As a result, the eight-armed god did not stop the attack, but instead bowed his eyebrows and directly faced Xiaoxun's two fingers with his forehead bones! Although Xiaoxun's fingers were fierce, this was reality, not a fantasy novel. The hardness of the finger bones
, how to hit the big bone across the eyebrow arch?
It was too late for Xiaoxun to change direction! She never expected that the grandfather and grandson would join forces and make mental arithmetic or not. As soon as they met each other, the other would fall! Once her grandfather fell, how many times could she stop him?
Once, it’s over!
At this moment, Xiaoxun saw an additional divine light shining behind the Eight-Armed God! Xiaoxun's heart trembled: Could this be the legendary gathering of three flowers at the top, five qi toward the origin, the true qi released, and the head shining?
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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..."
While he was talking, he saw the monk reaching out to touch the shoulder of the eight-armed god.
Xiaoxun quickly said: "Be careful!"
At this time, are you going to touch a warrior? No matter whether you have malicious intentions or not, he will treat it as malicious, and the result is... thank God if he doesn't kill you!
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? If a blow hits the fragile throat, even a fighting master will be killed by one blow!
Xiaoxun seemed to have seen a monk exaggerating the scene.
As a result, he saw that the monk's hand suddenly pressed down, just blocking the opponent's elbow and then pushed forward! Xiaoxun was shocked to see the powerful eight-armed god, who punched hundreds of pounds and almost a thousand pounds.
After hitting with all his strength, his elbow was twisted 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 break his attack with all his strength. What's more, this monk, no matter how you look at it, can't break his attack with all his strength.
It doesn't look like he is a martial arts practitioner! Even if he is a martial arts practitioner, how old is he? Even if he starts training from his mother's womb, how long can he practice?
However, the fact is that he was brought back without any resistance as if his elbow was 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 at this moment! Even so, it still hurts
He almost burst into tears.
The monk pressed his arm and clasped it on his shoulder. He chuckled and said, "Don't cause trouble to the flight attendants. Sit down."
As he spoke, the Eight-Armed God felt another truck fall from above his head, and he was forced to sit down involuntarily! Then he heard a click, but the enthusiastic monk helped him fasten his seat belt, and also
He smiled at him and said, "The flight attendant and the donor just said that you must fasten your seat belt when flying. The poor monk helped you fasten it. Sit tight and don't move around." Then the monk touched his head and said, "Be good.
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The eight-armed god suddenly had the urge to cry! Who is he? The former king of fighting in Southeast Asia! He was subdued by a monk. He 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 all between lightning and flint, and everyone's eyes were attracted to the man pretending to be sick at the back. When everyone realized that something seemed wrong here, and looked over, the eight-armed god had already been pressed down by Fang Zheng and sat down.
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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 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 she asked unwillingly.
Fang Zheng looked not far away and rolled on the ground, calling out to someone in pain: "Go and help save people."
"Rescue people? You're not mistaken, right? It's okay to hit people. I can help even if the muscles and skin are injured, but this... I don't understand either." Xiaoxun looked at Fang Zheng, a master of martial arts, bitterly.
As a teacher, he is strong and naturally respected. Xiaoxun, who has been trained in this field since childhood, especially believes in this. She has been convinced by Fang Zheng's strength, and naturally she will no longer find quarrels with Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng nodded very seriously and said, "Yes, go and save him."
"How to save?" Xiaoxun asked.
Fang Zheng said: "Just give it a hard kick and it'll be fine."
"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 came in and shouted, "I'm here to treat you!"
Fangzheng 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. Then he realized 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 things.
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 expression, and then looked at the Eight-Armed God who had been pressed back by Fang Zheng. Without the Eight-Armed God's command, he didn't know what to do anymore, so he had to sit back and pretend to be nothing.
knew.
Xiaoxun came to Fangzheng, who gave him a thumbs up and said: "Cow!"
Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said nothing.
When the flight attendants saw that nothing was going on, they gave up and dispersed 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 Shinto: "A lost lamb pretending to be a hungry wolf."