Chapter 1,239 Beating up Takeo Qianmu

Facing Ye Bufan's teleportation, Takeo Qianki didn't even have time to react before he was slapped firmly on the face.

The slap was hard and loud, and once again he was sent flying dozens of meters, hitting the mountain with a loud bang.

"Bagya Road!"

Qianmu Takeo roared and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with his teeth.

As the Sword Master of the Great Dog Kingdom, a strong man in the middle stage of the Holy Order, to be slapped in the mouth was simply a great shame and humiliation.

This extreme anger even made him forget to think and think about how the other party did it.

"go to hell."

The clouds in the sky turned into a stream of light and stabbed towards Ye Bufan's chest at an astonishing speed, like a giant thundering from the sky.

But when he came closer, he stabbed him in the air, and then his wrist tightened and was grabbed tightly by a big hand.

"This sword is good, I want it."

Ye Bufan used his wrist force to grab Tianzhi Congyun directly, then kicked Qianmu Takeo in the abdomen and kicked him out.

This time his mouth was much heavier than last time, and Qianmu Takeo spurted out a mouthful of blood while he was in mid-air.

He flew ten meters away and then stabilized his body. He was beaten one after another and even lost the Sky Congyun Sword. This made him calm down from the extreme anger, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

"You...you are actually in the middle stage of the holy level."

He had not taken this young man seriously before, thinking that he could defeat him as long as he used his early Saint level cultivation.

But he miscalculated, and was beaten like a dog at the beginning. Later, he showed all his strength, but he didn't expect that the opponent was in the middle of the Saint level.

And with his unprecedented martial arts skills, he was beaten to the point where he was unable to fight back.

"How is it? Are you surprised?"

After Ye Bufan finished speaking, his figure flashed, teleported behind him again, kicked him on the butt, and kicked him dozens of meters away.

Qianmu Takeo was shocked and angry. This was not like a master's fight, it was simply an insult to himself.

But before he could recover, Ye Bufan's figure appeared in front of him again and slapped him on the other cheek.

Just like that, Qianmu Takeo was knocked upside down again. What he couldn't accept the most was that Ye Bufan was always one step faster than him, and whenever he just stabilized his figure, his opponent would appear again.

Takayuki Chiki stood there completely dumbfounded. The situation in front of him was like a baseball, being knocked away time and time again by the opponent.

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After more than ten rounds like this, Ye Bufan was almost done, and then he stopped.

Looking at the sword master Takeo Senki at this moment, he was covered in blood and was beaten into a pig's head. His cheeks were swollen and only a slit was left for his eyes.

"Bageya Road, Chinese, I will definitely kill you."

He was almost going crazy, but this time he didn't do it himself, but let out a long roar from his mouth.

As soon as the laughter subsided, several figures were seen rising into the air and appearing in mid-air, surrounding them. They were nine monks wearing gray robes.

Each of these monks has a calm aura, and they have all reached the early stage of martial arts. The leader, an old monk with white eyebrows, has reached the middle stage of the holy stage.

As soon as the reinforcements arrived, Takeo Qianki regained some confidence.

"Chinese, aren't you powerful? I don't believe you are the opponent of the Shingon Sect, Master Guangji and the Eight Great Vajras."

"The Shingon Sect? It looks good, there are so many strong people."

In China, Ye Bufan had not visited those famous sects, and he did not know how many masters were hidden in the legendary Shaolin Wudang.

But the Shingon Sect brought out eight holy warriors at once, which really shocked him.

Shocked, but not too nervous, he looked at the white-browed old monk at the head: "Are you all monks of the Shingon Sect?"

"Old monk Guangji has met the young benefactor."

The old monk is thin and has a calm demeanor. He looks very much like an eminent monk.

"Master Guangji, since you are monks, why don't you eat fast and recite Buddha's name in the temple? Isn't this matter too lenient?"

Monk Guangji looked compassionate: "Little donor, we have heard about you. Since you came to the Big Dog Country, you have killed countless people and committed many crimes.

Therefore, I specially invite you to be a guest of our Shingon Sect and let Buddhism free you from your sins. "

Ye Bufan smiled jokingly: "Are you sure you want to invite me? Can I refuse?"

Guangji clasped his hands together: "The little benefactor's sin of killing is too serious. Now that you are here, I, the Shingon Sect, cannot let you leave and commit another sin of murder."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Ye Bufan curled his lips and praised, "As expected of a monk, he can even say such shameless words with high-sounding words.

I said before that the Qianmu family was a bitch and wanted to build a memorial arch, but now it seems that this sentence is more suitable for you. "

Monk Guangji's expression did not change much, "Little benefactor, exit is your karma. There is no end to the sea of ​​suffering. Please follow the old monk."

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As soon as he finished speaking, the eight kings next to him immediately surrounded him, ready to arrest anyone if they disagreed with him. "

Ye Bufan said: "It's okay to let me go with you, but I have to ask a few questions first."

"Yes, as long as the old monk knows, he will definitely answer the little donor."

"I heard that monks from your Big Dog Country can marry wives. Is this true? How many can one person marry? Can he marry more?"

"this……"

Guangji was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

Monks from the Great Dog Country can indeed marry wives, but that's not all. Real practitioners like them cannot marry wives.

But if you say no, there is such a thing.

Like a curious baby with many questions, Ye Bufan asked again: "Can you drink alcohol on weekdays? Can you eat meat? Can you watch movies from your own country?"

If that's possible, what's the difference between you and ordinary people? What do you practice on weekdays? "

He said this mostly to tease these nosy monks, but on the other hand, he was actually a little curious.

As early as in China, I heard that the monks of the Great Dog Country were treated well and had high status. They could even eat meat, drink wine, marry and have children. Today, I asked them all about it.

Guangji's expression finally changed, and he frowned slightly: "Little donor, you have too many problems. Come with me. When you know the knowledge of Buddhism, these problems will be solved naturally."

Ye Bufan said jokingly: "Old monk, you are just being unreasonable. You have to negotiate the terms before doing anything, right?

If you want me to go to your place, you must first explain the treatment. If nothing works, why should I go to your place?

I don’t have too many girlfriends, just a dozen or so. Can I have a grand wedding at your place? "

Seeing Monk Guangji being teased repeatedly by him, Takefu Qianmu couldn't help but said angrily: "Ye Bufan, don't be rude to the master. What kind of Buddhist holy land do you think it is? Is it your harem?"

"Buddhist Holy Land, why didn't I see it?" Ye Bufan smiled coldly, "If I guessed correctly, these monks have colluded with you a long time ago, so they heard your code and ran out immediately to help the evildoers. , working for the tiger.

These people whose six roots are impure can easily be said to be practitioners, or they can be said to be Buddhist holy places. "

Monk Guangji raised his eyebrows: "So, the young benefactor is unwilling to go with the old monk?"