As a result, the Eight-Armed God did not stop attacking, but instead bowed his eyebrows and lowered his head, directly facing Xiaoxun's fingers with his forehead bones! Although Xiaoxun's two fingers are fierce, this is reality, not a fantasy novel. How hard is the phalange bone to hit the big brow bone
It's too late for Xiaoxun to change direction! She never expected that the grandfather and grandson would join forces, calculated mentally or not, and one of them would fall when they met each other! Once grandpa falls, how many times can she block him? This time, it's over!
At this moment, Xiaoxun saw a divine light shining behind the Eight-Armed God! Xiaoxun's heart trembled: Could this be the legendary gathering of three flowers at the top, the five qi coming towards the yuan, the true qi being released, and the head shining
However, when she took a closer look, her face suddenly turned dark. It was a bald head reflecting the light!
"This guy? His courage is commendable, but how useful can an ordinary person be? He probably won't be able to get up after just one punch." Xiaoxun was desperate.
At this moment, a Buddhist chant sounded: "Amitabha, the donor, and the stewardess are all gone, so don't just follow and watch. Sit down..."
As he spoke, the monk reached out to touch the eight-armed god's shoulder.
Xiaoxun quickly said: "Be careful!"
At this time, are you going to touch a warrior? Regardless of whether you have malicious intentions or not, he will treat it as malicious, and the result is... thank God if he doesn't beat you to death!
Sure enough, the eight-armed god's brows trembled, and he quickly struck back with his left elbow, heading straight for the monk's throat! How powerful is a fighting master? A blow to the fragile throat will kill even a fighting master!
Xiaoxun seemed to have seen a monk exaggerating the scene.
As a result, the monk's hand suddenly pressed down, just blocking the opponent's elbow and then pushed forward! Xiaoxun was shocked to see that the powerful eight-armed god, who could punch hundreds of pounds or almost a thousand pounds with a punch, was twisted with his elbow by the opponent's push!
The eight-armed god also had a look of horror on his face. He had practiced Muay Thai all his life. In terms of strength, no one could beat him with all his strength, and he broke his attack so lightly! What's more, this monk doesn't look like a martial arts practitioner! Even if he is a martial arts practitioner, how old is he? Even if you start practicing from your mother's womb, how long can you practice
However, the reality was that he was brought back without any resistance as if his elbow had been hit by a speeding truck.
The monk's hand pressed lightly, and the eight-armed god felt that his bones were about to break, and his left arm was twisted into a twist! If he hadn't practiced jujitsu so hard, his arm would have been broken right now! Even so, it hurt so much that he almost burst into tears.
The monk pressed his arm and clasped it on his shoulder, chuckled and said, "Don't cause trouble to the flight attendants, just sit down."
As he spoke, the eight-armed god felt another truck fall above his head, and he was forced to sit down involuntarily! Then there was a click, but the enthusiastic monk helped him fasten his seat belt, and smiled at him: "Just now, the flight attendant and the donor said that you must fasten your seat belt when flying. The poor monk helped you fasten it. , sit still and don't move." Then the monk touched his head and said, "Be good."
The eight-armed god suddenly felt the urge to cry! who is he? The former king of fighting in Southeast Asia! He was actually subdued by a monk, who just touched his head and said: Be good
Be good, sister! The eight-armed god wanted to resist, but when he thought of the monk's almost irresistible power, he suddenly became a little weak.
The fighting here was electric, and everyone's eyes were attracted to the person behind him who was pretending to be sick. When everyone realized something seemed wrong here and looked over, the eight-armed god had already been pressed down by Fang Zheng and sat down.
Xiaoxun's grandfather just straightened up and looked at Fang Zheng blankly.
Xiaoxun was dumbfounded. He kept rubbing his face and pinched himself. After grimacing in pain, he looked at Fangzheng like he was looking at a monster.
"Old man, you are in good health, but you should not do difficult movements when flying. Sit tight and fasten your seat belt." The monk grinned at the old man.
The old man nodded subconsciously, sat back, and fastened his seat belt.
"What about me?" Seeing that Fang Zheng ignored her, Xiaoxun suddenly felt a sense of grievance that she had been forgotten. Does she have no sense of existence? So he asked reluctantly.
Fang Zheng looked not far away and rolled on the ground, calling out to the person in pain: "Go and help save people."
"Rescue people? Are you mistaken? It's okay to hit people. I can help even if the muscles and bones are injured, but this kind of... I don't understand either." Xiaoxun looked at Fang Zheng bitterly. In martial arts, those who have mastered it are considered as teachers. If they are strong, they will naturally be respected. Xiaoxun, who has been influenced by this aspect since childhood, especially believes in this. She was convinced by Fang Zheng's strength, so naturally she would not find any quarrel with Fang Zheng anymore.
Fang Zheng nodded very seriously and said, "Yes, go and save him."
"How to save?" Xiaoxun asked.
Fang Zheng said: "Just kick it hard."
"Ah?" Xiaoxun was dumbfounded.
However, Xiaoxun's grandfather's eyes lit up and he said: "Xiaoxun, listen to the master and go and kick him!"
Xiaoxun also came back to her senses, looked at the angry eight-armed god, then looked at Fang Zheng and her grandfather, and suddenly realized, shook her long legs, and hummed: "I can't beat the old one, I'll beat the little one." of!"
After saying that, Xiaoxun left.
The flight attendants over there were busy checking, and Xiaoxun suddenly walked in from the crowd, shouting, "I'm here to treat you!"
Fang Zheng clasped his hands together, lowered his head and recited silently: "Amitabha."
"Ouch!" A scream followed, and then the sound of a quarrel was heard, followed by the stewardess's questioning voice.
"Don't you have a stomachache?" the stewardess asked.
"Uh... I... suddenly got better." The other person looked confused. Only then did he realize that he should be pretending to be sick, and he suddenly felt embarrassed.
"Look, I said I'm here to cure illnesses, right? You still don't believe me. How about it? Are you cured? Okay, don't look at me or kneel down. I never like to be criticized for doing good deeds. People chase me to say thank you." After saying that, Xiaoxun shook the other person's ponytail and left.
The other party looked at her with a dark look on his face, and then looked at the eight-armed god who had been pushed back by Fang Zheng. Without the eight-armed god's command, he didn't know what to do, so he had to sit back and pretend he didn't know anything.
Xiaoxun came to Fangzheng, who gave a thumbs up and said: "Cow!"
Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said nothing.
When the flight attendants saw that nothing was going on, they dispersed and went to deal with other matters.
"Monk, you ruined my good deeds! I'm not done with you!" The eight-armed god stared at Fang Zheng angrily.
Fang Zheng shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay."
"Do you know who I am?" The eight-armed god came over and said with a fierce look.
Fang Zheng glanced at the Eight-Armed God: "A lost lamb pretending to be a hungry wolf."
(End of chapter)