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

"You can solve it..."

"Uh……"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the monk beside him walking straight to the open space beside him.

"The Great Sun Tathagata's Palm - Buddha moves mountains and rivers!"

Only a loud shout was heard.

A golden-colored Zen staff slowly emerged from the monk's body.

"Buzz...buzz...buzz!"

The wand kept buzzing.

In an instant, thousands of golden rays of light shot out from the Zen staff, and then the Zen staff began to grow slowly!

"Boom!"

Wrapped in golden light like this, a golden Zen staff phantom slammed down.

The group of zombies in front of them turned into smoke and dissipated.

"God!"

The yellow-haired youth looked at the pile of flying ashes in front of him, and then looked at the mirror-smooth ground in front of the monk, and couldn't help swallowing the saliva in his mouth.

"call!"

Hong Yi slowly finished work and frowned.

I didn't expect the power of the third style of the Great Sun Tathagata's Palm to be so small?

Are you kidding the poor monk?

The first style can knock down the teaching building, and the third style can't even keep up with half of the first style.

"Grandmaster!"

At this time, the yellow-haired young man beside him pulled Hong Yi's arm tightly with both hands, and he was about to kneel down!

Hong Yi quickly lifted him up.

What is this going to do?

The yellow-haired youth reached out and touched his face, looking at Hong Yi excitedly.

"Master, are you an immortal cultivator in Eastern legends? A flying sword can travel [-] miles across the universe and be invincible!"

"Uh!"

After Hong Yi heard this, he touched his bald head.

"Poor monk..."

The yellow-haired youth immediately reached out his hand to interrupt Hong Yi and took two steps back!

"Needless to say, I understand the rules!"

"thump!"

I saw him kneeling directly on the ground with both knees, and kept kowtowing to Hong Yi.

"Master, please accept Bob!"

"master……"

"Fuck!"

Hong Yi couldn't help but burst out foul language, where did all this go?

Why do you suddenly want to worship yourself as a master!

The people from the Foundation next to them stood there dumbfounded.

The yellow-haired young Bob in front of him is very famous in Los Angeles. At least they all know each other. He is also a relatively powerful character among the supernatural beings. The body can emit a very high temperature flame, which is said to melt steel.

but……

Is this dog-legged character in front of you really their superior ability user?

Why is this happening?

"Amitabha!"

"Stay away from the poor monk! In this way, the poor monk will report to warn you of harassment!"

Hong Yi rudely pushed the yellow-haired youth who kept sticking to him away.

How is it like a dog skin plaster.

"Master! That Immortal Bob didn't dare to force him just now, I just ask you to accept the disciple!"

"The poor monk just now is really not an immortal art. You see that the power is very ordinary, and it is not as good as your fire-breathing one!"

The voice just fell!

"Crack!"