Fix your sister's fairy

"Little fat man......" The bald monk stared at the yellow fat man and gritted his teeth, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he really looked like a King Kong.

The fat man was naturally frightened, he felt that he was not enough to drink and eat in front of this monk, so he hurriedly said, "Don't! Buddha don't be angry!

"You asked me if I was a monk and didn't kill. The bald monk stared at the little fat man with bared teeth and said with a cruel smile, "Lao Tzu can kill the stinky monk of the whole temple, do you say that I kill life? dare to say that Lao Tzu is bald? Haha, see if Lao Tzu doesn't burn all the hair on your body and eat you as a snack!"

The next moment, the bald monk's body began to glow with a golden red light, and the King Kong tattoo behind him was as if he had come to life, and the fiery red light surrounded the bald monk with a scorching temperature.

"Bald head kills people!!" The fat yellow man screamed and ran backwards, "Bald donkey, bald head, pebbles, bald head, no Amitabha Buddha!"

The yellow fat man's ghost scream is like holding a knife to poke the self-esteem of the bald monk, the bald monk's shining bald head burst out of a few green tendons, and a string of blood-red Buddha beads was pulled out by him from the gold leaf pinned to his waist, and the blood-colored Buddha beads are not like the sandalwood agarwood in the authentic Buddhism and Taoism, but reveals the smell of blood everywhere.

"This is a traitorous monk, a monk who defected to Buddhism and committed the eight precepts. Mo Luoxue stroked the green silk hanging on her shoulders and groaned.

"Bajie, I only know Zhu Bajie......" Mo Yi muttered, he looked at the yellow fat man who was crying and shouting his mother and didn't forget to curse the bald monk.

"1. Don't kill, 2. Don't steal, 3. Don't commit adultery, 4. Don't lie, 5. Don't drink alcohol, 6. Don't sit on a high bed, 7. Don't wear flowers, 8. Don't practice singing, dancing and playing. Mo Luoxue said with a slight recollection.

"Female scholar, it's better for Xiaosheng to sigh to herself, is the donor going to be a nun at home? Mo Yi complained and teased at the same time.

"When you were asked to go to a private school, you spent all day drinking, but now your vision is limited, isn't it?" Mo Luoxue looked at the venue expressionlessly, Mo Yiyan on the side smiled and touched the back of his head, and Fang Xia looked at this pair of strange brothers and sisters sideways.

Besides, in the field, the bald monk was dripping with blood at this time, and the Buddha beads in his hand were scarlet, and the tip of his nose shook and there was a roar, and a blood-colored light with a swastika suppressed the yellow fat man.

"It's really!" The yellow fat man slipped forward at a high speed, and the speed was so fast that he directly dodged the swastika, and the blood-colored swastika made a deep swastika mark on the ground, and there were still burning marks on the soil.

"Got out of the way. The bald monk was slightly startled, Mo Yi was also slightly surprised, the speed of the yellow fat man really stunned him, and he took a cursory look at the speed of the yellow fat man's movement almost half of him. Don't underestimate only half of it, Mo Yi is a person with Kunpeng wings, and he can't keep up with his speed when he is idle and vast!

"His feet. Mo Yi suddenly said loudly.

"Feet?" Mo Luoxue looked at Mo Luoxue's line of sight, and ordinary eyes could only see the bald monk in the field frantically picking up Buddha beads, and a pale yellow light broke in the limited space in the field.

Mo Yi has the eyes of Kunpeng, and the speed of the yellow fat man is no different from slow motion for him, he stared at the feet of the yellow fat man with a sudden expression of realization, "His shoes are magic weapons, and the grade is not low......"

"It's just high-grade garbage. Mo Yi's bloody sword said lazily, "Didn't you notice? That little fat man was covered with magic weapons all over his body, from the bun on his head to his clothes and shoes, everything was a magic weapon that was not lower than the middle grade of the Xuan level. "

"Poof......" Mo Yi sprayed directly, he subconsciously thought of Huang Fatzi's cheap master Duobao Daoren, worthy of being a super monk in the phaseless period, the magic weapon is like playing with his own apprentice, and his own master ......

Mo Yi subconsciously glanced at the black wooden stick in the Dongtian Xuan Ring with a gloomy expression, the god-killing Cheng Jingyu......

At this time, the bald monk in the field saw that he couldn't touch the yellow fat man, he roared violently, this roar was not vented because of anger, but from the Buddhist profound Buddhism "King Kong Angry Lion Roar", all the mana in the body was transported to the lungs, and the whole body was circulating with every pore to make a sound, and the sound of the roar was enough to stun all the creatures around.

And the yellow fat man was naturally not spared, telling him that he was moving and the whole person fell to the ground directly with a dog eating, and the bald man laughed arrogantly, and lifted the giant Buddha bead in his hand to the yellow fat man.

The yellow fat man was still dizzy, the Buddha bead hit his abdomen violently, the earth centered on him was crushed and sunk by the huge force, the smoke and dust rose and several meters of rubble splashed, and the bald man laughed wildly and lifted the Buddha bead, "I don't know what to do with the fat man." "

"Wow...... This magic weapon is really not covered. Mo Yi, who was outside the venue, looked at the ground where the smoke was beaten by the bald monk in the field, and his vision directly penetrated the smoke and saw the yellow fat man inside.

Huang Fat Man didn't die of a broken stomach after being beaten, he just rubbed his stomach, his face showed pain, and he didn't even vomit a drop of blood, at this time, his ordinary clothes began to change into a light blue robe tattooed with floating clouds, and the floating clouds on the robe gathered in the abdomen of the Yellow Fat Man, and after being hit by a bald head, he slowly returned to his place.

The fat yellow man slowly took out the ancient bell that he had been cherishing before from the gift ring, he pinned the ancient bell to his waist and coughed twice and stood up.

The smoke slowly fell, and the yellow fat man's safe disregard entered the sight of the bald monk, and the bald monk looked at the yellow fat man incredulously and said, "How can you ......?"

"Haha, you stinky bald donkey turned out to be a useless embroidered pillow, did such a big body grow to a pig?"

"It's filling the other party's anger groove. Mo Yi spit out a groove that no one could understand except himself.

"The ancient bell on the little fat man's waist is a ground-level magic weapon, and this game is already stable, so I don't have to watch it. Bloody Sword yawned and said.

Hearing this, Mo Luoxue paused and said, "The earth-level magic weapon should not be driven by an immortal monk, so what capital does the fat man have to use the earth-level magic weapon? His mana should barely drive the Xuan-level magic weapon is the limit." (of)

"Look at people~" Blood Sword said lazily, "This little fat man has a pure physique problem...... Do you know the affinity of the magic weapon? In fact, every magic weapon will have a little bit of spiritual wisdom when it enters the level, and with spiritual wisdom, it will naturally have disgust, likes and dislikes. And the little fat man's physique will make any magic weapon burst with affinity for him, and with affinity, he naturally doesn't need too much mana to drive it...... The strength of the mana is more or less only used to make the magic weapon identify with the user, and the little fat man's unintentional communication and cooperation with the magic weapon is higher than that of the monk who uses the magic power to drive the magic weapon, so much so that he doesn't know where to go......"

"You monks, there are really very few people who know the magic weapon. The Blood Sword said nonchalantly in a tone similar to a complaint.

"Any magic weapon...... There will also be likes and dislikes? The words of the Blood Sword were directly said to Mo Yi, Mo Luoxue, and Fang Xia, which made the three of them fall into deep thought, as if they had always had the wrong understanding of the magic weapon and how to use it... Zero...

The magic weapon seems to be more than just a magic weapon. _

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