Chapter 91 Beauty and Monk

Thousands of Foshan, halfway up the mountain.

After leaving Huangshi Town, Qin Feng, Pang Hongjun, Luo Qiushui and other five people embarked on the road to Bodhi Temple. In fact, with the strength and foot strength of Qin Feng's five people, they can climb to the top of Qianfo Mountain and reach Bodhi Temple within an hour. But the key is that none of these five Qin Feng have been to Qianfoshan. And Bodhi Temple, when these five people set foot on Qianfo Mountain, they were completely attracted by the pleasant scene of Qianfo Mountain!

So, Qin Feng and his party of five completely threw away the "two martial arts" and completely watched the beautiful scenery among the magnificent peaks of Qianfo Mountain. At dusk, the five people had just arrived halfway up the mountainside of Qianfo Mountain!

The soft sunset exudes warm light, evenly sprinkled in every corner of Qianfo Mountain. The sunset glow that seems to be burned by fire reveals an endless blush, making the whole Qianfo Mountain covered with a layer of soft red clothes.

"Look! There is another Buddha statue!" Mu Qiongling is like a cheerful bird, completely unloading the pressure brought by Yun Tianhai and restoring the youth and vitality she should have at her age.

Mu Qiongling pointed to the Buddha statue covered by the sunset not far away and exclaimed, "Oh my God! It's really different from the Buddha statue we saw before! Little bad guy, how many is this?

"Hmm...325!" Pang Hongjun rubbed his chin and thought for a while before reporting an accurate number.

When Pang Hongjun reported this accurate number, Qin Feng and Luo Qiushui both looked at the careless and unscrupulous Pang Hongjun with a shocked face. Wouldn't this guy's memory be so good? It must be made up!

When Qin Feng and Luo Qiushui were skeptical of Pang Hongjun's number, Zeng Li laughed boldly, "Brother Pang's memory is still so good! I have been secretly remembering these Buddha statues along the way, but I only remember more than 310!"

It seems that... Zeng Li has no doubt about Pang Hongjun's memory, and Mu Qiongling believes in Pang Hongjun's appearance?

Involutably, Qin Feng and Luo Qiushui looked at each other, and both of them saw an inexplicable shock from each other's eyes. Isn't this memory too horrible?

"Haha...325, we have only walked halfway up the mountain. It seems that there are really a thousand Buddha statues on Qianfo Mountain!" Mu Qiongling laughed happily and kept looking in the direction of the Bodhi Temple, which seemed to be in the clouds. Her eyes were full of endless yearning, "I really want to see the Bodhi Temple!"

"I said, Miss Mu, you are so cute!"

Pang Hongjun didn't know when he had squatted on the ground and looked at Mu Qiongling with a bad smile on his face. Mu Qiongling was suddenly blushed by Pang Hongjun's mindless words, stamped her feet fiercely, and turned around and ran to the mountain.

Looking at Mu Qiongling's escape-like footsteps, everyone laughed. I'm afraid only Pang Hongjun's young master can make Mu Qiongling suffer! By the way, is there anyone who can't kill the huge young master?

Before the laughter of the crowd ended, Mu Qiongling, not far away, suddenly squatted under a huge tree, and then waved to the crowd to signal everyone to pass.

Qin Feng and others were slightly stunned, and then the four people gently flashed in the direction of Mu Qiongling. When they came to Mu Qiongling's side, they also squatted under the huge tree like Mu Qiongling and looked forward with Mu Qiongling's eyes. Go to...

In an open space not far from Qin Feng's five people, a beautiful old woman in black holds a blood-red long gun. Her graceful body stands proudly in the middle of the open space. The cold breath is like a plum blossom open in the cold winter. Although it is beautiful, it is full of cold snow, which is impressive. And fear.

This girl in black... Why is Qin Feng becoming more and more familiar?

"Hey... everyone, this is not the fierce woman we met in Ni Junshan, Zhuge Wenxi!" Pang Hongjun lowered his voice and said to several people around him.

Except for Luo Qiushui, all the people present recognized Zhuge Wenxi, and Qin Feng also fought with this iceberg beauty. Qin Feng sincerely admired Zhuge Wenxi's strength!

When it comes to Zhuge Wenxi, everyone can't help thinking of the scene of Pang Hongjun being chased by others in Ni Junshan. For a moment, Qin Feng, Mu Qiongling and Zeng Li all covered their mouths and laughed softly.

Pang Hongjun doesn't care. Who made his strength not as good as others at the beginning? However, after everyone laughed, they stopped and turned their eyes to the front, while a small monk stood opposite Zhuge Wenxi.

In front of Zhuge Wenxi, a young monk dressed in coarse cloth, about the same age as Qin Feng, was squatting on the ground and constantly stabbing a small pile of black sand on the ground with his fingers. He seemed that he didn't care about Zhuge Wenxi, the beautiful girl in front of him. He simply regarded beauty as nothing!

