The little monk's face remained unchanged and said seriously that his Dharma name was bald donkey.

"Hahaha……"

Everyone suddenly burst into laughter and there were even several people with low laugh points, and they rolled on the ground with a burst of laughter.

In the temple, Nie Xiaoqian was sitting on the beam and listening in a slanted ear, laughing.

At this moment, laughter is helpless for her.

Although she had a very high laugh, a young and beautiful monk, with a bald head like a full moon, called himself a bald donkey, and she had to laugh.

The little monk seemed to have eyes on his back and looked back as she smiled.

This look was so calm, like the sea water in the Mariana Trench, deep and magnificent.

Seeing this, Nie Xiaoqian quickly tense her face and restrained her surging smile, leaving only two curves of autumn water with ups and downs.

It is really impolite to smile at the monk, even if the word "bald donkey" is called by the monk.

"Bald, which temple are you from?"

"Bald, which monk gave you this Dharma name?"

Someone started to cheer and shouted at the little monk in a joking manner, which caused bursts of laughter.

"Why don't you answer? Didn't you just say one by one? "

"Is it because the temple has too little oil and water, so I'm so stupid?"

Since childhood, the monk admitted that his magic name was bald donkey. He was very afraid of his invulnerable body protection skills just now. Perhaps he thought he had discovered that this monk with extremely high martial arts skills was a fool, or perhaps because he had the Master of the Fu Manor in the Righteous Mountain Villa, and they all became unscrupulous.

No matter how good your martial arts are, you are still a fool. Who would be afraid of a fool?

Almost everyone present was laughing. Even the respected owner of Fu Chenfu, although his righteous and righteous look was firmly maintained, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Apart from the little monk, the only one who doesn't laugh is Taoist Qingsong. Not only does Taoist Qingsong not laugh, but even the original three-point smile on his face disappeared, replaced by extremely cautiousness.

When the others were laughing endlessly, Master Fu, who had always been accustomed to watching the sixth route, noticed the strange look on Master Qingsong's face, and lowered his voice and asked, "Brother Qingsong, what's wrong with it?"

Taoist Master Qingsong replied in a deep voice: "We are afraid we will return tonight without success."

The owner of Fu Zhuang felt a little nervous and asked, "Why did Brother Dao say this?"

"The monk is called bald donkey, and the young monk is crazy." Taoist Qingsong sighed, "Everyone laughed happily when he heard this, but he didn't know that these two comments came from Wuliang Temple."

"Wuliang Temple?" The owner of the Fu Manor, who was as dark as water, suddenly lost his color. He spoke tightly and asked anxiously: "Brother Dao?"

There are words in the world, and the fists are infinite, and the sword returns to the pure Yang.

Boxing is the best in Wuliang Temple in the world, and swordsmanship is the best in Chunyang Palace.

Most people in the world only hear their names, but do not know their gates. They are secrets in the world that are comparable to those in the world.

Master Fu is the lord of Zhengqi Mountain Villa, and has heard of Wuliang Temple. These two martial arts secret realms that were rumored by the public have emerged in many innate masters, and it is even rumored that there are masters who have cultivated to the land gods and ascended to the earth.

"This little elder may be a disciple of Wuliang Temple." Taoist Qingsong nodded and replied, his tone was more respectful.

The face of Master Fu suddenly became ugly. Wuliang Temple was more famous than the sky. Even Shaolin Temple, which claimed that all martial arts in the world were from, would have to lose a lot. Whoever could come out of that temple would be a fool, a mediocre person, a thirteen-sided Taibao, an iron cloth shirt, and a golden bell cover. What are these hard skills in the martial arts world?

At present, the little bald elder, who is suspected to be a disciple of Wuliang Temple, is going to interfere. As the owner of the Zhengqi Villa, if he retreats after hearing the news, he will inevitably lose face.

The owner of Fu Zhuang, who was unwilling to accept his wish, thought about it. After thinking about it, he asked, "Can you see this little elder's martial arts skills?"

"It is rumored that Wuliang Temple has an extremely unique skill. After practicing it, it is so strong that it is yang. It cannot penetrate the sword and gun, water and fire, and all laws do not move. It is called Wuliang's golden body." Taoist Master Qingsong replied.

Although Master Qingsong did not directly explain that the bald donkey's martial arts is infinite and golden body, since he said that, the little monk sitting cross-distance and motionless as a mountain may have practiced the infinite and golden body. Moreover, before this, the swordsman Lei Gong's face and the Yishuilou killer had already tested the Sun.

