I Can See the Experience Value

The faces of the thirteen great monks were as dark as the bottom of a pot, probably due to some restrictions. Even though they wished they could rush up to the next life and tear He Xiaotian apart, they still had to sit cross-legged on the same spot, chanting scriptures in weird and obscure language.

Liaochen's chest rose and fell, obviously angry. Even if the Great Demon King scolded him ferociously, or sprayed him with blood, he would not become angry.

But instead of yelling, they showed an expression that I admire you very much. You appreciate my hammer! I'm here to brainwash you... Ah, no. They came here specially to convert you.

It's as if friends haven't seen each other for many years, if it weren't for the brothers who came together, they knew each other well. I am afraid that they will also misunderstand the two of them, and there is an inexplicable "entanglement".

"You don't recite the scriptures well, you have nothing to trouble me, why bother?" He Xiaotian's tone didn't look like a caged bird trapped by people, but an attitude of little sheep queuing up to feed the big bad wolf.

The live broadcast that has not been closed, the entire newspaper is full of barrage. Full of ridicule towards Chen's thirteen senior brothers, each one's confidence in the Great Demon King's handling of them and others reached the point of bursting.

There is no way, the surname He has a strong record. Even the elites of great powers like Daxue Mountain and Xianchao, haven't they all fallen into the sand in this world? There are just a few bald gourds who can recite sutras, and they are not easy to catch!

If He Xiaotian had the opportunity to watch his live broadcast now, he might roll his eyes. As expected of the people who are only responsible for eating melons, they scolded Fang Qiu one by one, not much worse than the big keyboard warriors in the central area.

If ordinary people are subjected to such flattery, it is estimated that even if it is a waste snack, they may not be able to produce an illusion that the world is better than me.

Like a Erha who lost his memory, he accidentally got a wolf's notebook, and since then embarked on a road of no return full of thorns and ups and downs.

In fact, the great monks were also terrified when they saw it. A group of them held the relics of the town temple, and for a long time they didn't succeed in transforming He Xiaotian.

"Turn on, wash his whole body, even if he has a great ability, he can't use it." Liao Chen saw that his juniors' "Zen Heart" was a little shaken, and couldn't help but comfort him. In fact, he was also very scared, but he couldn't show it. He could only pretend to be a very confident Yazi, deceive his juniors, and fool himself by the way.

Perhaps it was the name of the senior brother, or the confidence in the Duhua technique, this group of people quickly stabilized their minds, and their eyes were full of firm emotions.

If you don't succeed, you will succeed.

Everyone in the live broadcast room saw He Xiaotian's delay in making a move, and a group of people began to discuss in a hurry, what the devil is going to do.

content?

It's not a good word at all, no matter how abnormal it is. One by one described He Xiaotian as a vicious person who has nothing in the world, and only one out of billions of stars and thousands of years.

The most important thing is that this newspaper in charge of the live broadcast is hanging in front of a monk so as not to die. His eyelids twitched as he watched the perverted behaviors floating across the newspaper in front of him.

After reading the scriptures for so many years, it was the first time I encountered such an evil planner. Coupled with the black mist surrounding He Xiaotian's face, this guy couldn't help it a little bit. Following the perverted words of the melon-eating crowd, he kept overthrowing Chen Xin, and his thoughts gradually changed.

"hiss----"

Probably thinking of something that was hard for him to accept, the monk couldn't help but gasped. As a result, a small portion of the scriptures that were supposed to be good suddenly broke.

Then it led to the disconnection with the other twelve people, which caused the crossing technique to go astray inexplicably. Then, two people in the arena immediately became unhappy.

"?!"

One of them is naturally Liaochen. He glanced at his junior brother and thought to himself that you have recited the Sutra of Duhua for so many years, could it be that you recited it into the stomach of a dog. Otherwise, why would something go wrong halfway?

Did you know it would kill the monk.

"!!!"

As for the other unhappy person, it was He Xiaotian.

I'm following the "washing point", you don't concentrate on being your tool, and you still slack off to strike? I can't lift the knife anymore, or your brother is bald.

The big devil turned his head and stared straight at the great monk who was obviously out of touch with the rest.

"???"

Seeing this, the monk's heart sank suddenly.

Could it be that the Great Demon King is going to kill me as a chicken for the monkey to see?

What followed was the perverted remarks in the live broadcast room, as well as the crashing scenes that I had imagined.

"you......"

