Chapter 013 Mysterious Carriage

Feng Xiaobing frowned. No one has talked to him like this for a long time. When he first arrived, he didn't know how terrible the white-robed monk was for ordinary practitioners.

His eyebrows were raised, and Feng Xiaobing smiled and said, "It's polite. I don't change my name or change my surname. My surname is Feng Xiaobing. He is known as the jade-faced proud wolf, a handful of snow in the flowers, the unmarried prince charming, and the dream lover of a married young woman. It's me, wow."

The aggressive momentum of Saki's white robe aroused Boss Feng's anger, and his mouth began to run the train.

Saki was stunned, thought for a moment, and asked in surprise, "Feng Mingbing? What a strange surname. Hey, your surname is 'Feng Ming Xiaobing'. What's your name? Where does it come from? You haven't answered my question yet!"

Feng Xiaobing was stunned for a moment, and suddenly hugged his stomach and laughed. Everyone didn't know why. They looked at him strangely. Only Xiaobai understood what was going on and secretly covered his mouth and smiled.

Saki is a little annoyed. Since he came to Nanping Town to serve the church, no one has ever been so rude to himself.

"Hey, boy, do you know who you're talking to? If you don't answer my question immediately, you don't have to answer it," Saki said coldly. The emotion was real fire, and the body began to flash a faint white light.

"Little master, don't laugh." Meng shouted anxiously in Feng Xiaobing's mind, "Little master who will cause trouble, do you know how strong he is? There are 14 levels, and you can't beat him in ten. Oh, I didn't wait for someone to tell you, you just..."

Feng Xiaobing suddenly stopped laughing and couldn't help but be stunned. Why is this guy in a white robe so powerful like a flour mill worker?

"This, I'm sorry, my surname is Feng, my name is Xiaobing, and I'm Feng Xiaobing. Wow, 'Feng Ming Xiaobing', I really have you. Well, I'm from somewhere. It's really hard to say. You don't know." Feng Xiaobing was very restrained in being able to speak like this.

Saki didn't think so. He believed that the white-headed young man didn't know the depth of heaven and dared to make fun of himself.

Without saying a word, Saki came forward casually and grabbed Feng Xiaobing's neckline, hoping to teach him a lesson first.

Feng Xiaobing did not dare to neglect. He leaned a little sideways and put his hand on the other party's wrist like the leader just now. However, this time he knew that the other party was strong and used 90% of his strength to push away the opponent's arm.

Saki smiled at the corners of his mouth, did not dodge, and still grabbed Feng Xiaobing's collar.

Feng Xiaobing's hand successfully grabbed Saki's wrist. He didn't think that a dark force came from the other side's wrist and bounced Feng Xiaobing's hand off.

However, after all, there is no iconic body on Feng Xiaobing, and Saki obviously underestimated Feng Xiaobing's strength. Although Feng Xiaobing's hand was bounced away, Saki's arm was also slightly pushed away. He did not catch Feng Xiaobing's neckline, but it turned into a slap in time and hit Feng Xiaobing's shoulder.

"Ka~", with a slight crisp sound, he scratched it lightly, and Feng Xiaobing's hit shoulder produced a slight misalignment.

Although the voice is low, the people around them heard it clearly. They all changed their faces. Silver-level practitioners are really too powerful for them.

"It's really strong", Feng Xiaobing couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring. He almost did his best, but he still couldn't resist the other party's random blow.

However, Feng Xiaobing, who suffered a loss, was forced out of the hooliganically fiercely at the right time. He pinched his left hand on his injured right shoulder, "Ka-" and recovered the misplaced shoulder bone. He slowly pulled out the watermelon knife behind him and stared at the white robe Saki in front of him.

Saki was also a little surprised at this time. This boy did not stimulate the body light, but he could destroy his attack with the power of the body alone. Although he only used 30% of his strength, he could never be shaken by a person who didn't even have a body light.

One viciously wanted to bite the other party to avenge the injury, and the other was secretly surprised to think about this seemingly impossible event. The two actually stood still and stared at each other.

Others are a little confused, saying that it is possible that this unself-sufficient boy was stunned, but why the powerful white-robed monk is also in a daze.

Although this is the case, everyone agrees that it must be this white-headed boy who is unlucky.

Xiaobai suddenly came up and said to Saki with some fear, "Dear Brother Saki, this is my distant cousin. I just got here yesterday and wanted to come to the Nanping jungle to see the world. It's so offensive. Please forgive him for Xiao Bai's face."

Saki saw Xiaobai, and his expression eased a lot. He said, "It turned out to be your relative. What you made for me last time was very useful. Thank you very much. This time I will forgive his disrespect."

Xiaobai breathed a sigh of relief, but Saki continued to say, "However, there was a murder yesterday evening. Does it have anything to do with you?"

With that, Saki looked at the pistol around Feng Xiaobing's waist. Although the shape and size were different, after careful observation, it was very similar to the material of the big guy found last night. The big guy was also the same boy.

Within't waiting for Xiaobai to speak, Feng Xiaobing said carelessly, "What if I did it? It was their first, and I was self-defense."

Saki smiled and said, "It's nothing. It looks like a fight, but because I found something strange, and that kind of thing is very similar to the one on your waist, so you have to go back to church with us to be asked by Father Rooney."

"Damn it, you can go if you want. Why should I go back with you? I'm sorry, we're still busy and don't have time to meet Father Rooney." Feng Xiaobing still didn't want to be soft.

The atmosphere became tense again, and eight black-robed monks behind Saki also surrounded him. It seemed that none of them were easy to mess with. They were all high-level bronze practitioners.

