Absolute Deal

"what?"

Sun Wukong looked at the **** pipe, which was much thicker than the golden hoop, and looked very interested.

"Gatling Bodhisattva's former magic weapon." Bai Ye said, "Come on, I'll teach you how to use it. Infuse your inner strength, demonic energy, or whatever energy belongs to you, into the magic weapon, and then pull the trigger."

The six large clean tubes immediately spun.

The energy condensed into a special bullet that burst out from the muzzle.

In an instant, the forest not far in front of Bai Ye fell into pieces of big trees.

It's like cutting wheat.

Sun Wukong's fiery eyes suddenly lit up, very dazzling.

This thing looks fun!

The little white dragon behind Bai Ye also showed curious eyes, and poked his head from Bai Ye's shoulder.

"Come on, try the unique Buddhist artifact." Bai Ye handed Gatlin to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong took Gatling and used it immediately.

The mountain wall in the distance was like an earthquake, and the gravel splashed.

In the hands of Sun Wukong, Gatling's power is much greater than before.

Just now, Bai Ye just showed it a little bit.

Sun Wukong shot more and more vigorously, and began to destroy the environment everywhere.

For now, this kind of damage is going to be jailed.

The muzzle of the gun began to turn red under the high-intensity use of Sun Wukong.

The power of the "bullet" shot became stronger and stronger, and even firelight appeared.

The power of the magic weapon version of Gatling is naturally far better than the ordinary version of Gatling.

Bai Ye opened his mouth and reminded: "Wukong, after the power is great, the loss will also be great. You see that the mouth of the tube is so red, it is almost time to stop-"

"what!"

As soon as the voice fell, a scream reached the ears of the two.

"what?"

Sun Wukong put away Gatling, feeling that the screams just now seemed a little familiar.

Who did you shoot at?

"Sun Wukong!"

An angry cry sounded from the place where Sun Wukong swept just now, and a figure slowly emerged.

The man covered his stomach and stared at Sun Wukong.

At first glance, it looks like a beautiful woman, but if you look closely, you will find that it is a man, and then look again, you will think it is a Bodhisattva.

The other hand also held a delicate ceramic bottle with a wicker stick inside.

"Guanyin?" Bai Ye immediately thought of who was coming.

Guanyin's eyes turned to Bai Ye, and he frowned. He was sending something to the other party, and the purpose was to suppress the wildness of Monkey King, a wild monkey.

In the end, I didn't expect that Jin Chanzi in this life seemed to be very good at playing, as if he didn't need his help.

"Even this guy Guanyin can be injured, good thing, good thing."

Sun Wukong looked at Gatling in his hand and smiled.

Guanyin's face suddenly did not look good.

He was shot in the stomach without being a gift-giving grandfather, how can this make sense?

By the way, what is in the hands of this monkey?

Such a strange magic weapon, I have never seen it before.

Before Guanyin could figure out what Sun Wukong was holding, he saw "Tang Seng" jump down and run in front of him.

"Master, it's a pleasure to meet you, are you here to give me something?" Bai Ye grabbed Guanyin's hand and shook it twice, and asked with a smile on his face.

"Uh-"

Guanyin was stunned. From the time he sent Tang Seng on the road to now, what happened to the other party, and why did it change so much?

"This bottle was given to me?" Bai Ye asked.

"No." Guanyin immediately put away the jade bottle.

what's the situation?

After being glanced at by Tang Seng, there was a feeling of "this bottle is not guaranteed".

"Oh, no." Bai Ye said, "Then there must be other good things?"

"...Xuanzang, you—" Guanyin felt that his language organization ability was greatly challenged, and after thinking for a while, he asked, "Have you fallen into a demon?"

"Why don't I ask you to order something? Why are you scolding people! Didn't you want me to set foot on the road to the west?" Bai Ye said, "Isn't it a basic operation to give something good?"

"The brave man sets out to fight the Demon King, and the village chief will give him a novice sword. When he comes to you, he has nothing left?"

Bai Ye had already seen Tang Seng's back basket, except for the clothes, customs clearance papers, and alms bowl, there was nothing left.

No splendid cassocks, no hoops.

Does this sound like a word?

Nothing, what did Bai Ye copy to sell for money?

Now that someone has come, Bai Ye certainly wants to keep him - the good thing that should be given in his hand.

It doesn't matter whether those things are arranged by Jin Chanzi or prepared by the Tathagata.

It's all night.

Guanyin felt that he wanted to scold people very much now, and he was also sure that the "learners" in this life were really unusual.

"I have something for you." Guanyin said, and took out a golden hoop.

Without waiting to introduce the function, it was taken away by Bai Ye at once.