"Fight with me!"

Zhuge Wenxi's words were still so cold that she gently picked up the blood-red long gun in her hand, and the sharp tip of the gun seemed to shine with a layer of blood, pointing directly to the little monk squatting opposite her.

"Amitabha... This girl's benefactor, the elder brother has taught the poor monk that peace should be the most important in everything. Although you are a ghost warrior, you have a kind heart, and the poor monk will not fight with you!"

The little monk continued to poke the sand on the ground with one hand and made a finger to recite Buddha with the other hand, and said to Zhuge Wenxi without raising his head.

Girl benefactor? This title is really unique. It's really unique!

Sure enough, after hearing the name, Qin Feng and the five people hiding under the tree all suppressed their smiles, but Pang Hongjun did not have such good endurance. At present, they laughed, and the laughter of the young master Pang immediately attracted the eyes of Zhuge Wenxi and the little monk in cloth.

The little monk in cloth is fine. He doesn't know Qin Feng at all. He only regarded him as a tourist who came to Qianfoshan for sightseeing. However, when Zhuge Wenxi saw Pang Hongjun and Qin Feng, his spiritual eyes immediately flashed a trace of surprise!

When Pang Hongjun saw that Zhuge Wenxi found himself, he simply stopped hiding. When he came out from behind the tree generously, he nodded to Zhuge Wenxi with a smile and said, "I haven't seen you for many days. Miss Zhuge is still elegant, beautiful and touching!"

Behind Pang Hongjun, Qin Feng and four others also came out from behind the tree one by one, and several people who had seen Zhuge Wenxi showed their foreheads to Zhuge Wenxi.

However, Zhuge Wenxi completely blocked Pang Hongjun's words and directly locked his eyes on Qin Feng's body. A strong sense of fighting spirit suddenly burst out in his beautiful eyes and said coldly to Qin Feng, "You're here too! Are you here to participate in the 'two martial arts'?

Qin Feng nodded undeniably and smiled at Zhuge Wenxi, "Is Miss Zhuge also here to participate in the 'two martial arts'?"

"Of course!" Zhuge Wenxi said, "It is my purpose to fight with the strong young people in the world!"

"I'm the same, hehe!" Qin Fengdao.

I don't know why, Qin Feng always has a strange feeling for Zhuge Wenxi, but I can't say what it feels like. Is it a kind of déjà vu? Or far and near? Or is it destined?

In fact, not only Qin Feng has this feeling, but Zhuge Wenxi also has this feeling about Qin Feng. Otherwise, why did Zhuge Wenxi only talk to Qin Feng among the crowd?

On the other side, Pang Hongjun saw that Zhuge Wenxi simply ignored himself, so he did not touch the soft nail, but simply went to chat with the little monk who had the same hobbies as him. As for Pang Hongjun and the little monk's same hobbies... squatting!

"What is this brother stabing? So concented?"

Pang Hongjun squatted opposite the little monk with a smile, staring at the black sand pile in front of the little monk without blinking, and asked puzzledly.

The little monk raised his head and looked at Pang Hongjun's golden knife. He squatted with great momentum and couldn't help laughing, "Amitabha! The donor is really elegant and has the same hobbies as the poor monk, which is rare!"

After a pause, the little monk continued: "The poor monk is stabing the sand. Why don't the donor come and try it?"

"So good!"

Pang Hongjun stretched out two fingers with a smile and stabbed into the pile of black sand in front of him...

Suddenly, when Pang Hongjun's two fingers pierced into the pile of black sand, his face immediately became extremely ugly and asked the little monk helplessly, "Brother... What kind of sand are you..."

"Hehe! The iron sand made of black iron is very strong!" The little monk showed a pure smile, and it seemed that he did not have the intention to fix Pang Hongjun.

Xuan iron... ground iron sand?

A drop of cold sweat suddenly flowed down Pang Hongjun's forehead. What is Xuantie? Pang Hongjun knows very well, but the texture is a harder material than the tungsten steel sword in Qin Feng's hand. How can this little monk play with Xuantie iron sand with his fingers? Oh my God! Who the hell is this little monk?

After seeing Pang Hongjun's crying and laughing expression, Qin Feng and others immediately gathered here. Everyone's faces showed a eager expression, wanting to see what iron sand that could make Pang Hongjun eat!

The first attempt was Qin Feng. Qin Feng calmed down, and his two fingers were together, even turning fiercely towards the iron sand on the ground... At this moment, a different tingling suddenly hit Qin Feng's fingers, which was an extremely astringent sense of friction, as if every fine sand was tearing every inch of skin and every nerve on Qin Feng's hand. General.

However, not to mention that Qin Feng is now a master of the soul realm, take his super perverted constitution after practicing the Star Bow Sword Secret. This degree of friction is not enough for him.

But who is this little monk...? How can it be so fierce? Playing with this Xuantie iron sand without changing the color of the face?