Conquer a Mountain And Become The Great King Chapter 827: Bald donkey, who allowed you to go?

The genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Top Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! The fire stick flew out and headed towards Huiming in full view.

It was about to fall into Huiming's hands. Suddenly, a small hand sprang out of nowhere, and casually grasped the fire stick in the void, and then held it in front of him.

"Monk, it's wrong to **** someone else's things." Gan Bao's eyes are sparsely sleepy, his whole body looks harmless to humans and animals, and he returns the fire stick to Fenglingzhu. "Also, don't be in the library. Trouble at the door."

"Are you the owner of the museum?" Huiming looked at Gan Bao, "Please return the Buddhist scriptures. In addition, this is a monster. Please don't make mistakes!"

"I am... the book, uh, the administrator." Gan Bao thought for a moment before he said, "Monk, you can go."

"Stubbornly stubborn, it seems that the donor is also deeply rooted in the devil."

Hui Ming recites the Buddha's name, and the Buddha behind him becomes more solid. He waved his palms, and the Buddha's light was shining brightly.

On the random side of Gan Bao's body, he escaped the attack of Buddha's light, frowned slightly, and stepped on the ground. With a leap, he appeared behind Huiming and attacked with his fist.

Her attack did not have the slightest amount of spiritual power, like a punch from an ordinary person, but the pressure on people was great, and there was a feeling of falling apart.

Huiming only felt his heart beating, his brows and eyes raised straight, "Buddha is golden!"

The phantom of the Buddha behind him shook suddenly, and then merged with Huiming, making his whole body still coated with a layer of gold, majestic, and shook his right hand violently, like thunder and lightning.

"Fu Moquan!"

Boom!

When the two fists touched, Gan Bao's complexion did not change much. He did not move even when he moved. On the contrary, Huiming only felt his palms numb, as if he had lost consciousness, kicked and stepped back. Step, looking at Gan Bao as if looking at a Martian.

"Great monk, are you going?" Gan Bao stopped where he was and continued to ask.

"Amitabha."

He was shocked in his heart, but his face was pretending to be calm, "The donor's shot is so cruel, then you can't blame the poor monk."

As soon as the voice fell, the robes on his body swayed without wind, the whole person was a little bulging, and his hands waved the fast knot marks, and finally made a gesture of the Buddha to draw flowers, and slapped Gan Bao.

Suddenly, a strong golden light pierced out, and a huge "swastika" flew out.

Dropping the mark of devil!

The Buddha Yin is so powerful that he whizzes in with the sound of breaking through the sky.

However, in the eyes of everyone, Gan Bao's face remained calm. When the Buddha seal was about to reach him, he just waved his right hand. Immediately, a silver light flashed, and the Buddha seal was cut in half like tofu. , Disappeared between heaven and earth.

Looking more closely, Gan Bao's right hand is actually holding a short rectangular knife, which is undoubtedly a kitchen knife.

His!

Everyone took a breath and was surprised.

Chopping the Buddha seal with a kitchen knife is really unacceptable.

"Okay, so amazing, who is that woman, why is she not powerful, but she has such a strong strength, this is unscientific!" Everyone looked at Gan Bao and couldn't help swallowing.

Gum Bao’s strength has already been demonstrated last time, but because the opponent is too weak and unintuitive, it is amazing again at this time.

Huiming's face was solemn, and the palm of his right hand turned over, the wind seemed to stop in his palm, and the world began to appear.

His palm seems to have become infinite, and when viewed by outsiders, it covers Gan Bao entirely.

From Gan Bao’s perspective, Huiming’s figure became extremely large, as if standing in the clouds, with fat head and big ears, and he actually appeared on his palm. Shocking and seemingly boundless.

"Amitabha."

Huiming's voice is thick and deep, and it is overwhelming, echoing in the void for a long time, "Please also return the Buddhist scriptures of the temple."

He can see that Gan Bao has no spiritual power. Although he does not know why he has such a strong strength, he has absolutely no cultivation of the original world. In other words, in his palm, Gan Bao has no spiritual power. Method.

"It is rumored that the Buddha in the palm of the country can contain the world and compare sentient beings to grains of sand. It is indeed well-deserved at first sight today."

"This is too strong, it can shrink people so small, is it real or an illusion?"

"Buddhism is in the palm of your hand, and a country is in the palm of your hand. This country has no borders, and the girl cannot break free!"

"I heard that because the monks of Leiyin Temple wanted to cultivate the Buddha Kingdom in their palms, they would temper their palms from an early age, and even worship in front of the Buddha, soaking them with special liquid medicine, making their palms indestructible for many years. The world of origin must be firmer!"

……

There are different opinions, one by one, the more they speak, the more they are in awe, and the eyes that look at Gan Bao are full of sympathy.

"Your Buddhist scriptures, we don't have them." Gan Bao said calmly, looking around, as if looking for an exit.

"Since the donor does not admit it, then I can only bother to stay in my buddha country for a while." Huiming was sure of the victory, and at this time did not forget to pretend to say: "Don't worry, the poor monk asks the female donor to go to Lei As a guest of Yinsi~IndoMTL.com~, we must treat you like a VIP."

As if he hadn't heard him, Gan Bao looked around for a while, then looked at the fat palm under his feet, the kitchen knife in his hand turned slightly, and then slowly lifted it and pierced it straight down.

Puff!

It went well, the kitchen knife disappeared.

The audience is silent.

Everyone was stunned, looking at Gan Bao in a daze, as if there was no way to believe the facts in front of them.

"Then what, stabbed... stabbed in?"

"Is it wrong? I stabbed the Buddha in the palm of my hand with a casual knife?!"

"Really? Who said that the Buddha in the palm of the hand is so powerful and unbreakable?"

……

The face slapped so suddenly, suddenly everyone opened their mouths slightly, dumbfounded.

Hui Ming was also stunned on the spot, his astonishment far surpassed everyone present, and even the pain in his palm was forgotten.

Gan Bao pulled out the kitchen knife, and blood burst out like a fountain of blood.

"Huh?" She frowned slightly, "Have you not gone out yet?"

Then **** a few more times.

Puff puff puff!

It was another three consecutive knives, which seemed particularly harsh in this quiet atmosphere, and every sound made everyone's hearts tremble a few times.

With such a huge palm, there is naturally a lot of blood in it. Looking at the red fountains, everyone felt pain for Huiming.

Seeing Gan Bao raising his hand to continue stabs, Huiming aroused him, immediately retracted his palms and folded his hands together, "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, who can do nothing? I will spare the female donor for the time being today, and please turn back as soon as possible. ."

Up to this time, he resisted the pain, and pretended to be a master monk, as if he had let go of Gan Bao.

As soon as the voice fell, he turned around and left without stopping.

"Bald donkey, who allowed you to go?"...