"rub!!"

He Xiaotian raised his hand and pointed, and just spit out the word "you". Before he could say the rest, he saw the bald man rushing out with a bang, and the golden scriptures covering the room made way for a very spiritual road.

"boom----"

The next moment the great monk slammed into the wall, and left the twelve senior brothers alone and slipped away ahead of schedule.

The thirteen people in the room, including He Xiaotian, were all dumbfounded, as if they had seen a ghost.

What made people feel even more fucked was that there was an extremely mournful howl from outside the human-shaped cave.

"Help!!"

"???"

I ride a horse!

He Xiaotian's nose is crooked with anger, I haven't done anything yet, you're afraid of shit. And my name is not so famous.

A dignified monk, not weak in cultivation, was so frightened that he ran away in a hurry. Hearing the cries for help beside his ears, isn't this fellow frightened out of his wits?

As for you!

Even more angry and confused than He Xiaotian was the old monk Liaochen, who was completely confused. The form was originally good, and the favorable side was their thirteen brothers.

Why did you quit all of a sudden, and then run away by yourself, leaving the twelve of us here? Besides, junior brother, you are not a fucking thing, leaving a gap for the big devil, wouldn't it make our previous efforts completely in vain?

Liao Chen looked at He Xiaotian who had just raised his arms, and thought in his heart, why didn't I prepare a coffin when I came. It's all right now, I'm afraid I don't even have the thought of being buried in the ground.

With the temper of the Great Demon King, if he and others come to cause trouble for no reason, it is estimated that his ashes will be thrown away.

"Ugh!"

Liaochen stopped chanting and sighed.

Finally, is it still here?

That's all, when he came, he knew that the Great Demon King was not easy to mess with. Who would have thought that his junior brother would be scared out of his wits because of a mere action, and it's okay to let the other party go, at least there is a reason for the accident.

Suddenly, it's just a matter of suffering. If that group of people wanted to rely on them to continue to inquire about the news, they would not die.

Seeing this, the rest of the brothers also stopped chanting one after another. The big brothers have given up on crossing the Great Demon King, so what's the matter with the rest of us continuing to chant sutras!

He Xiaotian: "..."

I don't say anything about leaving one, you can stay, it's just that the "cleaning" is a little slower.

But it's a bit too much to pick all the picks one by one!

"Snapped!"

Liaochen was thinking about how to cover up his mission of waiting for others, so as to save some suffering.

As soon as my head hurt, I took a look, and couldn't help blurting out a sentence.

"Fuck?!"

Why haven't you left yet.

Before he could speak, He Xiaotian angrily grabbed his cassock and lifted it up.

"Chanting!"

The other eleven were bald, and their eyes were dazed when they heard the words.

This is a bullshit!

We will let you go and not run for your life. Instead, it urges us to continue to brainwash you, ah bah! Can monks be called brainwashing? It should be said to be transitional.

"you you......"

Before Liaochen could finish his sentence, He Xiaotian slapped his ears.

"Snapped----"

The crisp sound caused pain in the right cheeks of all who watched.

You kid, this is a deadly move, don't hold back any energy!

"I'll let you chant scriptures."

"Shuzi bullies people too much!"

Liaochen was stunned for a moment, then he immediately reacted, and furiously yelled at He Xiaotian.

"Crackling!!"

After the words fell, Liao Chen immediately followed the path of Jian Lao, Xue Beng and others.

He Xiaotian didn't keep his hand, let alone his affection, and his big ear scraper crackled.

Give you face and call you a tool person, but don't give you face, you are a Jβ.

How strong is he?

At least Liaochen kept struggling when he was slapped, but he didn't break free.

The other eleven great monks were all in a daze, not knowing what to do.

After a while, their senior brother swelled into a pig's head.

"boom!"

He Xiaotian casually threw the dust on the ground and continued.

"Read it to Lao Tzu."

Then he turned his head to look at the other eleven people with a fierce look on his face, what are you waiting for if you don't chant sutras.

Seeing this, Liaochen's juniors shuddered all over.

Afterwards, one by one, he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a relic in his hand and began to chant sutras.

"At that time, the sage made a lot of conveniences to persuade her mother to give birth to the right view, but the mother and daughter did not believe in it all. Soon she died, and the soul god fell into the endless hell. At that time, the Brahman girl, the mother was still alive, and she did not believe in cause and effect. …”

The golden scriptures once again filled the entire room, leaving the crowd watching the live broadcast dumbfounded.

