Chapter 7 The fate is the old man

"Oh, little sister, what a coincidence that I met you here."

The young Taoist priest had a bright smile and was kind and amiable, as if he were the brother next door, and the previous ruffian was swept away.

The blue-haired girl frowned, with a pair of cold eyes, and said angrily, "Coincidence? Brother Li, you have too many coincidences.

"Where, where." The young Taoist priest smiled a little weakly.

The blue-haired girl raised her eyebrows, and her crisp voice was eight degrees higher: "It's a coincidence that I came to catch you specially."

"Why did you arrest me?" The young Taoist priest whispered and hid behind the fat man.

"Why did you catch you?" The blue-haired girl sneered, pointed to the two of them overturned a table of leftovers, and asked, "Brother Li, before you go down the mountain, the master asked you to eat vegetarian food. What's wrong with this big fish and meat on this table?"

The young Taoist priest turned his eyes, pointed to the fat man in front of him, and said, "It's all the food of Wuchen. Brother, I don't have any meat. Well, I came here first to overturn the wine and vegetables in order to educate Wuchen."

The fat man was stunned. He pointed to the young Taoist priest and didn't say anything for a long time.

It turned out that I had eaten too much meat before, and the oil was surging under the rage, blocking the trachea.

The young Taoist priest took advantage of the situation and whispered to the fat man: "Wuchen, you are too self-loving. Taoism is above the top. How can a monk be greedy for this meat and fishy thing? You know, this is all the ** of the world, it is a karma."

The fat man's face turned red, but his throat was full of oil and water. He stamped his feet fiercely, rushed up the qi and blood, and melted the greasy ball. Just as he was about to refute, the young Taoist priest leaned over and whispered, "Take the blame for me. I'll give you fifty taels of silver when I go back."

The fat man opened his eyes angrily and poked the young Taoist priest's waist with a finger upright.

The latter immediately met and gritted his teeth and said with hatred, "The fat thief, that's a hundred taels."

Only then did the fat man show a comfortable smile. He raised the dust in his hand and bowed his head to repent: "Thank you, brother, for your point. You know it's wrong."

The blue-haired girl watched the two of them act coldly. When the fat man finished his words, she took out a gold ingot from his pocket. It seemed to be five taels. She frowned and asked, "Brother Wuchen, I have five taels of gold here, which is worth one hundred and twenty taels of silver. Tell me, what is the truth?"

The fat man's eyes suddenly glowed. The young Taoist priest secretly said that he was going to suffer and was about to stop him. The fat man had already shaken things out like a cannon.

"Little sister, it's all unintentional people who forced me to come here. I don't want to eat meat at all." Maybe the fat man felt sorry for the five taels of gold ingots, and added some revelations: "This guy didn't want to eat well and live well all the way. It's all high-end goods, which is not in line with the lesson that the master asked us to be diligent and thrifty before going down the mountain."

The young morale's teeth are itchy. I wish I could unload the treacherous fat man into eight pieces and stewed it to steam the dog.

"Unintentional brother, how do you explain it?" The blue-haired girl asked with slanted eyes.

Unintentionally, he risked it and shouted at the fat man: "Fat, you are talking nonsense." The eyes were spinning around, as if they were looking for something.

The blue-haired girl suddenly stood in front of him and opened her face coldly: "Do you want to run away from the window again? Let me tell you, I don't like this."

Unintentionally looking up to the sky and sighing, he stared at the fat man who touched the golden treasure and was ready to be captured.

But after a long time, there was no movement. He turned his head and found that his little sister was staring at a beautiful brunette teenager who was drinking, looking extremely stunned.

He just wanted to go up and ask if he had met a relative, but suddenly he only heard the blue-haired girl shouting, "Wu Pengwei, you bastard!"

The teenager sitting on the wine table was as quiet as water, but said faintly, "Wang Yaner, I haven't seen you for a long time."

I haven't seen him for half a year, and he is getting more and more annoying.

The blue-haired girl opened a pair of beautiful eyes, bit her cherry lips, and stamped her feet fiercely. A red light of qi and blood rose all over her body. The light of qi and blood lingered into silk, like two flames wrapped around her jade palms. The girl shouted proudly, and her whole body rushed to Wu Pengwei like a fire.

Wu Pengwei, who was sitting on the table, his eyes tightened. The wine glass in his hand turned, and a soft white light quickly covered it. He flicked his finger, and the wine glass wrapped in white light shot like a piece of practice, touching Wang Yaner's flame.

"Bum"

There was a loud noise, but Wang Yaner's flame palms were blocked by a cup wrapped in white light, which was evenly divided into autumn colors, and the cup stagnant in the middle of the class suddenly exploded, and the wine splashed Wang Yaner all over, and she was embarrassed.

Wang Yaner was so angry that she wanted to go up and try her best.

A powerful hand pressed on her shoulder. The heartless Taoist priest came from behind her and said with a smile, "Sister, if you have something to do, please do it."

