My Teacher is Sun Wukong

"That wooden sword... is the town magic sword that Zhang Daolin used in the past!? And that copper coin, it is actually the Huangtongbao!" Seeing the things in the hands of Ma Xiaoling, the owner of the museum next to it shook.

Both of these are all used by Zhang Daoling, a ancestor of the ancestors. To any Taoist cultivator, they are all treasures, and they are all valuable. Xiao Fei thinks it is **** and throws it directly to others!

He hated why he didn't stand up just now, let Xiao Fei give himself to the baby, he is the main owner of the museum, and Zhang Daoling is the founder of his door. Only he did not dare, he felt that he and Xiao Fei did not have a relationship, and not a beauty.

Ma Xiaoling is very happy, with these two treasures. Used to make a money sword, it is much more convenient to catch ghosts later.

"There is still this 钵盂..." Xiao Fei took out Zijin from his arms and looked at it and said: "Although there are some mana, it is also rubbish." Reaching for the blue rain butterfly: "Apprentice, this will give you It is."

Blue Rain Butterfly was in his hand and looked at it and said: "Xiao Mengzhu, you give me this, I don't want to ask for a meal. It is said that you used to be a monk, and it is most suitable for the sake of reincarnation."

"Get it, fly less now and have a net worth of more than 100 million? He, is a rich monk, still need to ask for food?" Chen Mengqi said.

"This magic weapon is the best thing for a ancestor, you don't even have to." Xiao Fei said.

"What the master gave me, how can I not," said the blue rain butterfly, and put it in his pocket. She has already arrived at the second floor of the practice, and with a little feeling, she knows that this is not the same thing.

A group of ancient warriors looked at them and watched them. The one-year-old ancestor is an old cultivator in his 100s. What he brought with him is not the same.

After searching for a ancestor, Xiao Fei went to search for the corpse. Only found a string of sandalwood beads, after looking at it, I wanted to throw it to Chen Mengqi. Suddenly she felt that a girl was not suitable for the Buddha's magic weapon, so she gently tapped her hand, and the string of Buddha's beads became a fly ash.

This scene makes the group of ancient warriors look very distressed and screams.

After doing everything, Xiao Fei stood up, sharp eyes, looking at the gods Taibao Kunlun slave.

Kunlun slaves met, scared and trembled, and hurriedly said: "Xiao Mengzhu, I and the Yuanzu master just took care of them, and they have no collusion." His strength is not as good as one yuan, he must be very afraid of Xiao Fei .

"I didn't ask if you had any collusion with them. What I asked is that today is my day as a martial arts lord. You dare to come late, don't put me in the eye?" Xiao Fei said coldly.

"I am just playing and playing. I am going to see people juggling in the morning..." Kunlun said.

"You a practitioner is actually playing and forgetting the big things. You go to see juggling, why not die?" Xiao Fei said.

"Okay. I am going to die!" Kunlun slave finished, the figure rushed out like the wind, and slammed into a huge bluestone. After falling, the blood was already broken.

A group of ancient warriors met with horror, Xiao Fei told him to die, he really went to die? Xiao Fei is also very depressed. He is just dissatisfied with his approach with the one-yuan ancestor. To talk nonsense, did not really want him to die.

However, everything has a reason, Xiao Fei is now the strength of the big Luo Jinxian. Many times, when he speaks, there are rules and rules.

This person is a second son, but he can cultivate to the same realm as the one-year-old ancestor. If he is allowed to get started, he can still cultivate. It can be seen that whether a person can cultivate immortality is not the only condition.

The most important thing is the heart, the heart is pure.

"Well, you are the same with the martial arts. Now, who else is not convinced that Xiao Fei is the martial arts lord?" At this time, Xiao Xinghua stood up and asked.

"I am willing to honor Xiao Fei as the ally!" The ancient warriors said in unison, the sound of the mountains shouted.

"That's good, now let's see the lord!" Xiao Xinghua said.

"See the lord!" So, Xiao Xinghua took the southern ancient warriors and walked out of the queue. Other ancient warriors also came out and stood under the ring and bowed to Xiao Fei.

Xiao Fei, one person standing on the high platform. Lonely and widowed, the heights are not cold, and they are honored as the martial arts lords.

A seventeen-year-old boy, peerless and independent.

Those beautiful women, blue rain butterfly Chen Mengqi and others, flying camels, flying red towels, including the **** doctor Sai Hua, Yang Qiaoer, have become his men. He respected him and respected his command.

"You don't have to be polite for everyone," Xiao Fei said. When there was nothing to fight for the ally, it really became a ally, but it made him feel a little uncomfortable. But when I am the boss, I will get used to it for a long time.

Then a group of people stood up straight and stared at Xiao Fei together. Looking at their burning eyes, Xiao Fei scratched his hair and didn't know what to do.

"Xiao Mengzhu, you are not, should you tell us a few words?" Seeing Xiao Fei did not speak for a long time, the scene is a bit awkward, Xiao Xinghua said.

"Speech? I don't know the main speech of the League. I didn't prepare the speech beforehand. I used to be the Southern ally and didn't let me speak." Xiao Fei said helplessly.

"Ha ha ha!" The crowd laughed. I feel that this young lord, although terrible to the point of tremor, is a bit naive. It is no wonder that he is too young.

Only the people in the South know that Xiao Fei’s cultural level is actually not high.

"Well, then let me talk about it." Xiao Fei thought about it and said: "You, everyone, martial arts. Today, the sun is shining, it is a good weather, it is the weather of the lord."

"This young master, I became the martial arts lord, so that everyone feels radiant. You are the old man who has been practicing for decades, the old man, of course, there are many beautiful women, and the long is very beautiful, and they look good."

"Although in terms of strength, I am much stronger than you. But in terms of worldly and secular things, this lord is still a newborn calf, and there is not much to know. I want to say that it will help you improve your cultivation. I just said it to those people." Those words are enough for you."

"The theory of a little deeper, you can't understand it. I told you, it's also white, there is an idiom that says good, then... yes, it's a cow playing the piano."

Xiao Fei only learned a semester of knowledge. He had never even been in elementary school before. And it is the first time to speak to others, of course, there is nothing good to say. If you let him speak in classical Chinese, maybe there are still some levels. But in modern society, speech can only speak big vernacular.

When I heard Xiao Fei, the crowd was dumbfounded.

"Flying less, completely exposed his weakness." Blue Rain Butterfly said.

(End of this chapter)