Chapter 492: It is not me who is wrong, it is this world!
"What happened to the book sergeant brother?"
Defeat the phoenix son: "Eat to support it."
"So, there are some things in the world that can't be eaten indiscriminately." Fish Jiaojia added.
The little monk seemed to understand and did not understand.
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Half an hour later, Song Shuhang opened his eyes in exhaustion, and his eyes were flashing in blue.
It’s hard to turn all the spiritual power in the spirit beast into infuriating.
At this time, his gas sea Dantian and the first dragon tail Dan Tian are all bulging, Ying Ying is rising, and a little more infuriating will have a feeling of explosion.
On the edge of the ‘congenital sacred shape, there is a virtual shadow of a shark-like beast, and the first instinct is shaped with a spiritual pattern.
At the same time, Song Shuhang felt that his eyebrows were rising. That is his spiritual strength, because the reason for the spirit of the beast is also skyrocketing.
Song Shuhang was originally more powerful than the normal two-person monk. Now the spirit of the skyrocketing is even more like a feeling of explosion.
"The mental strength is close to the limit that the body can bear." Song Shuhang muttered.
During the speech, there is a cyan glow in his voice that flashes from time to time. This is a symbol of soaring spirituality and some convergence.
The physical, instinct and spiritual power of the monks are interrelated.
How strong the body and spirit can be accommodated by how strong the body is.
The strength of mental power represents the intensity of manipulation of infuriating. The stronger the mental power, the finer the manipulation of infuriating and spiritual power, and it will not cause unnecessary waste.
Now, because of the recent rapid advancement of Song Shuhang, the instinct and mental strength have reached the limit.
The physique is faintly unable to keep up, dragging the hind legs of his overall cultivation.
In this case, if the ordinary monk knows it, he will envy the hateful ordinary monk. When practicing, step by step, a small realm may take several years to break through.
Their physique is far stronger than the instinct, spiritual power, and spiritual strength of the body. There are not many monks. I will be bothered by the instinct and mental strength.
So... Song Shuhang’s current state can be said to be a happy worry.
Song Shuhang found out a bottle of quenched body fluid, one orally.
Quenching fluid has little effect on his physical strength. However, there is still a lot of inventory anyway, just let it be a tonic.
"It is necessary to strengthen the training of boxing and knives, and strengthen the physique."
The troubles of happiness are also troubles.
If his physique can no longer keep up, wait for his infuriating and spiritual strength to soar again... explode and die, fear not afraid?
Really explosive!
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"Hey. Fengfeng predecessors and small monks?" After receiving the work, Song Shuhang found that only the fish in the room was sitting on his shoulders, and also meditating in the breath.
"They went to interrogate the dark horse and the black man. I stay here to look after you." The fish is soft and soft.
Before the demons are repaired, it is several times more difficult to cultivate than the human monks.
Therefore, the fish Jiaojiao never wastes the time of Song Shuhang’s 蹭 悟 悟 悟. Under the influence of Wu Daoshi, she cultivated to maximize the catch of human monks.
"Then we have passed." Song Shuhang jumped up from the ground and ran to the interrogation room.
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Interrogation room.
The black man was still being hung, and the phoenix son did not use him for punishment. He just let the little monk sit in front of him and began to recite the scriptures.
and. The Fengfeng Gongzi told the young monk that from today, before the arrival in China, the morning and evening classes will be done against the black man.
This is called 'to ruin the wicked.'
The young monk was delighted to take over this task, to turn the wicked, and to feel that there is a high ambition, the little monk likes it.
He has been reading the black man for half an hour, and he is very excited. In his current state, it is no problem to read a morning.
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On the side, Feng Feng Gongzi put a sound enchantment. Is madly pumping black horse fine.
The black horse was screamed and screamed again and again.
After the phoenix son was exhausted, he took a short break.
"This Taoist friend, what do you want to do with the old horse? You give it a saying!" Dark horse's eyes are wet.
After the phoenix son entered the house, he took the whip and took him without his head. Don't ask him anything. I don’t want to let him do anything, it’s a slap.
The dark horse said with sorrow: "I don't know if I know the wrong old horse? I don't want to be a green mother anymore. I won't bother to disturb the little friend."
"Yeah." The phoenix son sipped his mouth, moistened the scorpion, and then grabbed the shackles, and it was a slap in the dark horse.
Dark horse fine is screaming again and again. The body is scarred.
"Dao friends... don't... ah... stop... ah... stop and ask you to give me a statement, ah ah... even if I want to pay for it, I can say it." Dark horse cried.
