Jiayou's Fun

Lu Qian smiled brightly.

He waved to Monk Benxiang, and Monk Benxiang led a group of junior disciples and came to Lu Qian's side.

A pair of eyes nearly as big as a bowl of water stared directly at Lu Qian, whose facial features were lingering in the rays of light. He looked over and over again, his true face solemnly clasping his hands together: "Dare I ask the name of the master? It seems that the disciple has never seen the master?" "

Lu Qian looked at the original monk with a smile.

Tsk, Ah Hu, who works hard to recruit disciples, always chooses this kind of big, burly, and with a hint of gangsterism in his bones. At first glance, he looks like a great monk. If you look closely, he looks more like a monk wearing cassocks. The goods of an old bandit!

This person, if he dresses up a little and goes to block the road, he doesn't even need to shout the famous slogan "I drive this mountain", the passing merchants will obediently empty their pockets and donate money and materials to him!

There is an extremely strange feeling in my heart.

Gee, this can be considered his ‘next generation’, right? Although they are A Hu's apprentices, all the Tiger Masters in Baihu Hall are good brothers who are bound by blood, so they are equivalent to being his own apprentices.

Hey!

Lu Qian raised his hand and touched the big head of the original monk affectionately: "He is a good man, tsk, but this magical power is a bit crude... How did Ahu teach his disciples? In addition to hitting and chopping hard, you What else?"

Ben Xiang and a group of junior disciples widened their eyes at the same time.

He actually didn't have the slightest objection to Lu Qian reaching out and stroking his big head - he felt the closeness, affection, and doting from Lu Qian's body, just like his own grandfather.

This feeling reminds me of a long, long time ago when he was just a gangster on the street who was picking up bags. When the owner caught him and almost beat him to death with a stick, Ahu suddenly fell from the sky and took him in as his disciple. .

At that time, Ahu was stroking his little head so affectionately and intimately.

Ben Xiang's heart felt inexplicably hot, and his originally straight waist bent inexplicably, and he said with a smile to Lu Qian: "Hey, hey, this is what Master taught...well, there are also some Buddha's Light, Buddha's Dharma and so on. , but it’s too trivial, we are too lazy to learn, we can’t learn...”

"Uh, may I ask you your honorable title?" Ben Xiang asked again very carefully.

"Well, let's not talk about it for now, for fear of scaring people away." Lu Qian smiled and made a strange gesture with his hands - his fingers overlapped, making a handprint similar to a tiger's head. This is the gesture used by the tiger men of Baihutang who were still hanging around in the streets of Daoyinhaojing a long time ago. On some special occasions when verbal communication was not convenient, they used the gesture to convey information to each other.

This gesture made by Lu Qian represents the identity of the eldest brother of Baihu Hall!

I don’t know if Ahu and the others have passed down this set of gestures!

Result, okay!

As soon as Lu Qian made this gesture, his true appearance, his original wish, and the 108 great monks in formation all clasped their hands together, and each of them with red-skinned face paid deep respect to Lu Qian and saluted. The heartbeats of these great monks suddenly soared to an astonishing level, as if a group of drunken men were beating war drums crazily in their hearts!

Lu Qian's face twitched.

Ahu really passed on this set of sign language to his own disciples - okay, if you pass on this gangster method to a group of Buddhist disciples, are you opening a temple or a branch of Baihu Hall? Woolen cloth?

A group of great monks stood respectfully behind Lu Qian.

Their eyes were like fire, and they stared at the roaring Yu Guao in front of them with ten percent malice - these great monks were filled with gloating at this moment.

Haha, your emperor of the Shenyin Dynasty and the immediate superiors of the thirty-five kings are back.

The eldest brother of Baihu Hall is back.

The abbot of Qionghua Ancient Temple is back.

You clowns and evil heretics... The true monk couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "The rules of the world, those who break the house and rebel, have three knives and six holes, and insert themselves into the frying pan upside down..."

Yu Guao could no longer care about Lu Yi and these great monks.

His attention, and his whole heart, had been occupied by the fear brought about by the Nine Clans Extermination Formation outside the city.

Why would Yucanglang set up this large formation outside Desert Wind City specifically to massacre the city?

"Dad, what are you doing? What are you doing?" Yu Guao screamed at the top of his lungs.

A stream of light slowly approached from a distance, and the huge golden palace pushed the thick clouds in the sky. The majestic breath turned into substantial wind pressure, making the defense array of Desert Wind City roar.

Yu Cang Lang's Dharma Appearance slowly rose above the Golden Palace. He sat high on the golden throne and said in a cold voice: "What are you doing with the howling ghosts and wolves? If my father wants to do something to you, do you need to make such a big show of it? As a father, I am just taking precautions. That's it...hurry up and complete the final steps, it's just useless, even a group of thieves and monks can't deal with it! What's the use of me wanting you?"

Yu Guao looked at Yu Canglang tremblingly: "Are you just taking precautions?"

He asked cautiously: "Aren't you going to do something to the child?"

Yu Canglang waved his hand impatiently: "I'm going to attack you. Do you have a chance to resist? Do you dare to resist? It's just a matter of one finger to strangle you. Are you worthy of such a big fight?" "

Waving his hand, Yu Canglang said coldly: "Hurry up and complete the last step. If you succeed, there will be no discount on the benefits promised to you. If you fail... you also know my father's temperament!"

Yu Guao blinked his eyes and looked at Yu Canglang pitifully: "Then, the child will continue... However, the child wanted to sacrifice the blood of the people of Hecheng to enhance the power of the Xiaodu Lu Yuan Demon, but was blocked by this The thieves blocked it...Dad, do you see?"

Yu Canglang looked up at the sky helplessly, and murmured: "Trash is trash, but after all, it is my own seed, hey... it must be your mother's bloodline that is so bad that makes you so useless... ...That’s all, just follow the law, these little thieves are bald, I’ll just clean them up for you.”

Yu Guao responded happily, shrunk his head, and got into the defensive formation of the city lord's palace.

Yu Canglang looked at Lu Qian and others coldly: "Oh, I don't know what it means, you... are not here specifically for the plot of the bad old man, are you? What is so great about Mofeng City that it deserves this from you? A bunch of thieves and monks came here to cause trouble?"

The original monk and others all looked at Lu Qian.

Lu Qian turned around and looked at Yucanglang's Dharma image with a smile. Looking at that familiar face, his mind was filled with thousands of thoughts and countless thoughts, which finally turned into a faint sigh: "It's easy to change the heart of the old... ...but...well, I'm just curious about what your nine-son ghost father, Xiaodu Lu Yuanmo, will look like in the end."

"Well, we just bumped into each other, so I wanted to watch the fun."

"The young monk promises that as long as you don't touch a hair of the people in the city, the young monk will let this little Doulu Yuan Demon finally take shape. How about it?"