"What else?" Bai Ye continued to stretch out his hand confidently, pretending to be a hand-stretching party.

He is now a man of scriptures, and his equipment is justified.

Guanyin had a dark face and took out another cassock.

It's just that this cassock is bright red, and it looks more like a murderous soldier than Sun Wukong's golden cudgel.

When the cassock was taken out by Guanyin, Sun Wukong also stopped fiddling with Gatling in his hand and looked here.

"Jin Lan cassock—" This time, Guanyin had the opportunity to say the name of the cassock.

After speaking, the cassock disappeared from his hands again.

"Calm down, it was originally intended for him." Guanyin told himself in his heart, showing a "grim" smile to Bai Ye.

It felt like it was about to become a demon.

"Is it gone?" Bai Ye looked at Guanyin relentlessly, "Didn't you give me the bottle just now?"

"That's mine!" Guanyin couldn't hold back.

"The monks are merciful. I sensed your killing intent just now, Master, are you still a monk?" Bai Ye looked at Guanyin seriously.

"…"

Guanyin disappeared.

He felt that if he stayed any longer, he was really going to break his precept.

"What about three hairs! Hey, Master Guanyin? Guanyin Bodhisattva?" Bai Ye shouted, but Guanyin didn't respond. He really walked away.

The gift-giving grandpa is also unique.

"Crack."

At this moment, a crisp sound came.

Bai Ye turned his head and saw that the Gatling in Sun Wukong's hand had become a pile of parts.

"I just want to try this thing, hard or not—" said Sun Wukong.

Gatling is definitely hard, even if you hit the stone directly, the stone will not be Gatling.

However, after all, it is a "skill-type" instrument, how can it withstand the tossing of Sun Wukong.

Unbearable to be humiliated at the moment, to die.

The function of expressing yourself with life is to "fire bullets", not to smash people and ground into the air.

"Wukong." Bai Ye walked over and touched Sun Wukong's head.

Sun Wukong did not resist, he felt that the air seemed to be dignified.

"Do you know that this magic weapon is very precious?" Bai Ye Nianhua asked with a smile.

Sun Wukong did not nod.

Because his head was caught by Bai Ye.

"The monks are compassionate, and I can't commit anger. I must keep smiling." Bai Ye asked with a smile, "So, where do you want to bury Wukong? I never thought that on the way to the west, the first person to be buried was yourself. disciple."

"…"

Sun Wukong opened his mouth and hesitated.

"Wukong, do you have any last words?" Bai Ye asked.

"Don't do this?" Sun Wukong thought about it and said, "Isn't it just a magic weapon?"

When he robbed the Dragon King of the East China Sea, no one else had to die or live.

"The magic weapon is very precious. Once it is damaged, it means losing money. Losing money means going bankrupt, and going bankrupt means this life is in vain." Bai Ye said.

"...I'll pay you one?" said Sun Wukong.

"Say it earlier, give me the golden hoop stick, you are still very good, Tu'er." Bai Ye let go of his hand and smiled.

"...It doesn't work!"

Sun Wukong jumped a step back suddenly, what kind of structure is this monk?

Why are you so greedy for money, are you really a monk?

It's really going to be hard, it's a big deal, everyone turns their faces!

Grandpa Sun smashed 500 sticks in one breath, and he was not a vegetarian.

"Gatlin! Gatlin, you died so miserably! I've been with you for so many years, I just wanted to find a good master for you and let you shoot something, but I didn't expect the white-haired man to send the black-haired man!" Bai Ye didn't come hard, suddenly turned around, and wailed at the fragments of Gatling on the ground, "Death before leaving the apprenticeship, the hero of the leader is full of tears!"

"…"

Sun Wukong felt like he was about to collapse.

Knowing that this monk is so evil, it would be better to stay at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain.

"Why don't you lend me the golden hoop for a while?" Bai Ye said, "I need it to soothe my wounded heart, and I will give it back to you when the wounds in my heart are healed."

"Okay~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But what if I encounter danger?" Monkey King asked.

"It's okay, I still have Gatling No. 2 here." Bai Ye took out another Gatling.

"…"

After half an hour, Bai Ye and the others set off again.

Sun Wukong carried a large Gatling on his back, his armor was replaced by a black suit, and he was wearing sunglasses.

Satisfied written on his face.

Although he seemed reluctant at first, his body was still very honest, and he was very satisfied with his current shape.

In particular, Tang Sanfu, who was behind him, also took out a strange thing, playing the music called "Superstar in Troubled Times". Sun Wukong felt that his current level of pulling style was about to catch up with the time when the Great Sage Monkey King was erected back then. .

The seven saints swoop in worship, and ten thousand demons worship.

I don't know what happened to my brothers...