Stealing The Heavens

Chapter 422, the door to demolish

Holding a big steamed bun, drinking a gruel, squinting up and down the three women and men who were enchanting. Seeing from the gaze of the eyes, these three women are not finished, not only that, but their eyebrows have a fascinating charm, and they seem to have cultivated some exercises with him.

However, in the eyes of Zhai, the methods of these three women are too shallow. The highest realm of the double-repair method is the evil spirit of the outer Buddha. No matter how evil the overbearing nature of the martial art is, the skin phase must be solemn and solemn, and then it reaches the true highest realm!

"Three little foxes, but it’s good to take care of them!" He licked his lips and whispered: "Be a teacher, you are one."

The blood madman glared at the big hoe, and the elbow touched it gently: "Master, it’s the appearance of our mentoring, killing chicken is a problem, where is the power to catch people?"

For a moment, he and the blood madman turned his head and looked at it.

Don't lick the storage bag and pour out a small pile of the next stone. He counted fifteen and fifty, and it really was a hundred pieces of the next. However, the block of this Lingshi is too small, and the quality is considered to be the lower stone, but have you seen the only stone of the size of the jujube?

The standard of the next product Lingshi, that is the size of the adult fist, the volume and weight as well as the intrinsic aura have a certain standard, this is the next product Lingshi. This hundred pieces of jujube nuclear size of the next product Lingshi add up, is probably a piece of the standard?

This storage bag is also worthy of money, but you have seen the actual size of the fist, the space inside is only a large storage bag? What can this storage bag hold? Get it on the market and sell it. Is this storage bag worth about thirty-two or two silver?

With a dry laugh, don't be careful to pick up a lower-priced stone with your thumb index finger, and laugh at the men and women: "Several... Friends.... Predecessors... Is this the next stone?" Wow, a good exquisite Lingshi! The poor road greedy wolf, for the first time in my life, I saw the finest stone that was polished so fine! It can be set in the ring to make a jewel!"

If you don’t want to be jealous, it’s very damaging. A few men and women are dumbfounded and do not hear the ridicule in his words. The man who had just thrown out of the storage bag was holding his hand proudly and said coldly: "One hundred pieces of the lower spirit stone, a lot of pieces, of course, it is impossible to have one extra piece. We and the Ancheng family circled nearby Three hundred miles wide, to build a garden to escape the summer, this valley, belongs to us!"

I took a look at the hundred pieces of the lower spirit stone. I didn’t grab the **** and took two sips. Then my eyes turned and shouted loudly: “The old monk of the Tibetan heart, someone robbed you of the site! Lingshi, you must grab the Tibetan Buddhist Temple!"

"Don't he, who dares to move our Tibetan Zen Temple?" The screaming thunder came, and the footsteps of the mountain swayed in the air, the ground shook slightly, and the fat monk in the room was wide-eyed. An angry smashing a sickle that cut grass rushed out of the mountain gate.

Breathlessly standing at the gate of the mountain, this fat monk screamed and snarled: "The Tibetan Buddhist monk guards the law and the monk is here, who dares to let it go?"

The silver bell-like laughter was sent out from the mouths of three women. The woman in the green dress pointed at the hand and whispered: "The good-looking monk doesn't know if the silver-like wax head is invisible. What?” One finger of the effort, the Qitian monk’s belt suddenly burst into pieces, and the trousers’ '哗啦' fell to the foot. Then his coat suddenly broke through the gaps of more than a dozen bosses. The breeze blew, and the clothes fell, and the monk of the heavens revealed a silver-white flesh, and stood still in the same place.

The three women laughed loudly, and the other four men laughed in unison. They laughed and leaned forward and leaned back. The young man who had thrown it to the storage bag did not pick up a pair of female dog eyes. The green skirt woman smiled and said: "The little girl's magical power has grown, and the big brother has not seen how you came out!"

The other three men were busy with the green skirt girl stalking the horse and blowing her spells for half a day.

Don't look at it, don't look at it, don't let the one hundred pieces of the lower spirits into the storage bag of your waist. It is a rare thing to polish such a delicate undergraduate stone. The monks with similar personal identities can't pull their cheeks to use this kind of thing to fool people. And Ancheng’s family, watching their style of work, is not a miser family?

In front of these seven men and women, in addition to the men and green skirt girls who led the team is just condensed Jin Dan, other people are still swaying in the innate realm. The cloud light they walked on was the cloud head that relied on the magical instrument, not the real cloud that was condensed by its own strength. This finger of the green skirt girl, in the eyes of the beggars and the beggars, is also the case, no fuss.

The Qitian monk bowed his head and looked at his fat belly. Suddenly, he screamed and dropped the sickle and turned to run. Why did his pants tie his feet, he just turned and walked, and ‘when’’ it’s on the ground. The Qitian monk slammed the violent tumbling of the flesh, and the door of the Tibetan Buddhist Temple’s '嚯啦啦' shook, and the wooden plaque on the door shook, suddenly with a large piece of dust falling off the gate, right in the Kaitian The head of the monk is on the back of the head.

