The words of the fat monk surprised me a little.
When his small eyes fell on me, I felt that everything about me was seen through him. It seemed that the fat monk was not as simple as it was on the surface.
"You said the four of us can't beat him together?" Wang Meng squinted half his eyes and asked the fat monk. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to want to attack the monk even if he said nothing.
"The monks never say anything, this is indeed a fact that the poor monk sees with his eyes."
"Fat monk, then you can tell me that if I add up to four, do you have any chance of winning?"
Hearing Wang Meng's words, the fat monk tilted his head and pondered for a moment, shook his head and said solemnly: "If the four of you are against me, the odds of winning may be less than 30%."
Wang Meng is the young master of Heavy Hammer Mountain, and he believes he has outstanding talents, and he has the strength of the fourth-level pinnacle at a young age. In addition, he rarely leaves Heavy Hammer Mountain on weekdays, so in Wang Meng's mind, even if he is not number one in the world, he can at least be ranked second.
The fat monk opened his mouth to beat himself repeatedly, which made Wang Meng a little furious. If it weren't for the rules set by Quanzhen Sect, Wang Meng's big slap would have already fallen on the fat monk's face.
"Then tell me again, what is the odds of winning against him among the four of us?"
Wang Meng pointed at him casually, and the person he pointed at happened to be a man with long hair exuding a chill.
"For the poor monk to say frankly, the odds of winning against him may not exceed 20% for the four of you."
"Twenty percent?" Wang Meng raised his brows slightly, and stomped his feet constantly on the spot with anger.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry, the poor monk first say I'm sorry. I blame the poor monk for not telling lies, otherwise, the poor monk must lie and say that you are number one in the world and that you are the most handsome in the universe.
"You... You..." Wang Meng stretched out his hand and pointed at the fat monk. He didn't hold back a loud fart for a long time. Finally, he let out a harsh word, and returned to the side angrily with the three attendants.
"In the next Tang and Song Dynasties, thank you Master for helping me to clear the siege just now." After Wang Meng took the people away, I said with a fist to the fat monk.
"The poor monk's name, Fei Bo, just said a few truths, Tang and Song donors, don't have to worry about it."
Fat Bo? Hearing his dharma name, I couldn't help but froze for a moment. This dharma name was really unique, but it seemed to complement each other more or less when used on the fat monk.
I chatted with Fei Bo, and finally my sight
Falling on the long-haired man.
The long-haired man was sitting not far from me, his eyes closed slightly, motionless, looking like a piece of ice.
"You better not disturb him."
Fei Bo's voice reached my ears again.
"He is a weird person. He came here about three days ago. When he came here, he has been practicing with his eyes closed. In the past three days, he has not opened his eyes or moved his body."
"There is a constant chill from his body, which shows two problems. First, the spell he is practicing is of the ice attribute. Second, the reason why he keeps his eyes closed is because he is practicing, from the door to the door. I have been practicing now, without being disturbed by the outside world."
Hearing Fei Bo's words, I turned my head again and looked at the long-haired man again. I didn't expect this guy to be a cultivator madman.
"Master Fei Bo, how long have you been here?"
"The poor monk is just an idler, so it has been almost seven days since the poor monk came here. Fortunately, Quanzhen teaches and manages the food. The poor monk has finally eaten his food in the past seven days."
"Master Fei Bo has been here for seven days, do you know that these young talents will participate in Wu Bi this time?"
"The three major sects, Maoshan, Quanzhen, and Longhushan each have five disciples participating in this time. There are fifteen disciples in total, and all of these fifteen disciples are tough. There is a chance to make the top ten."
"There are three disciples from the first-line sects, such as Nanmao, Beima, Baiyunguan, and Zhengyizong, who have participated in Wubi. These disciples are also carefully selected masters, all of whom have extraordinary abilities. Two disciples each participated in Wubi, and a third-rate disciple was sent to participate. These people are supported by the sect behind them, and their strength cannot be underestimated."
"Master Fei Bo, are you also a casual cultivator?"
"Of course, if it were not for casual meditation, the poor monk would not stay here. The poor monk should live in a better place and eat better meals."
"Are there anyone worth noting in the casual cultivator?"
Hearing what I said, Fei Bo was silent for a moment, then looked at me with a smile, and said softly: "There are five people in the casual cultivator who are the most dangerous. There are three of them in Room C of this place.
"Three?"
I looked around and finally fell on the long-haired man. If Fei Bo did not lie, I think the long-haired man should be considered a difficult opponent.
"Three people, you count one, he counts one, I reluctantly
Also count as one. "Fei Bo finished speaking, smiled at me again, and then like Roshan. He lay down heavily, and the big bed made a squeaky sound, almost completely disintegrated.
I took a deep look at Fei Bo, this fat monk has firmly attracted me now. I feel that this guy is very dangerous, just as dangerous as the long-haired man beside me.
"Bang!" Just when I was staring at the fat monk in a trance, the door of room C on the ground was suddenly kicked open.
Then, without waiting for me to recover, Hou Shexue's voice rang.
"My cousin, where is Tang Song?"
"Yo, so violent little girl, come in and have a fun!"
"The calf is quite white, so kicking the door so hard, do you miss a man? Little girl. If you really miss a man, I think I can give you a complete satisfaction."
Hou Shexue ignored the noise from the surroundings. Instead, she stepped into the room on her own, and then stepped to me, smiling and whispering to me: "I prepared a table of delicious food. It's a compensation for you, I don't know if you want to show your face."
Hou Shexue's voice just fell, and before I could speak, Fei Bo bounced from her in an instant.
"Little girl, I am friends with the donor of the Tang and Song Dynasties. Can I count the food at this big table?"
"Count you? All I prepare are meat dishes."
"The meat and wine have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha beads remain in the heart. The poor monk has not accepted the Buddha's test for a long time."
"Okay, I'm waiting for you in the back mountain of Quanzhen Sect. If you can bring Tang and Song over, and you have enough wine and meat, if you can't, please go and have a meal of northwest wind."
When She Xue Hou finished speaking, she turned around and walked outside the house, passing behind Wang Meng's side, She Xue Hou did not hold back her words and even made a joke.
"Hey, why are you still here? Don't want to go for plastic surgery? What if this scares passers-by?"
When Wang Meng reacted, Hou Shexue had already rushed to the door. In desperation, the grieving and angry Wang Meng could only roar up to the sky a few times.
"Tang and Song donors, when shall we leave for the banquet?"
"No, this woman is full of bad ideas. Go eat her food and be careful of poisoning."
"Tang and Song donors, the poor monk feels like she has something to do with you, you'd better go there. In addition, the poor monk is good at detoxification, even if she uses poison on you, the poor monk can help you untie the poison."
(End of this chapter)