"Well, what to compensate for, I haven't thought about it yet." Fengfeng Gongzi stopped and drank again.
The dark horse was angry: "Why are you always smoking me?"
"Because you are a stallion!"
The dark horse is fine: "Hey?"
The phoenix son pushed the glasses, and the lens reflected the cruel light: "The horse is the most hateful. The world's goblins are scarce. According to the statistics of the last Yaozu League, the number of males is now in the real world. Five times the banshee! In other words, four of the five male demons are destined to not be able to marry the banshee. Under such circumstances, you dare to plant a horse! Do you not know, you have a variety of horses Only a female demon, there are five male devils who can’t find a daughter-in-law?”
The dark horse is squinting: "So, blame me??"
Fengfeng son: "..."
啪啪啪 啪啪啪 。 。.
The screams of the black horse fine rang again, which was especially miserable.
"The wrong thing is not me!" The black horse was angry: "Is it wrong to plant a horse? I was originally a kind of horse. I am a horse." So, it is not me, it is this cruelty. The world! This world of men and women is the source of all evil!"
The phoenix son was stunned, and it felt very reasonable to say that the black horse was fine... Then he smoked even more!
When Song Shuhang and Yu Jiaojiao entered the interrogation room, they just saw the scene of the smashing of the black horse.
The two tidy together.
The bright scorpion of the book and the cute little eyes of the fish looked at each other and nodded at the same time. Never let the Fenggong son get angry in the future.
It’s just terrible.
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Book Air and Fish Jiaojia first came to the black man.
The black man looked up tired and looked at Song Shuhang. He had no eyes and no focal length.
However, after seeing Song Shuhang, his face showed a smug color.
"Little guy, do you think that you can break my will by chanting Buddhist scriptures? Too naive, my will is strong and strong. Before you unlock the 'souls' in my original instinct, you can't think of me. Get any news in the mouth!" The black man voice hoarse.
Song Shuhang looked at the black man deeply. After a moment, he read a password: "Love Dog 43."
After that, Song Shuhang turned and went to the dark horse.
The black man was stunned and his face was unbelievable.
"Impossible! This is impossible, how can you know this password!" The black man roared and the whole person turned like an electric fan.
Why is this password known to the other party?
If this password is known, does it mean that the secret on the gold chain has been cracked? Then he... completely lost the bargaining capital with the other party.
"The donor, don't be easily angry. Don't be impatient, easily angry, because anger is left in the arms of the fools." The little monk looked serious.
"Foolish you a ‘哔哔’, and this is not the content of the Buddhist scriptures. This is the Western cross.” The black man cried wildly.
"Oh? Is this the case? Sorry for the donor, I have recently learned all the religious books of the world, so the memory is a bit messy. But, although it is not a Buddhist scripture, it is also very reasonable. People should always be rational, angry and hurt. "The little monk is serious.
"Bastard, go to hell. That bastard, where did you get the password from, but hateful, I ‘哔哔’.” The black man roared again.
"The deaf person is not right, the donor. If you swear, then Otaru will be a real ‘King Kong’ trip.” The little monk frowned.
"Alpaca! Alpaca!" The black man is proud of the will, and this moment is turned into fly ash.
The little monk stood up and slammed it on the black man and turned him up.
The faster and faster, the faster the turn than the electric fan.
The snoring of the "呜呜呜" black man became a string of pharynx.
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On the other hand, when Song Shuhang came to the side of the black horse and the phoenix son.
At this time, the black horse had a bright eye and immediately shouted: "The little friend saves the life, the old horse, I will never hit the idea of the 'green lady' on your body, and the place where you appear after the small road friend, the old horse I am retreating for ten miles, ah, ah, there are small friends, the old horse will compensate you for the dragon horse, please save me!"
The phoenix son sneered, and the demon was pumping as fast as the wind.
"Dragon Horse?" Song Shuhang blinked.
"Ah, ah, old horse, how can I say that it is also the king of the horse? Under the hand, there is a group of horse sluts. Among them, there is a dragon horse with dragon blood, which can span half of China in one day. It is very handsome. "The dark horse shouted."
Song Shuhang shrugged his shoulders: "Unfortunately, I have something more handsome."
The silver dragon that he and the seven-year-old Fuzheng traded were particularly handsome, and they were able to fly at supersonic speed. If you are riding a horse, it is enough to have this silver dragon.
"What do you want? Compensation is all right, at least tell me, don't smoke any more, it will kill the horse." The stallion shouted.
This is simply the rhythm of [Come on me, knock me out].
The phoenix son stopped the demon and continued to drink tea to moisten the scorpion. (To be continued.)