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

"It was fun..."

"You said if the poor monk were to exert such force?"

Saying that, Hong Yi pinched Xiao Yan Luo's head with two fingers and lifted it up.

"puff……"

Suddenly, a blood sword spurted out.

Hongyi looked at Xiao Yan Luo, whose head was pulled out by himself, speechlessly, and with direct force in his hands, instantly kneaded his body into flesh, and then threw it away.

"Amitabha!"

"Poor monks envy you like this, you can't die without a body and a head..."

Hong Yi rushed to the head between the two fingers and said:

"Look at this little head, it looks so cute!"

"However, the poor monk will send you one last sentence... Don't pretend to criticize, you will be struck by lightning if you pretend to be criticized..."

Saying that, he threw the head in his hand directly on the ground, raised his foot and stomped it hard.

"puff……"

A dull voice sounded.

Hongyi crushed it hard.

Looking up at the princess, he said:

"Which princess of Daqin is this? Does anyone have a name?"

The princess who kept swaying stretched out her hand to wipe the flesh of Xiao Yan Luo on her body, her little face was waxy white from Hong Yi's fright, and then she showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and said tremblingly:

"The... 18th princess... The name is... Ying Biluo!"

Hong Yi instantly transformed into a normal human size, smiled and came to this Princess Biluo, reached out and gently lifted her chin.

He waved at the people in the spiritual bureau next to him.

After everyone comes.

Hong Yi smiled and said:

"She said she won Princess Biluo, do you believe it?"

Everyone didn't know why, and they all stared blankly at the monk and the woman in front of them.

"What? You don't usually go online?"

Hong Yi asked in confusion.

"Alas..." Hong Yi sighed, and then said to Princess Ying Biluo:

"The poor monk has only heard of Qiao Biluo, but I really haven't heard of Ying Biluo!"

"Moreover, the poor monk thinks that his academic performance has always been good, and he has never seen your name on the history book!"

Saying that, he directly grabbed his neck with one hand and lifted the princess in front of him.

"The poor monk looks at you like a fake... what do you think?"

At this moment, Princess Ying Biluo grabbed Hong Yi's palm with both hands, gasping for breath.

What is this monk talking about?

"I...I'm really...cough, it's the princess of Daqin...my father is...win..."

Before the words were finished, the princess was sent on the road by Hongyi.

"What did she just say her father's name was?" Hong Yi turned his head and asked everyone next to him.

Didn't wait for everyone to answer.

Hongyi stretched out his hand to push aside Gu Heng and the others.

"Old Sword Fairy..."

He stretched out his hand and pulled the old man's white hair, who was slowly retreating, and pulled it back.

"Where are you going?"

"Hehe...this...this..." Lao Jianxian stretched out his hand and pulled his hair, smiling awkwardly:

"The old man's stomach is a little uncomfortable... It's convenient and convenient to go!"

What the hell!

Hurry up, this monk is not a good person at first glance!

"Hehe, the poor monk heard that Lao Jianxian is the high-level leader of the Spirituality Bureau? Or the head of Huiyue Sect?" Hong Yi smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and grabbed Lao Jianxian's collar, and pulled it over.

Amitabha!

The old man ran faster than a rabbit just now.

If the poor monk doesn't teach you a lesson, how can you live in your heart!