Xiaobai secretly said that it was not good. He knew how serious the consequences would be if Feng Xiaobing's identity was revealed, so he quickly said, "That thing was made by me, and it has nothing to do with him." Although Xiaobai knew that the powerful machinery would be punished without authorization, he had to carry it first. I guess it was for the church. And those who use value will not receive the most severe punishment.

Saki frowned and said, "I don't know you can make that kind of thing, but Xiaobai, do you know the consequences of manufacturing mechanical tools without permission?" Xiaobai often helps Saki to make some tools and items invented by wise people, and Saki does not reject wise people as much as other church leaders. There are also some people who like this weak and sincere little guy, so they kindly remind them.

Feng Xiaobing felt bad. Xiaobai told him how serious the punishment for making wise people's items without authorization was. He quickly said, "It's not made by Xiaobai. I brought it myself."

Saki no longer paid attention to Xiaobai, who still had to argue, and said to Feng Xiaobing, "So, are you going to fight against the church?"

Xiaobai's tears came out. From the time he remembered, no one who dared to disobey the meaning of the church could be safe and sound. Saki said that if Feng Xiaobing resisted again, it would be very possible to kill him on the spot.

"Well, I don't think the church is a big deal. In addition to bully the less and bully the weak, it has no ability." Feng Xiaobing looked recklessly, but he had to squeeze the other party with words. As long as the other party does not besiege or Saki doesn't take action, there is still hope to run if he can't beat him.

Saki smiled. Now he appreciates this young man who doesn't know the depth of heaven and earth. After all, no one has dared to challenge the authority of the church like this for many years, and such a life is also very boring.

"Okay, then we won't bully the weak, and we won't bully you more," Saki said with a smile, and then casually pointed to a black-robed monk and said, "As long as you can defeat him, I will take it as if this has not happened and won't cause you any trouble again."

The monk in black came forward. He was not tall, but he was a sportsman. When he stood there, the dark green body flashed. There were a few people around for a while. This is an eighth-level bronze repairer.

Feng Xiaobing breathed a sigh of relief. Although this person's behavior also shows strong strength, fortunately, he is not a monk with a headache. His strength is also equivalent to a level 7 and close to level 8, and he may not lose in the first battle.

"Master, this person is stronger than you, and the body protection energy defense is very good. You absolutely have no chance to use weapons with empty hands," Meng reminded with some worry.

Feng Xiaobing nodded, pulled out a knife flower and said, "I'm used to using knives. We have all tried with weapons."

Unexpectedly, the black-robed monk smiled contemptuously and had no intention of taking out the weapon, and Saki also didn't hear it, as if he thought that there was no need to use the weapon at all.

Feng Xiaobing, who was despised, said angrily, "Damn, you looked down on me like this. You asked for it."

After saying that, Feng Xiaobing was not polite. He rushed forward with an arrow step, and the black watermelon knife swept out a shadow and cut into the ribs of the other party.

Saki was even more surprised. He didn't expect Feng Xiaobing's movements to be so fast, which was not the speed that ordinary human beings without a body could achieve, but this was still not enough.

Sure enough, the black robe did not panic. At the moment of the knife wind and the body, he shook his body and flashed to Feng Xiaobing's side, and the speed was faster than Feng Xiaobing.

This is an agile eight-level bronze repairer, and his speed is his specialty.

There was a flower in front of Feng Xiaobing. The speed of the other party was obviously beyond his expectation. The right rib tightened, and a strong force came, and Feng Xiaobing flew sideways and fell out.

"Puff~", a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth. Feng Xiaobing climbed up from the ground with difficulty, and several ribs should have lacerations.

Xiaobai exclaimed, tears flashed in his eyes, and the people around him also shook their heads one after another. The strength gap was there. It was impossible for Feng Xiaobing to win.

However, they don't know that the super recovery ability is also the specialty of zombies. During a few breaths, the injury is very serious for humans but not for zombies is much better.

With a big shout, Feng Xiaobing rushed up again. This time, he understood that the other party's specialty was speed, and his strength was not stronger than his own. Feng Xiaobing began to fight steadily.

The two fought together, and the more everyone looked at it, the more surprised they became. Unexpectedly, Feng Xiaobing, who had just been injured by a move, actually fought evenly with the black-robed monk.

At the gate of the pub is the main street of the town. It is a good time in the morning, and there are not many pedestrians. At this time, most of them gather to watch the bustle and block the street tightly. It is not common for high-level bronze practitioners to fight. You know, the eighth-level bronze is already a master. People with poor qualifications may not be able to reach this height in their lifetime. However, what is more attractive to everyone is that the incomprehable people who play with the eighth-level bronze do not have a physical light, but it is completely a physical practice, which is really amazing.

At this time, a tight four-wheeled carriage covered by the black velvet curtain inside slowly came over. The driver was an old man who saw that the road was blocked and stopped helplessly. Then, the old man in the car was also attracted by Bidou and was not in a hurry. He also looked at it with interest.

"Seven old, what's the matter? Why did you stop?" A very beautiful voice came from the car, like a yellow warbler and a jade spring tinkling, which seemed to have magic in the ears, which made people obsessed. However, the voice was very low and did not attract the attention of others.

The old man smeared his white beard and smiled, "It's interesting that a young man without body light is actually comparing with an eight-level brass agile body, and it's a little interesting."

The people in the car were also interested. They quietly raised a little curtain and secretly looked at the field. The car was high, and they could just see the two people fighting.

At this time, the onlookers exclaimed that there was obviously a change in the field.

"Ah~", there was also an exclamation in the car, but it was overwhelmed by the exclamation of everyone.