When Qing Yi saw Sun Wukong grabbing him, his face turned pale and he said, "What are you doing?"
"I'll help you enlarge your breasts."
"Ah, I don't want it,"
Qing Yi closed his eyes tightly and slapped Sun Wukong on the face with his mouth.
Then he said reluctantly: "You idiot..."
Before she could finish her words, Sun Wukong covered her mouth, and everyone around them looked at the two of them.
Sun Wukong said awkwardly: "This is my sister. She is afraid of cockroaches and makes a lot of fuss."
Qing Yi's hands and feet kept hammering Sun Wukong, but Sun Wukong ignored it.
He blew a breath of hot air into Qing Yi's ear and said, "Girl, you're messing around. I'm going to pinch your butt. I'm going to let you go now. You're not allowed to talk nonsense."
Qing Yi's whole body trembled and she nodded.
Sun Wukong carefully let go of his hand covering her mouth.
Qing Yi is really obedient.
Qing Yi said: "I really want to bite you to death."
"Come on, come on, I'll let you bite as you like, I still have Xiao, do you want to bite me?"
Qingyi was stunned, why are you talking and playing the instrument?
"What is Xiao?"
At this time, the competitor who was taking the position laughed strangely.
Qing Yi was puzzled: "What are they laughing at?"
Sun Wukong said: "Tsk, it means you have no knowledge. You don't even know anything about Xiao? I want you to read more, but you just don't."
Qing Yi's face was a little red, as if he was being talked about.
Now she doesn't like to be quiet, so she hangs out with Sun Wukong every day, and she doesn't want to learn anything because it's too boring. Apart from practicing, she just hangs out with Sun Wukong every day.
"Asshole, it's your turn."
Qing Yi watched the competition on the field and suddenly changed the subject.
Sure enough, I saw that the referee had shouted the name "Sun Bukong" twice.
Sun Wukong jumped down and landed lightly on the field.
His opponent is a Taoist priest.
Sun Wukong smiled and said: "Look at your Taoist uniform, it must be from Fangcun Mountain."
This Taoist is the mysterious Taoist that Sun Wukong saw during the preliminary round.
The Taoist priest was not surprised either.
"It is rumored that when mankind was most glorious, it was the ancient emperor, Emperor Xuanyuan, who could kill the Demon Emperor. Now Brother Sun's style is not inferior to that of Xuanyuan."
"Then you won't give up and still want to compete with me?"
"How do I know I won't win if I don't try?"
The Taoist priest then took out an ax for chopping wood.
He took out another piece of wood, took out the chisel, and started carving.
Sun Wukong was not in a hurry to attack, he just came to him and said: "Did you still have this quirk before the competition?"
"I don't have this problem with other people. I don't dare to be careless with you, that's all."
The wood chips were flying as the Taoist priest carved with flying hands and a serious look on his face.
Not long after, everyone saw that what the woodcutter was carving turned out to be Sun Wukong himself.
Sun Wukong couldn't help but said: "Yeah, the carvings look very similar."
If this statue of Sun Wukong were colored, it would be extremely lifelike and no different from the actual statue.
"When it comes to carving, Lu Ban, the founder of carpentry, may not be my opponent."
The Taoist priest admired his work very proudly.
Sun Wukong said: "Then can we compete? I feel that everyone is waiting impatiently."
The Taoist priest suddenly retreated, and Sun Wukong did not chase him.
The Taoist priest picked up the ax and said: "Brave general, I'm sorry, I have decided to be the prince-in-law of this proud country."
After saying that, he did not attack Sun Wukong, but picked up the big ax and chopped directly at the statue of Sun Wukong's current appearance.
The art of overpowering?
This word pops up in everyone's mind.
The moment the ax made contact with the wooden statue.
With a bang, the ax bullets flew into the sky.
The old Taoist also took a mouthful of blood, widened his eyes and said with disbelief: "How is this possible, how is this possible, you are, you are..."
"boom!"
After the loud noise, Lao Dao's body exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and even his soul exploded.
Everyone at the scene was stunned for a while and suddenly became in an uproar.
"Ah, what's going on? What happened to the old man? Why did he vomit blood and his body exploded just after he struck the axe?"
"You don't even know this, so why bother trying it?"
Everyone looked towards the speaker. He was an old man, at least eighty years old.
"Uncle, do you know a lot? But I'm a little surprised that an old man like you also wants to be a prince-in-law?"
"What's wrong with being eighty? There is still spring at eighty, but now I think we all have no chance. Only the brave general can marry the princess."
Everyone is a little unwilling to give in, they have already reached the quarterfinals.
The old man ignored the disappointment of others and said to himself, "The technique of overpowering depends on who you are dealing with. If that person is the emperor, it is undoubtedly no different from offending the power of God.
An overwhelming person will definitely die against such a person."
"So, I think the luck of the brave general is so incredible that no evil magic can touch him."
In this way, Sun Wukong entered the top four without even moving a finger.
Only he himself knew that if the Taoist priest fought with him normally, Sun Wukong might not be able to do anything about it.
He is the elder brother of Patriarch Bodhi, and his physical body has reached the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal.
If Sun Wukong didn't use magic, he would be invincible at most, but if he wanted to hurt the woodcutter, he would never be able to.
Unexpectedly, the woodcutter had a vicious mind and wanted to kill Sun Wukong, but he killed himself instead.
Sun Wukong felt happy in his heart and said to himself: "Not to mention you, even if you are in the realm of a saint, for me, who is the main cause and effect of the journey to the west, you can't use overwhelming force to kill me.
Because the great prosperity of the West is approved by Heaven.
Your art of suppressing the saints is awesome, can you curse the way of heaven to death?
It’s really looking for death.”
Returning to the residence with Qing Yi, Qing Yi spent a lot of time buying food along the way.
And Sun Wukong has been studying the golden stomach. Except that it is very strong, there is nothing special about it.
"What the hell is this?"
Qing Yi said: "You are really stubborn. You will know after you go home and cook hot pot."
There is no other way now.
The two of them returned to their residence together, and now his residence is still a three-room thatched cottage.
The big pit also turned into a lake.
The rest of the open space was simply built with some gardens.
Tables and chairs were set up in the open space in front of the thatched cottage.
A pot was placed on the table with a hole in it, and underneath was a charcoal stove.
The red oil soup in the pot was bubbling.
Sun Wukong took out the golden stomach and threw it directly into it.
"Eh!"
Sun Wukong and Qing Yi both looked at each other with wide eyes.
When the stomach entered the pot, something magical happened. The red oil and hot pot ingredients were all gone, and the red soup turned into white water.
Sun Wukong didn't believe in evil, so he poured a lot of seasoning into the pot.
In just a few seconds, the turbid soup in China turned into clear water again.
Qing Yi said: "Can your stomach be able to detoxify?"
Sun Wukong's eyes lit up and he said, "Do you have poison on you?"
Qing Yi took out a large bag of arsenic and croton and said, "Try this."