No matter whether the sword was slashed or shot, it was all destroyed, and even the little monk's hair was not injured.

But Master Fu still has questions: "It is not magical to be infiltrated with swords and guns, but water and fire are not invaded and all laws are not moved. Isn't it too false?"

Taoist Master Qingsong shook his head when he heard this and replied, "The sword-controlling technique of Chunyang Palace is a thousand swords. Wuliang Temple is infinite and can't leak golden body. One man is the gate, and ten thousand men cannot open it."

What Master Qingsong said was that if he had insufficient skills and could not break the infinite golden body, no matter how many people there were, it would be useless. But when the young monk sat at the entrance of the temple, he would be a man who could pass away ten thousand men. Even if he had a lot of people and had a lot of power, he would have no help as long as the people were still there.

The owner of the Fu Manor was still unbelievable because he was only about twenty years old. Why did this monk develop such a supreme skill at such a young age?

Taoist Master Qingsong and Master Fu asked questions and answers, but others didn't know about it, but Nie Xiaoqian heard it.

Of course, she felt that if this bald donkey was as magical as the little monk said by Taoist Qingsong, he should have heard it.

Nie Xiaoqian thought, and looked at the little monk with curiosity.

Someone just asked him a mocking question, which great monk gave him this Dharma name?

Others laugh at me for being so crazy, but I laugh at others for being unable to see through.

Nie Xiaoqian believes that "bare donkey" and the serious monk in the temple would give this kind of magic name, probably he had personally raised it.

He is a monk from Wuliang Temple, and he is divided into the Tianshu Sect and Shukuai.

If it was really a self-proclaimed Dharma name, the little monk would indeed be called a sloppy man.

However, Taoist Master Qingsong said that his monk was called bald donkey and a Shukuai Miaoqing monk. Why did he be so arrogant? He called himself the Dharma name Bald donkey?

The very interesting little monk, Nie Xiaoqian thought with interest. If it weren't for too many people, she would have wanted to ask about the little monk's "bald donkey" experience.

Outside the temple, the martial arts heroes laughed and scolded for a long time, and they became tempted. When they turned around, they saw what Master Fu and Taoist Master Qingsong were saying. After saying it for a long time, they saw that the moon shadow moved westward and had no intention of taking action for a long time, and they could not hold back.

He was rebellious and didn't look at Fu Chen, the owner of the righteous villa, and shouted in fear that the world would not be chaotic: "The moon is dark, the wind is high and the murder is high. I thought there would be a big storm tonight, but I never thought that the thunder sounded loudly and the rain was small, which was really regrettable."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd suddenly surging.

"Who is the rat, hiding in the crowd and stumbles?"

"I have the courage to fart, but I don't have the courage to come out and play two moves with me?"

"Are you afraid that I will kill you with one move? Don't worry, I only used half a move."

"If you want to fight with the uncle, you will slaughter the bald donkey who is guarding the door first."

"Rats, come out."

...

Seeing the crowd's feelings surging and out of control, Master Fu walked forward and advised with kind words: "Little Elder, please get out of the way, Mr. Fu will not make things difficult for you."

The young monk seemed to have not heard of it, and just said to himself: "Cihang was originally a boat ferrying people, but the sentient beings did not get on the boat."

"If you want me to get on your boat, I will pick you up first to see if you are qualified."

Just as the owner of the Manor Fu was hesitating and planning how to trick the little monk away, a mighty man rushed up like a big roc spreading his wings and raised his hand to look at the little monk in a distance.

This palm was very strong, as if it was not far away. The person was still three feet away, and the palm wind had already blown the patchwork robe on the little monk's body.

"Good palm technique!"

Wang Lin in the temple could see clearly that the great man's palm was no less powerful than his powerful Vajra Palm, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Wait!" shouted Master Fu.

But the big man's palm had already slapped the little monk's chest, and his palms were as strong as a craze, and they were overlapping and flowing, and even a large stone of hundreds of kilograms would be shaken away. No matter how hard the little monk's hard skills were, he would have caused him to vomit blood and fracture.

"I am still the first to achieve great achievements."

The hand pressed on the little monk's body, and the man's face showed a look of pride.

However, as soon as his proud look was revealed, he felt a wave of overwhelming force aroused from the young monk.

"not good!"

When I was talking, I could only hear a crisp sound. The man's majestic body shook, his right arm burst out one after another, and when the flesh and blood flew, his arm bones penetrated his shoulders.

In amazement, he vomited blood and flew back several feet away at a faster speed than he had been here, rolling a few times on the ground. When he stopped, he had already vented more and less inhaled.
Chapter completed!