Long Live Magic/C8 Me Monk
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C8 Me Monk

"Savior doesn't use words. Benefactor, you are truly shameless!" Just then, a voice rang out, and a burly monk squeezed out from the crowd. He was tall and sturdy, tall and powerful, with a shoulder of leather armor, his bronze colored skin was slightly oily, and muscles bulged out, this man stood out from the crowd, he was actually two meters tall. The bald man carried a terrifying giant axe, and as he stood in the middle of the field, all four of them jumped up in fear.

"If you want to steal this benefactor's treasure, you must first pass me, the monk. If you can defeat me, I will not care about this. If you can't defeat me, then get the hell out of here." The monk stood tall and straight in front of them, as still as a mountain.

Monk me? Everyone was confused. They never thought that this person would be a monk. However, who would use a weapon like an axe, and with such a large weapon?

"Are you a monk?" Scarface asked doubtfully.

"A monk doesn't use words to attack others. It's a monk."

"Monk, what's your name?"

"A monk doesn't use words. This monk is me!"

"What are you doing?" Everyone in the audience suddenly burst into laughter.

"A monk doesn't use words. A monk is a monk, the name is me!"

"What?" The audience didn't understand.

"A monk doesn't use words. A monk is a monk, the name of the monk is me!"

The audience became even more confused.

"A monk really doesn't use words. A monk really is a monk, his title is really …"

"Stop!" The scarred man couldn't take it anymore and stopped.

"Whether you are a monk or not, whether you are me or not, what are you trying to do?" The scarred face helplessly looked at the tall monk, "Me?"

Only then did the minority learn that the monk's name was "Me". They couldn't help but want to laugh. How could there be such a mighty monk like this? How could there be a nondescript monk called "I'm"? How could there be a monk carrying a huge axe and walking in the martial arts world? In short, this monk was emitting a weird aura all over, as if he was out of place.

"A monk doesn't use words to attack a monk. Monk, I have said that as long as you can defeat me, I will not bother about your matters. However, if you cannot defeat me, please leave." The words of a weak monk seemed out of place when spoken with the manner of a fierce man.

"Monk, do you dare to interfere with the matters of the East Sun Four Heroes?" Scarface threatened.

The crowd almost burst out laughing. "Eastern Sun's" dead bear "?

"I didn't dare to use words when I was a monk." The monk was obviously going to take charge of the situation.

"Alright, brothers, let's attack together." With a command from the scarred man, he raised his left blade and chopped towards the monk. The other three people raised their weapons at the same time and attacked the monk.

"Clang!" The sound of metal clashing rang out, then the monk's axe easily swung the big blade wielded by Scarface, and with one hand, he easily grabbed Scarface's only hand, raised it up like a chick, and threw it towards the other three people, his attack speed was actually not visible to many of the people in the Jianghu s, causing them to feel terrified in their hearts: "This monk is an expert!"

"Ah …" A few miserable cries were followed by the sound of someone landing on the ground. The "dead bear" in East Sun did not have me! The monk waved his hand and was thrown out.

In the past few years, the Four Eastern Sun Warriors had only managed to reach the level of third-rate experts. They normally only relied on the presence of the white-clothed gongzi, who was acting arrogantly within the East Sun City.

This monk is a first-rate expert, he can deal with these cat with one hand.

"Ah, you fools, don't you usually boast about how much you have experienced? "Why are you so weak at this time? Hurry, hurry and get up." The white-clothed gongzi cursed as he kicked the four of them.

Although the four of them just fell, but I, the monk with inborn inborn inborn incapability, easily threw away Scarface's left hand, and at the same time broke a few ribs. I'm afraid I'll have to stay in bed for a few months to recover.

"Ah …" The few of them rolled around endlessly in pain on the ground. Being punched and kicked by that young master in white clothes, how could they still have the strength to stand up, let alone fight with a monk like me.

"Amitabha, this monk does not use words to attack his family. I, Monk, really do not wish to fight you, but you still insist on fighting me, Monk. I, Monk has no choice but to fight, so benefactor, please do not bear grudges against me, Monk." The monk said with a benevolent manner as he arrogantly hefted his giant axe.

"Hahaha …" The onlookers could no longer hold back their laughter. They held their stomachs and laughed out loud. Even Ling Batian could not hold back his laughter. This monk was really funny.

Right at this moment, I, the monk said.

"A monk is indeed very angry, but a monk should have a broad mind. I, Monk, am not going to argue with you."

"Hahaha …" Everyone laughed even more heartily.

At this time.

"Who is causing trouble here?" An authoritative voice boomed.

