Monkey Sun Is My Younger Brother

"It's not that I look down on you...well, I just look down on you. It's just you mob who want my life. It's a joke."

Many masters of the Six Great Factions were indignant at Jin Si's extremely arrogant attitude.

Everyone clamored to fight Jin Si forever.

Both the old and the new Mingjiao are collectively silent.

No kidding, it's really hard to kill this guy.

"Amitabha, benefactor, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!" An old monk stepped forward and said.

"Old monk, if I want you to kill yourself with a group of monks behind you in exchange for the survival of the other five sects, would you be willing?"

"Amitabha, the donor has fallen into the devil's way."

The old monk jumped to the center of the field, obviously intending to eliminate demons and defend the way.

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In other words, I want to get a wave of prestige first.

Judging by the appearance of Jinsi, no matter it is the old or new Mingjiao, it should be regarded as the number one figure.

This person looks old, but his status must be extraordinary.

If you kill him, your reputation will be gained.

"You say I am a demon, then I will become a Buddha once."

Jin Si's hands are sealed, Mu Dun. Thousands of real hands!

A small Thousand-Handed Buddha appeared in the center of the field.

Although it is a trumpet, it is still ten feet tall.

Everyone was shocked from ear to ear.

It feels like a dream.

Even a group of monks in Shaolin were stunned.

The six factions were in an uproar instantly.

They couldn't believe what their eyes saw.

is this real?

Ten Zhang Thousand Hands Buddha! !

The old monk Kongzhi was the leader of this coalition.

Originally, he came to warm up the scene.

But he never dreamed of it.

What I faced was actually such a situation.

This is different from what I planned.

Jin Si doesn't care whether he follows Kong Zhi's plot or not.

Anyway, he has his own script.

On the top of the Buddha!

In an instant, thousands of palms slapped the old monk together.

There are no old monks left.

"The devil heretics! Don't be fooled by his sorcery, that's not some kind of Buddha."

Kong Xing yelled, leading a group of bald donkeys to rush towards Jinsi.

The six schools have different ideas.

But both the old and the new Mingjiao seem to have seen the result.

Boom boom boom——

On the top of the Buddha!

Thousands of palms fell together again.

Shaolin monks were smashed to pieces.

Jin Si stood on top of the Thousand-Handed Buddha.

"From now on! My Xinming Cult is the martial arts orthodoxy. If anyone calls the Demon Cult again, I will go to your door and set fire!" Jin Si roared: "In addition, from now on, if the leader of the sect orders me, you will be honest with me!" Honestly obey, if I ask you to give people, you will give money, if I ask you to give money, you will give money, if I ask you to kill the Tartars, you will kill the Tartars for me, if you are not satisfied, speak out now.”

"Evil heretics, poor nuns will never..."

boom--

Jin Si gave Miejue Shitai a slap from a distance of more than ten feet away.

All that was left on the ground was a puddle of mud, a huge palm print, and a Yitian sword.

As for the little girls of the Emei School, none of them dared to say anything.

A few others cried in fright.

"The master's miraculous skills are unrivaled, wise and powerful, powerful in all directions, and dominate the martial arts world."

Jin Si looked and found that the person shouting was Zhu Chongba.

This kid has a future, he deserves you to be emperor in the future.

With Zhu Chongba's guidance, the others let go of their old faces, and all shouted slogans.

More people from the old Mingjiao ran to the new Mingjiao.

Many of them are believers.

Now I see Jin Si's methods.

Only when Jinsi is a real god and Buddha came to the world.

Let's not talk about Jin Si's unbelievable combat power.

Let's just talk about this hand, Mudun. There are thousands of real hands.

In this world is already deified enough.

It's almost enough to pretend to be a magic stick.

"Each member of the Six Great Sects buys tickets on a head-by-head basis. Each person counts as ten taels of silver. If the money is not enough, I will go to your sect to collect it in person. For the remaining young monks, go back and tell the old monk to prepare one million taels." After all, Shaolin and I are old acquaintances, if you don't have the money, the catastrophe you escaped two hundred years ago will be paid this time."

When everyone heard the two hundred years in Jin Si's mouth, they couldn't help guessing.

Did Jin Si really live to be two hundred years old?

So it is possible.

Otherwise, how to explain such incredible means.

The remaining few monks in Shaolin trembled.

The abbot of our family asked you to kill him.

Who do you want us to send the letter to?

"Go away after the head is counted, I have to deal with housework." Jin Si waved his hand.

When the Sixth Party came, they were full of power and prestige, as if they were sure of victory.

When I left, I felt disheartened and felt like I owed a debt.

No, it's not the feeling...they're really in debt.

Only then did Jin Si turn to face the disciples of the Old Ming Cult.

"Next, let's continue the topic just now."

The followers of the Old Ming Cult shivered and stood firm on their positions.

But facing Jin Si, he really couldn't beat him.

This is beyond the scope of martial arts, and it has completely reached the point of strange power and chaos.

How to fight this?

"Hey... Hierarch, why don't you give them some time, and let the humble staff be responsible for persuading them." Yin Tianzheng said helplessly.

Many of them were former colleagues who watched them being massacred by Jin Si.

He was also a little unbearable.

The game is now decided.

It is meaningless for the old Mingjiao believers to persist.

It was clear that Jin Si was unstoppable.

Persistence will only increase casualties.

And Jin Si is obviously not the kind of person who will show mercy.

"I'm not very patient."

"One day, the humble job only takes one day."

"One day? It still feels a bit long."

"Master, now there is only one of the Four Heavenly Kings, Beizhi, and Beizhi feels that it is necessary to select three more among them."

"Why do the Four Heavenly Kings have to be four? Your title and position are called the Four Heavenly Kings, isn't it good? Do you have any objections to this title?"

Yin Tianzheng was very confused, whose title was the Four Heavenly Kings?

It affects my character too much.

"The humble job only takes half a day. If you can't persuade them within six hours, the humble job is willing to wait and deal with it."

"That's enough, that's enough, you just have a lot of things to do, you can figure it out." Jin Si waved his hand: "By the way, clean this place, it's really unsanitary."

I took a shower and felt refreshed.

The square is also busy and tidying up.

When Jin Si came to the square again, everyone unconsciously took a few steps back to distance themselves from Jin Si.

But at this moment, a man named disciple hurried to Jin Si again.

"Master, it's not good... People from the Six Great Sects went and returned, and they came back again..."

"What's wrong, it's good, they're here to send money again, what's wrong, come on, come and welcome." Jin Si stretched himself: "I hope you don't do it again, I just took a shower. "

At this time, Yin Tianzheng and others also heard that the Six Great Sects had gone and returned, and immediately came to Jinsi.

"Master, those hypocrites have gone and come back again. I am afraid that the comers are not good. This time, we must give them a good look."

"What a fool, kill them all, who will pay, will you pay?" Jin Si glared at Monk Peng, who was the loudest.