‘呃,呃’, the monk of the heavens spit with the white foam and fainted.

Don't look at it and look at it again. The two took the blood madman and carefully retreated to the statue of the Guardian King Kong on the left side of the mountain gate. They held the **** in one hand and held the porridge bowl in one mouth. The mouth was stuffed with food. .

He whispered: "The trouble is the head, the king is now insane, and he can only rely on these secular things to replenish his physical strength. Where is the king eating white and drinking?"

Don't stretch his neck and swallow a hoe. He glanced at him and whispered: "Don't want to eat white food here. I was almost killed by a palm, and I didn't have one." This is not a good deal with Ancheng’s family. These monks must be driven away, and your masters and teachers will kill themselves!”

Do not tell you that there are 18 demon gods in his body, and he will not tell him that his own dragon has been cultivated to the level of the thirty-six changes of the dragon. The physical strength is enough to confront the ordinary fairy, not to He will tell him that there are 10,000 Longbo people in the ring of their own spirituality who have almost broken through the realm of Yuan Ying.

Since these things don't tell you, then you don't know if you have a lot of panacea in your Black Dragon Ring. Hey, these things, why tell 嫪毐? Unless you swear to follow the younger brother, don’t you help me?

"I am compassionate, kind, kind, and a few donors. Is it because I am coming to the Tibetan Buddhist Temple?"

A buddha sounded, and the small guardian of the guardian had a big **** on his left hand, and a porridge bowl on his right hand. Two gangsters bulged out of the temple. He glanced at the Qitian monk, who was stunned by the raft, and his face sank. Put the porridge bowl and the steamed bun on the threshold, the little monk walked to the side of the Qitian monk, reached out and grabbed the wooden plaque, and a cloud of light under his feet, holding him to the threshold, hanging the end of the plaque. Go up.

Putting the clouds down on the ground, the guardian-hearted monk walked down the stone steps in front of the mountain gates, and bowed to the men and women of the several families. "Is it true that the friends of the wolves have just said it? Several are forcibly seized. What about my Zen Academy?"

After the footsteps sounded, the old monk of the Tibetan heart swayed and swayed with a big hoe, followed by a few fat-stricken hounds, and walked out all the way. The old monk looked at the open-air monk who was lying on the ground naked and unconscious. He sighed in a faint sigh: "When I meditate in these days, I was always scared. I only knew that there was a disaster, but I didn't expect it to be such a thing."

With a glance at the little monk, the old monk shouted: "These donors are not the pilgrims who come to the house, but the wicked people who come to demolish the house!"

Don't take out a delicate understory stone from the storage bag and throw it away in his hand. He laughed and said: "The old monk, this is the hundred pieces of the lower stone they gave, and they have to take down the temple to protect themselves from the summer. Garden 哩!"

Taking a deep breath, the old Tibetan monk looked at the seven men and women and said: "Several small donors, the old man here has the title deeds signed by the Ancheng masters in the same year. This is a ten-mile valley, which is the private property of the Tibetan Buddhist Temple. The old monk built this Buddhist temple, which has been cultivated for more than seven hundred years, and it is all planted by the old man.]

The green skirt girl screamed and screamed, twisting the water snake waist and sighing forward: "Who listens to your old vulture? The old monk, have you not gone out for a few years? And the current city owner of Ancheng is our family ancestor. The previous title deeds were all invalid!"

The girl smugly said, "A hundred pieces of the lower spirits, buy you more than this valley, you vultures accounted for a big color, but also lack of heart, that is to look for Eat it!"

Do not cope with the one hundred fine exquisite Lingshi, which was shown to the old monk of the Tibetan heart.

The old monk stayed in bed. He screamed at the Buddha's number with his hands and whispered. "Don't ask the former master Jing An, what is he doing now?"

The young man who led the team proudly held his head and sneered a few steps forward: "The old vulture, naturally, is brainstorming and dying on the spot. The old vulture, there is a tea time, no longer move, we will blame us. It’s ruthless!”

Don't push the stone back into the storage bag, take a sip of the hoe, and look back at the old monk.

The old monk's face changed slightly, and he sighed: "The master Jing Jing, actually Nirvana. Er, etc., a good means!"

Putting the end of the skull in the hand on the back of the step, the old monk swayed a few steps forward, he sighed: "So, don't blame the old man today to demolish the demon, remove your obstacles! ”

A lion squirted from the mouth of the old monk, and the skinny old monk suddenly squirted a large piece of golden light. He clenched his fist and punched the arrogant young man.

Among the seven men and women, the other three men and two women were shaken by the lion's scorpion, and they flew hundreds of feet away, and the blood of the mouth fainted to the ground.

The young and green women exclaimed, and at the same time spurted a pink sword light.