"!" The sound of steps being stepped on could be heard.

"Get out of the way!" Several shouts sounded. A few guards pushed their way through the crowd and opened a path. The short fatty, Huang Sheng, walked over.

As soon as the white-clothed gongzi saw Huang Sheng, he immediately knelt in front of Huang Sheng, hugged Huang Sheng's leg and cried: "Cousin, I was bullied by others. Quickly capture that foreigner and the monk for me! Look, not only did they injure the guards of my nephew, they also cut off one of his hands."

The surrounding people immediately had a look of disdain on their faces.

"Pah!"

"Bastard! How could I have a nephew like you? Leisurely loitering all day, spending all sorts of money and drinking all day long, dishonest! You've truly disgraced me. Scram!" To everyone's surprise, Huang Sheng slapped the white-clothed gongzi in the face. After teaching him a lesson, he kicked him away.

When the white-clothed photon saw his uncle angry, he didn't dare to fight back. He hurriedly got up, pushed his way through the crowd, and ran down the stairs with Scarface and the others …

He used all of his strength to pick up the weapon and the severed hand from the ground and followed after the man in white.

After they left, the guards dispersed the crowd of onlookers. The entire building immediately became quiet. Some of the people even began to clean up the bloodstains.

Huang Sheng quickly cupped his hands and said to Ling Batian, "Lord Ling Batian, I'm really sorry. My nephew is not sensible. Please forgive me for offending you."

Ling Batian waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

"Lord Ling Batian's magnanimity makes me ashamed. Tonight, we set up an alliance at the mansion and specifically apologize to Lord Ling Batian. I hope that you can show us some face."

However, Ling Batian was unwilling. He immediately said, "Thank you, City Lord, for your kindness. I appreciate it. Please do not take the matter of my nephew to heart."

Huang Sheng's invitation was only on the surface. Seeing that Ling Batian refused, Huang Sheng said goodbye to Ling Batian and left with the guards.

Only then did Ling Batian notice the interesting monk beside him. Inwardly, he was grateful for his actions, and he was also very interesting, so he wanted to become friends with him. He immediately said to me, "I am a mage from the East, Ling Batian. Thank you for your courage earlier, Master. "

Me … "The monk grinned and looked a little embarrassed." The monk wanted to befriend such a strange person like me, but the monk did not see clearly what happened when the benefactor cut off his arm in the air. He knew that the monk did not fear the four men, but he still jumped out to help him.

When Ling Batian heard that, he smiled and immediately pulled me, the monk, to sit at the table.

He said, "Today, the two of us will sit down and have a drink."

The monk stared at him with a bitter expression. "Amitabha, you don't drink wine."

"Hahaha …" I'm not drinking at all. To be exact, it's not alcohol at all. " Ling Batian smiled. With a flip of his hand, a transparent goblet appeared on the table. With another flip of his hand, an exquisite wine bottle appeared in his hand.

The monk stared at Ling Batian in disbelief and asked, "Could it be that Almsgiver is a magic charmer?"

Spell? Ling Batian was surprised for a moment and then laughed, "Hahaha... "Monk, just take me for a juggler."

The monk poured himself a cup of Illusory Dream Chicken Tail. The Illusory Dream's seven colors overflowed with specks of seven-colored light, and a strange fragrance spread out. The monk's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Please have a taste, Monk."

I … "The monk looked at the beautiful dream chicken tail and the incomparably noble wine cup. For a moment, he didn't know how to make a move. The wine cup and the wine cup were like perfect art pieces.

Ling Batian smiled slightly: "Don't detain this monk too much, people in the Jianghu, why are you so naughty, drink when the time is right."

When the monk heard this, he let out a shameful laugh. With his big hands, he raised his wine cup and gulped it down in one gulp.

After the monk drank it, he looked strangely at Ling Batian, who was tasting the wine elegantly. Ling Batian was stunned for a moment and then asked, "Why are you looking at me?"

"What smell is this?"

"What?" Didn't you just drink it? "

"He drank too fast and his mouth was too big. Before it even passed through his tongue, it had already entered his stomach."

"It's fine, it's fine. Have another cup."

"Alright …"

"..."

"No need to use words against an outsider. This thing tastes really good."

"Naturally. This is a fine wine concocted by my generation of Grand Magus Saints. How could it not be delicious?"

"Moreover, I feel that there are nine kinds of strange powers entering my body and fusing into my zhenqi. I actually discovered that my zhenqi has expanded a little bit. It's really a good thing."

"Oh, that's a Magic Element."

"Magic Element? What is that? "

"Mm, just take it as a kind of heaven and earth origin energy!"

"..."

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