Amitabha!

I knew earlier that the donor Nan Ling should not be allowed to sit in the back.

The poor monk on top of two water balloons can't ride well at all, right?

Moreover, the mountain road is already rough.

Sitting on the back of a horse tossed up and down...

Hong Yi felt a burst of blood coming out of his nose!

"Aren't you going to slow down..." Nan Ling sat behind Hong Yi, with her arms around his waist, and whispered with a blushing face.

There's nowhere to catch it right now.

I can only hold this monk, who knew the road ahead was so steep, and I kept bumping along the way...

Mommy hurts, okay?

"Amitabha, patron Nanling, it will get dark if you see the sky, we didn't even go out to the mountains, this is in the wilderness..." Hong Yi looked up at the sun, and it was about to go down.

Hong Yi originally thought that riding a horse would be very cool, but as a result...

I should have known that I should have taken a helicopter!

The two collided all the way... collided...

It finally got dark.

Turn over a rough road.

A brightly lit village appeared in front of him.

"Why didn't you bump into it... bah... why did it stop?" Nan Ling, who was buried in the back, couldn't help but asked in a low voice.