Chapter 1157 The future of the Temple of Power has been determined
"How about you try again?"
Lin Fan invited kindly.
The God of Strength snorted coldly, patted his well-developed forearm, and smiled confidently: "Just give it a try!"
But then, the God of Power seemed to have thought of something.
The confident smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and his eager eyes turned into fear, and he suddenly changed his words: "Don't let him hit me this time. If you have the ability, let me punch him!"
In fact, the seemingly weak scholar just now left a shadow on him.
He was obviously just a weak scholar like a little chicken.
The result turned out to be such terrifying power!
It is simply unbelievable. It can be said that it directly subverts the perception of the God of Power.
And now.
learn from mistakes.
Although this was just a kid in front of him who looked like he could be smashed with one punch, he didn't dare to be careless.
Proceed with caution.
"Let me punch him if you can! How about it, are you afraid?" the God of Strength sneered.
Although this god of power is not very bright, he is not completely stupid either.
If you take a punch yourself, what if this little bald man is like the sour scholar and is beaten to death by you?
Might as well hit him yourself!
Lin Fan looked at Bu Wu: "Okay?"
Bu Wu looked at the burly God of Strength with some fear, but still forced himself to nod: "Probably, okay."
"Hahahaha, then come!" The God of Strength laughed loudly, and his body soared to a thousand meters again. Under the surge of divine power, endless divine power burst out from every muscle.
Developed muscles, comparable to a thousand-meter bodybuilding champion!
It's just that the lack of hair on his head slightly affects his handsomeness, and even makes him look a bit honest and honest... No way, the God of Higher Power's physical strength is so strong that even mountains can be smashed and his hair cannot grow.
"Wow! So big!"
This terrifying change made the little monk Fuwu scream in fright.
"How's it going? Are you scared?"
The god of strength with a body of a thousand meters lowered his head, looked at the little bald head that was as big as an ant and was no bigger than his own toes, and sneered: "Little guy, are you ready!"
Bu Wu seemed to have been completely frightened. He clasped his hands and looked at the terrifying body with red eyes. He said in a trembling voice: "Um... Sir, can you not hit me?"
"You are so powerful, I'm afraid you could kill me with one punch..."
"I don't want to die if I don't understand! Please spare my life!"
Looking at the little bald man who was begging for mercy like a lost lamb, the God of Power smiled ferociously, without any mercy, and said in a solemn tone: "Begging for mercy?"
"It's too late!"
"boom!"
Two fists that were a hundred times bigger than Bu Wu came crashing down!
Like two mountains, they hit the little monk with terrifying force!
That's enough force to crush mountains!
It also carries the humiliation of being almost beaten to death by a punch from that weak, ant-like scholar!
For the God of Power, this is no longer about checking the slaves, but about declaring his own power and venting his anger!
Just now, under the gaze of many gods, I was almost beaten to death by a human god slave. If I don't show my strength, how can I survive in the Temple of Power in the future?
And now, there is another divine slave!
Still human!
Moreover, he is also bald!
The only difference is that this time the divine slave is a little bald man who can be punched to death at a glance!
This is simply a God-given opportunity to regain some ground!
It's just a pity that the medicine that the human doctor injected into him has passed. Otherwise, if he were in that excited state and his strength increased to a higher level, he might not be able to reach the twelfth level of power!
But this is enough to crush this little bald head!
"Suffer death! Weak humans!"
The god of strength roars ferociously!
With his fists smashed down, the little monk Buwu shouted urgently: "Your Excellency, no!"
"boom!"
The huge fists slammed down!
"Click!"
"puff!"
The sounds of bones breaking and skin and flesh shattering could be heard.
But at this moment, all the gods widened their eyes and fell silent, as if they had seen something very strange.
"ah!!"
"my hand!!"
The wail of the God of Power is like thunder.
I saw that the strong arms of the God of Power were completely broken, and the extremely hard and thick bones were piercing the flesh, and the hot divine blood was spilled!
And that little bald man, who seemed harmless to humans and animals, stood there peacefully like Fudo Myoto, with golden light all over his body!
"This...this is the God of Power!"
Some gods took a deep breath.
The God of Strength, the strongest among the gods! Only the God of Earth, who touches the earth with his feet and borrows the power of the earth, can rival him!
The god Hercules, the master of power, is said to be even more powerful than the giants!
In today's world of gods, some people laugh at the God of Strength because he has no brains and his head is blocked by muscles. Some people laugh at the God of Strength who is all bald, but no one dares to laugh at the God of Strength's weak body.
Breaking all laws with one force! That is the most powerful force in the God Realm!
But such a powerful god of power had his arms broken by a little kid!
