Journey to the West: Beat up Bodhi Patriarch at the beginning!

The colorful phoenix mocked.

The eight immortals retreated a hundred miles away before stopping.

Zhang Guo beat the drum, Cao Guo’s uncle played the board, Han Xiangzi played the flute… Three very different rhythms come together and burst out with amazing power.

However, this is just a prelude, Lan Caihe debuted, a ‘yo yo’, instantly made Sun Wukong realize – this is the only immortal who can take the position of rap mentor in the Westward Journey World.

Not to mention, Lan Cai and rap, mixed with the rhythm, really burst out with amazing power.

The sound wave is like substance, and each wisp has the power to approach the perfection of Taiyi, and it is strangled towards Sun Wukong’s group.

After all, Wu Jiao’s cultivation was shallow, and when he saw this battle, he was stunned.

Even the colorful phoenix somewhat admired the way these idle people from the three realms entertained themselves.

Only Sun Wukong.

Felt they were noisy.

Human aesthetics are not connected! No one can change this, even if they become immortals.

He snorted coldly and landed in the ears of Lan Cai and the four people 4, like a divine thunder explosion, shocking them and almost out of the Yuan God.

One by one, they staggered back, their faces turned pale, the corners of their mouths spilled blood, and they looked at Sun Wukong in shock.

Lu Dongbin’s eyes were solemn, his feeling was not wrong, Sun Wukong was indeed the most dangerous one…! “Strike together!”

Tiezhuo Li also realized the difficulty of Sun Wukong.

With a light drink, the palm crutch instantly extended out a hundred miles and hit Sun Wukong fiercely.

At the same time, Han Zhongli waved his palm banana fan, and a hurricane swept through, I don’t know how much it rolled up… Waves! Just when the immortals thought that Sun Wukong was going to be fanned out of 108,000 li.

Tiezhu Li’s expression froze, as if he had encountered something unthinkable.

The hurricane covering Sun Wukong dissipated, and Sun Wukong was not fanned away, did not even take a step back, and stood firmly in place.

One of his hands was still behind him, and the other was holding the iron cane.

Squeeze gently! This innate middle-grade spirit treasure was directly pinched and twisted and deformed, and even Tie Zhu Li couldn’t recognize it.

Tiezhu Li Hanzhong’s face is ugly! Immediately afterwards, Sun Wukong waved his hand casually, and a storm more terrifying than when the banana fan fanned came, directly blowing the two of them out.

The moment of truth.

Zhang Guo changed his body.

Turned into one… White bats that shade the sky.

Flap the mountain-like giant wings, forming a terrifying storm to compete with the attacks that Sun Wukong casually hit.

For a long time, the storm dissipated! The seven immortals were embarrassed.

The white bat is even more tired and wants to vomit blood! Although it is a flood relic, its bloodline is really average, and now it is Taiyi consummation.

The storm brought by Sun Wukong’s casual wave of his hand is at least close to the level of Da Luo, if it were not for the thick skin and flesh, it would have been blown away! Lu Dongbin’s face became more and more solemn.

The strength that Sun Wukong casually displayed was beyond his imagination, such an opponent, he was not sure of victory.

However, Sun Wukong ignored him and just stared at the white bat: “Boom, what a big bat, what a big pot!” ”

The huge body of the white bat suddenly trembled.

The rest of the Eight Immortals also looked at Sun Wukong in amazement.

He actually wanted to eat bats and didn’t want to live, “Almost enough of playing.” ”

“It’s time to end this farce!”

That’s right, from beginning to end, Sun Wukong was a joking gesture.

The original intention was to see what was so peculiar about the famous Shangdong Eight Immortals in the future.

After some fighting, I basically understood everything.

Although I am ugly, I am gentle.

Han Zhongli, a middle-aged perverted idiot with two buns.

Zhang Guo is old and covered in viruses.

Lu Dongbin, a guy who is obviously very strong, but extremely cautious.

Lan Caihe, a rap lover.

He Xiangu, a white lotus.

Han Xiangzi,.

Uncle Cao is an Allegro performance artist.

Simply put, a bunch of weird! “Farce”

Hearing this, the Eight Immortals’ faces were gloomy, as if they had been greatly humiliated.

Lu Dongbin’s hand on the scabbard finally moved! The sword qi stretches 30,000 li, and a sword light shines cold in Kyushu! Purely in the middle of the Da Luo Realm, Lu Dongbin’s sword was already able to threaten Da Luo Consummation.

The Pure Yang Sword Immortal really lives up to its name! Facing the sword light in the sky, Sun Wukong grabbed it.

It seemed to be fishing for the moon in the water, but he caught Lu Dongbin’s fairy sword with two fingers.

“How come?”

Lu Dongbin’s face changed drastically.

The Eight Immortals and the others had a hellish expression.

Lan Caihe rubbed his eyes even more, wondering if he had seen it wrong.

Great witch this moment.

In the mind of the white bat, a long-ago word suddenly appeared! Only the special bloodline of the Wu Clan can cultivate such a terrifying flesh.

Lu Dongbin tried his best to get the tip of the sword to advance one more point.

But he was shocked to find that those two fingers, like iron tongs, firmly clamped his fairy sword, no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free! “In such a hurry to leave”

Sun Wukong smiled: “As the saying goes, it is not polite to come and go, since you gave the honza a sword, the honza also gave you a small surprise!” ”

For some reason.

After hearing this, Lu Dongbin actually felt a trace of unease and fear.

“Snap!”

A crisp sound.