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

"It took a lot of money to suppress the supernatural bureau..."

"Oh?" Hong Yi touched his bald head and said with a smile:

"So, that old sword immortal went back and looked for someone?"

"Uh..." Qin Lan was stunned for a moment and whispered, "That's not true, but I heard that Lao Jianxian's concubine is the old lady..."

Saying that, Qin Lan quietly pointed to an old woman over there.

"I heard that when these two people were young...you understand, so this old woman went to the Huaxia Spirituality General Bureau..."

"Hey...don't go over there!"

Before the words were finished, the monk in front of him adjusted his robes and walked towards a few old people.

Finished!

Don't fight this!

or……

Qin Lan saw Hongyi's latest strength that day. If this is transformed, the aircraft carrier will not sink!

He quickly chased after him, catching up with Hong Yi, who had already walked to the side of a group of people.

"Amitabha..." Hong Yi came to the front of several old people, put his hands together, bowed his head slightly, and said with a smile:

"Talking about it? It's very happy! Let the poor monk listen to what we're talking about!"

"Hmph..." I saw the old woman Qin Lan pointed to him just now with a cold snort, with a grim expression.

"Which little monk is this?"

"I don't understand the rules at all, is this a place where you can interject?"

"roll……"

It would be nice if the old man didn't have trouble with you!He even dared to run over by himself.

But that dead old man is really a waste. Can you beat such a young monk?

It looks so old!

"Haha..." Hong Yi was not annoyed, he stretched out his hand and put his arm around the neck of the old sword fairy next to him, hugged him intimately and said:

"Isn't this Senior Sword Immortal?"

"What are you talking about? Can't you tell the poor monk?"

The old sword immortal who had Hong Yi's arm resting on his shoulders suddenly became agitated, and looked at the old lady next to him with a sad face.

"Nothing... nothing, just chat... just chat..."

Seeing the old lady looking at him with a mocking face, Lao Jianxian smiled awkwardly at the monk beside him.

What if I knew that the old man should not have come!

Just work hard!

Waiting for this monk to go crazy... let's swim together!

"Hmph... It's not promising..." The old woman saw that Lao Jianxian was so spineless, her face suddenly darkened, and she reprimanded at Hong Yi:

"The old man gives you three breaths of time..."

"Disappear from the old man immediately! Otherwise... hum!"

The old woman turned her head and glanced at the deep sea.

"Although this ship is big, it is not stable. If it falls into the sea... This old man will not be responsible!"

"That's right...that's right, Sect Master Tianliang is right...let's go..."

"Little monk, this is not where you should be! Let's go!"

"Hehe, forget it, Sect Master Tianliang, don't be as knowledgeable as the younger generation!"

Several old people next to him kept persuading him.

Qin Lan also took Hong Yi's arm and kept walking out.

Hongyi turned his head and waved at the old lady, then said with a smile:

"Tianliangzong?"

"Amitabha, the name of the sect of the old man is creative..."

"It's cold? Does it mean that it's naturally cool?"

"You... court death!" The old lady's face turned even darker when she heard this, and she shouted angrily, and stretched out her dry palms to grab the monk in front of her!

"A junior, who dares to humiliate my Tianliang Sect, I won't show you some color today, the position of the sect master of the old man..."

Hong Yi looked at the old lady who was grabbing at him, stretched out his hand and gently pushed Qin Lan aside, signaling her to stay away.

Let the old lady catch herself.

"The old man will throw you into the sea today, seeing that you are still arrogant..."