Moreover, it was the God of Power who hit it himself!
"How can it be……"
"This little brat..."
"How can his body be so powerful!"
"Ah!!!" The God of Power was also in disbelief at this time, but he still dragged his arms and shouted: "Don't be too busy being surprised, help, help!!"
Bu Wu was startled at first and said thankfully: "I'm not dead!"
Then he looked at the God of Power with a harmless look on his face and said: "Look, I told you not to fight, but you insist on fighting..."
"Alas." Mr. Zhang sighed. At this time, he felt a little sympathetic to this god of power.
It's just that this guy is too lazy.
I had no choice but to look for someone, first I found Feng He, the violent tiger, and then I found the ignorant little monk who was reincarnated by Jin Chanzi.
Buddhist disciples are famous for their toughness!
That body, infused with Buddhist energy, may not be as powerful as the Confucian disciples, but when it comes to the hardness of the body, it is the best!
Otherwise, how can we be ranked as three sects with Confucianism and Taoism?
What's more, this young monk was the reincarnation of Xuanzang. I heard from the Great Sage that Xuanzang was completely different from the character in "Journey to the West".
Submissive.
Although this young monk is only at the ninth level now, he has innate Buddhist aura to protect his body. Coupled with the Buddhist aura that was passed down to him through compassion, the monkey couldn't get any benefit even if he hit it with a stick!
It can only be said that this bald man has really good eyesight, and he is also very lucky, and he picks up the trouble every time.
"It's coming, it's coming, don't worry, don't worry." Mr. Zhang was very familiar with it and started the operation again.
This time Lin Fan counted carefully.
Before the operation, Mr. Zhang took out twenty-three balls of cotton.
After the operation, Mr. Zhang took back twenty-two balls of cotton.
Not long after.
After thanking Mr. Zhang with a grateful expression, the God of Strength dragged his two arms in plaster and looked at the little bald head with a complicated expression.
There was both horror and surprise in his eyes.
He was horrified because he didn't understand why this little bald man's body was so hard!
It's obviously just a little bald head!
He's obviously just a little kid!
The body has not grown at all, and there is not much muscle. It looks harmless, but it is so strong!
Is there any secret way to strengthen the body?
With the punch just now, he felt that the little monk was like a real immovable mountain, while he was like an egg hitting the mountain. He was unable to shake the opponent at all, but was almost killed by the opponent!
In fact, Buddhist techniques are very powerful, and the Buddhist aura cultivated requires corresponding Buddhist thoughts to be controlled, otherwise it is easy to become possessed.
This is why the real masters of Shaolin often not only have profound skills, but also have exquisite Buddhist teachings.
People are thoughtful!
Buddhist disciples, like Confucian disciples, temper their bodies with Buddhist ideas while exercising!
That is also the power of thought!
But the God of Power was surprised because... this little bald head was just like the scholar before, and it suited him just as well!
Lin Fan quickly stepped forward and said: "Elder Code, it's not his fault, it's you..."
"This little bald head is destined to be with my Temple of Power. My Temple of Power wants it! Two million square kilometers of fragments of the divine domain!" The God of Power said in a deep voice without any trace of ink.
As long as this little bald man is brought back, the Temple of Power can let him explain how to possess this terrifying physical strength, and let the Gods of Power practice according to his method!
Until then.
With the cultivation method of the weak scholar who later sold it to him, and the cultivation method of this little bald man, the Temple of Power has completely risen!
He touched his bald head, and the less he understood the little monk, the more he felt that he was destined to this little bald head.
"It's fate, it's fate. This bald head is so smooth, he was born to belong to my temple of power!" the God of Power muttered.
And the other side.
The little monk Buwu also murmured to himself: "This benefactor has a close relationship with my Buddhist sect. This bald man doesn't even need to be tonsured to join my Buddhist sect. Moreover, this benefactor has a kind heart, and I obviously broke his arms."
, and he was so enthusiastic towards me... Also, Mr. Zhang sewed two pieces of cotton into him before, and he was so grateful that he was so grateful that repaying evil with kindness is simply a natural bodhisattva's heart."
"If the gods of power are like this, then they are simply born Buddhist disciples."
"If I can go to the Temple of Power to preach...these gods of power will be the best Buddhists."
Thinking of this, the young monk Buwu also looked at Lin Fan: "Master, please sell me to the Temple of Power!"
Lin Fan: "..."
Lin Fan seemed to see the gods of power in the Temple of Power shouting Amitabha and becoming monks collectively in the future.
Well, not all of them can become monks. There should be half of them who will be taught by Mo Zhizhi to become educated bald hooligans who are prone to "discipline".
At this moment, the future of the Temple of Power has been determined.