"That's right, a child can be taught." He Xiaotian looked at the upper left corner of his line of sight, nodded and said with an old-school attitude.

Being pumped for a while, my heart is full of sadness.

I have provoked whomever!

Great Demon King, you forced me.

Regardless of the pain on his face, Liao Chen took out a relic with colorful lights from his bosom, it was really beautiful.

This is something given to him by the people behind him, and it can be used to defuse death in case of danger.

I didn't want to use it at first, so I plan to keep this kind of thing.

Now?

The face is slapped, and the blissful world who doesn't save face and is a fart acts as the senior brother of the vanguard army in the central domain?

As soon as the object was taken out, the faint sound of chanting sutras filled the room, instantly suppressing the voices of the eleven great monks.

The peaceful atmosphere pervades the space, as if a Buddha full of great wisdom came here.

But before waiting for Chen to make any movement, a big hand stretched out suddenly.

I picked it up and took it away.

fished away...

fished away...

fish away...

Walk...

up...

..

.

The anger in Liaochen's chest was extinguished by He Xiaotian with a pop. I originally planned to give the big devil a hard time, but I let him take it away with one hand halfway. Is there anyone more unlucky than him in this world?

He always felt that God was playing with him, and at this moment he was full of emotions called remorse. If I had known this earlier, why did I do it in the first place! When you come in, you should take out the relics and use your big move to deal with the opponent.

Why bother to hold back the life-saving hole card that has never been shown in front of the juniors for a long time, and let people take it away with a trick of Haidilaoyue. Now it is like a rootless duckweed, being manipulated at will.

"Snapped!"

Just when Chen Sheng had nothing to love, he was slapped on the forehead again.

"Chanting."

I miss your grandma! !

Liao Chen's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked desperate. After getting up, staring at He Xiaotian sitting cross-legged on the ground, he honestly followed the rhythm of his juniors and began to chant scriptures.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves. I will write down what happened today. Don't let me escape from birth, or I will pay back a hundred times in the future.

If He Xiaotian could hear his heart, he would probably grant his wish. Great monk, you are too naive. The graves of those who offend me, the Great Demon King, are at least three feet high.

You still want to escape?

Wash and sleep, whatever you want in your dream.

"What is this thing?" He Xiaotian asked Liaochen who was chanting sutras, but he was ignored.

"Snapped--"

"What are you going to do?"

Liaochen glared angrily.

"Ask you something!"

"This is the Arhat relic."

The old man endured it, anyway, he is not a person in bliss, in your hands it is just a piece of broken bones, which is of no use.

"Snapped----"

The great monk received another slap on the forehead, which made him extremely painful.

I saw Chen raised his head and looked at him suspiciously with his face swollen into a pig's head.

What are you doing again?

"Chanting!"

"puff--"

It has to be said that He Xiaotian's ability is too strong, Liao Chen didn't come up in one breath, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood when his eyes were dark.

I have never seen such a bullying monk.

For the surname He, they were enemies anyway, and he wouldn't even blink if he slapped him to death.

All along, he personally agrees with one sentence very much.

Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

Therefore, the enemy ≠ people!

It's right to toss to death.

The corners of the mouths of the people in the live broadcast room were twitching. Treating people like this, you might as well kill this bald lady with one knife.

Just when He Xiaotian was about to ask the supernatural beings watching the live broadcast how many spirit crystals this thing was worth, the Arhat relic in his hand suddenly burst into cracks.

"?!"

"Wow--"

Broken.

Immediately afterwards, the room was filled with fragrance, and golden flowers appeared from nothingness.

The golden scriptures in the room disappeared one by one like ice and snow melting.

Ten thousand feet of golden light erupted, shaking people's eyes hard.

A person suddenly emerged from the broken Arhat relic.

No, it's a bald gourd.

Sitting cross-legged in the air, this person has extremely long beard and hair, and looks so benevolent.

The only shortcoming is probably that he is a bit malnourished, and his body under the cassock is as thin as a skinny body, as if he could be blown down by any gust of wind.

"I am..."

Before the old monk who got out of the Arhat's relic finished speaking, He Xiaotian stepped forward and raised his arm high, slapped him down directly.

"Snapped----"

The thin old monk who was sitting upright in mid-air held back the rest of his words, clutching his right face with an expression of what are you doing.

Did I provoke you to provoke you?

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