My Teacher is Sun Wukong

At first they didn't know the zombies, but now they are completely clear. This zombie can interrupt the slate! And the little mage, who was able to fly him with a punch, was even stronger than the zombies!

"Our Chinese martial arts really have such a strong!?"

"Is his fist made of iron?"

"If he goes to the contest, is he not going to be a world champion?"

"You got it, like a high-ranking man like him, you won't go to those worldly games."

The villagers were all talking about it, and they were all shocked by Xiao Fei’s powerful efforts. Now they no longer doubt that the young monk is incapable. They all secretly praised Uncle Wah for his vision and found him such a master.

When Xiao Fei was in battle, it was like a golden body Luohan in the demon slayer, giving people a feeling of trust and heart.

On the war zone. On the surface, Xiao Fei can't beat the zombies and can't hurt it. However, in fact, this zombie has no ability to compete with Xiao Fei. Every time the zombie rushes to him, the little monk is a punch and flies, as if he is playing around!

"This little monk is so powerful!" Lin Xiaowu and Chen Mengqi were also shocked. Yesterday they only saw Xiao Fei using a trick, and today they are finally feasting.

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"You, you should know now, this zombie is not terrible?" Xiao Fei turned his head and said to the blue rain butterfly. "You see, playing him for the teacher is like playing with a joke. Come, you are Try to lick him..."

It turned out that Xiao Fei had not surrendered to the zombies for the time being. He also thought about giving the blue rain butterfly a courage and practicing her, and wanted her to attack the zombies.

"I don't dare!" said the blue rain butterfly. "Don't you see the master? Just now, it has smashed the stone tablet with a paw... How can I live with this small body? And you haven't taught me martial arts yet. I can't beat it."

"Hey, I have forgotten this." Xiao Fei scratched his head and said.

"Hey, I said Xiao Master, you will surrender him first!" The crowd said quickly. "You keep it, we are always scared!"

"Yeah, you have to teach the apprentice, let's talk about it later, and don't worry about it at this time." The villagers were scared at first, but now they can see that Xiao Fei can beat zombies, but he is not afraid, but still worried. The little monk has martial arts and they don't have it.

"Good!" Xiao Fei nodded. The expression suddenly became solemn, and one hand was erected on the chest.

"Dawei Tianlong, Shizun Dizang! Mommy Mommy!"

In Xiao Fei’s mouth, he read the Buddha’s spell like Hong Zhong! The right hand that is erected forms a sword and marks the law, and then points to the zombie!

Hell fire!

Suddenly, a blue faint flame burned to the zombies. This group of flames is the fire flame of the 18th floor of Hell, specifically dealing with the souls of those souls. Even the most powerful souls will be burned clean.

If the flame burns down, the zombies will be burned to ashes. The hellfire was originally designed to deal with the spirit, to burn ‘qi’ but not to burn the real thing. But the body of the zombie has been stained with the soul, so it will also be burned.

"Don't burn with fire, it will destroy the body of the ancestors!" The villagers hurriedly exclaimed. If the bodies are burned to ashes, then their sins can be great. The rural people are very jealous of this, afraid that the bodies of the elders will be burnt. It is in the modern society that the old people are not willing to be cremated when they die, insisting on burial, and that this is the reason for entering the earth.

Well, who is the old man who is an employer? Xiao Fei said in his heart.

"come back!"

Xiao Feijian pointed to the handprint and turned back. Suddenly, the **** fire returned to his side and got into his fingers.

"This is a real spell!?" People were shocked. In the past, they also saw the Taoist priests using fire, but the fire they used seemed to be magic tricks. And the fire used by this little monk seems to be a real spell!

The **** fire was taken back and the zombies escaped. Suddenly launched a madness, suddenly flew to the blue rain butterfly, the blue rain butterfly screamed, and then fled. This time the zombie is far away from her, she already knows to avoid it.

At the same time, Xiao Fei rushed to the zombies, punched the zombie's stomach and directly knocked it down to the ground, but instantly bounced. At this time, Xiao Fei was very depressed. The body of the zombie was not only ruined for thousands of years, but also very strong.

It would be simple to kill it with the celestial technique, but it is difficult to kill it with a simple force.

However, in order to do business well in the future, he had to listen to the opinions of the villagers and keep the bodies of his ancestors. Xiao Fei is thinking about how to deal with it while playing.

Suddenly, one is not paying attention. The Zombies of the Qing Dynasty crossed their arms and actually put a slogan on his robes.

“Is the little monk injured?” the crowd exclaimed.

In the rumor, if someone is bitten by a zombie, he will become a zombie. If the little monk also becomes a zombie, then they are in trouble. The villagers began to regret some of their fears of being victimized.

"Master, are you okay?" Lan Yudie hurriedly asked, and Lin Xiaowu, they also bite their lips and get nervous.

"Reassured, it can't bite me at all." However, Xiao Fei's expression is very relaxed. He has copper and iron bones, and the zombies can't hurt him. And even if he hurts him, he will not be poisoned because he has a world of aura. Even the blue rain butterfly was injured by zombies, and the corpse poison was also resolved by the aura of the body, and it would not become a zombie at all.

When I heard Xiao Fei’s answer, I saw that the place where his clothes were broken did not bleed, and people put their hearts down.

"You are suffering from zombies, you dare to break your grandfather's clothes!" Seeing that his ten-year-old robes were broken, Xiao Fei suddenly became angry, looked up and looked at the zombies, and made a sharp sigh in his eyes. The light.

I saw that he suddenly reached into his ear and glanced at it, and a silver-colored embroidery needle appeared in his hand.

Silver hoop!

Xiao Fei won't care so much. When he gets angry, he will use a silver hoop. Even if the zombie's body would be smashed this time, he wouldn't bother to take care of it. Anyway, it would be difficult to kill him with martial arts.

The silver hoop is constantly spinning in his hands, the speed is getting bigger, the wind is long, and instantly it becomes a huge iron bar of the same size as the bar.

Then a stick of cockroaches smashed down!

"boom!"

After a dull voice, the zombie could not bear the strength of the tens of thousands of pounds, and his feet were deeply immersed in the dirt. And his body was also beaten. A group of corpses fell, and the black, stinky black blood flowed to the ground.