Then, with a cold face, he swept Wu Pengwei's table of four people and asked coldly, "You have offended my little sister, that is, you have offended me, Li Wuxian. I will give you a chance to apologize to my sister and make her happy in a minute. Otherwise, I will let each of you leave an object on your body."

When he didn't want to speak, his voice was low and powerful, like a roaring beast at his head. His eyes were as cold as a knife, and there was no trace of monk's compassion.

"Why should I apologize?"

Wu Pengwei raised his head and met the unintentional sharp eyes, as calm as a pool of autumn water.

The unintentional frown frown, narrowed his eyes, and a cold light passed by.

With a wave of his left hand, the sword elephant that had been placed on the chair and stool in the distance flew into his palm spiritually. He tightened the hilt of the sword, and a soft white luster came from the scabbard.

The white light gradually became cold and hard, and there was a trace of golden light. Later, the white luster mixed with golden light wandered in the unintentional whole body. His robe flew and sounded fiercely, and the white light gathered from the bottom up into a fierce flying eagle image.

When the flying eagle jumped overhead, the empty tables, chairs and dishes on the second floor, which had already been running, were broken one after another, as if they had been smashed by an invisible giant hand. The air flow around it was turbulent, and the open windows kept patting back and forth, like wind and rain.

Wu Pengwei just sat quietly, and his face was still calm, but his dark eyes were getting brighter and brighter, like midnight stars.

A white light rushed up from his feet, and then flowed all over his body, like fine mercury, with cold light.

The violent cyclone and wind reached the first half of Wu Pengwei's body and rolled back one after another, as if it had hit an invisible wall.

The unintentional eyes are getting colder and colder.

The war was on the verge of breaking out. At this time, Wang Yaner said behind his heart, "Brother, I just want to teach him a lesson. Don't do it."

Intentionally frowned, he took a strange look at the little sister behind him, and the power of qi and blood quietly dispersed.

"I can't fight, I can only kill people..."

Intentionally muttered in a low voice, in exchange for the sister's white eyes.

Fortunately, the fat man with Jin Yuanbao in his arms rushed over and patted his chest and said, "How can you use a cow knife to kill a chicken, little sister, let me stand up for you."

The fat man put the ingot in his arms and stamped his foot. The whole ground on the second floor shook, and the floor squirmed like a snake, all the way to Wu Pengwei was.

At this moment, Wang Heng, who had been sitting next to Wu Pengwei, also shouted angrily and flew up. He stepped on the floor where the snake came. A green light flashed on his feet, and the floor immediately cracked silently.

"Elew, master, disciple, come to deal with this guy."

The fat man stared at Wang Heng, threw the dust in his hand aside, rolled up his sleeves, and said loudly, "Bad boy, it's really too much for you to deal with the Taoist master."

Wang Heng also took out a cloth strip from his arms, tied it to the top of his forehead, and replied with a sneer, "Fatty, don't lie on the ground and gasp if you lose later."

The fat man tightened his belt, shouted loudly, and his tongue burst into spring thunder, and he rushed to Wang Heng.

Every time he steps, blue-gray light will burst into the floor, and then the floor will crawl like a snake and rush towards Wang Heng. Once he comes to Wang Heng, without waiting for his reaction, the floor will burst open, and the fierce earthy energy will burst out from it, like a sword. Sharp.

Wang Heng was shocked. He didn't expect the fat man to use the power of qi and blood so cleverly. For a moment, it was full of earthy spirit, and the explosive man's scalp was full.

Before he could change, the fat man rushed forward and rose in the air. His feet brought out the blue-gray light and shadow of the sky in the air.

The mysterious technique of the herringbone earth system - drilling at the foot of the mountain.

Wang Heng was caught off guard. He didn't expect that the other party was good at footwork. In a hurry, he urged the power of qi and blood of his whole body. The green light was great, from the foot ring to his arms, and the herringe wooden mysterious skill - the kapok palms continued to relieve the pressure on his face.

The light and shadow of the two suddenly trembled.

Wang Yaner looked at the two people fighting fiercely in the field, but her beautiful eyes floated to Wu Pengwei not far away from time to time. The latter was sitting safely on the chair and drinking water.

"This bastard, people fight for him, but he is drinking. It's really conscienceless."

Wang Yaner said angrily in her heart. She was so cold that she felt that something was against her. She turned her head and saw that Wu Xin was looking at herself with curious eyes. The meaning of that look was quite profound.

Wang Yaner was confused and quickly talked about a topic: "Brother Wuxin, do you think Brother Wuchen can win?"

Intentional eyes with a smile, he said, "Although the fat man is not angry, his kung fu has passed, especially that his earth skills have reached the eighth level of the high-level samurai, and the guy he fought against is only the fifth level of the wooden middle level, not his opponent."

The two people in the fierce fight gradually separated their advantages and disadvantages. Wang Heng attacked less and defended more. Gradually, he couldn't resist Wuchen's strange leg attack and was about to be defeated.

But at this moment, Wu Pengwei, who had been silent, picked up the wine glass and gently tapped on the table with his fingers.

When the tapping sounded rhythmically, the situation in the field also quietly changed.