Give the world of mixed martial arts a little bit of the shock of the Thunderbolt Monk

"This happened a long time ago, since...why are you sitting so far away?"

After Su Xuyuan finished counting his glorious achievements, he looked up and found that the person was gone. When he turned around, he saw that Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Zhaixing had dragged their chairs to the table where Tian Luozi and Liu Qingyuan were sitting.

And because Liu Qingyuan had been playing with his chair tilted in a very dangerous posture, both of them were afraid that he would fall down and harm Chi Yu, so they both chose to sit next to Tian Luozi, just one on the left and one on the right.

"Why are you not the son of the King of Hell?"

Tian Luozi leaned on the table with his chin in one hand. After listening to Su Xuyuan's deeds, he felt that if the other party was the son of the King of Hell in the first place, that guy might not have the chance to harm so many generations of princes, and Su Xuyuan might even be there. Killed on the spot.

"Forget it, he doesn't deserve it."

Not just anyone can be his father.

"...That's right, the King of Hell is not a guy worthy of being a father."

Although Tianluozi is also the king of hell in essence, I am sorry to say that the king of hell is the king of hell, and Tianluozi is the son of Tianluo. Please do not tie them up.

If you say how failed the King of Hell was in his life, even his own brain turned against him. And when it comes to scolding the King of Hell, no matter which prince you ask, you will get unanimous support and agreement.

"Your father-son relationship is quite complicated."

Sikong Zhaixing made a somewhat feeble complaint. His father and his son were like enemies. He felt that even if these people didn't come out to save the common people, their daily lives would be "colorful" enough.

Although there are ordinary families where fathers and sons are particularly unhappy, and there are some who simply abandon their humanity, the frequency among innate people is really too high.

"Just a small question, do any of you cultivators have a happy and normal family?"

In addition to all kinds of grievances and hatreds, most of them either have no father or mother, or both parents are dead. Furthermore, the composition of the parents is a little special, with mixed races, mixed genders, and mixed positions.

"Don't Xiao Huangmao's house look pretty good?"

Liu Qingyuan read the entire book, and he felt that Su Xuyuan's writing was a bit exaggerated. Did he design so many outrageous plots when arranging the plot?

Su Xuyuan: Do you always have any misunderstandings about yourself?

"Shu Twelve's family is happy and normal, Shangui, are you sure?"

Every time Tian Luozi looked in the direction of Liu Qingyuan, he was thinking about when this person would fall off the chair. If it didn't work, he could give him a kick.

"Little Huang Mao is not living a very good life now."

Since the arrival of Yu Cixin and Jianchu, the family of three has been bound together. Shu Twelve introduced things in the city to his parents. Yucixin and Jianchu respectively knew their son's two martial arts and enjoyed the happiness of their family relationship. .

Just when he heard about Shu Twelve's family, Lu Xiaofeng thought of the frightening past events from the four worlds that the other party told him in the past. Everyone spent the afternoon sorting it out, but they didn't understand the differences between the four countries in this different world. of love and hatred.

With so many people and complex relationships, it is a miracle that the country has not been overrun.

"It's just that everything is over now. The turmoil in the Four Realms in the past has affected many places."

Yehu Chan took advantage of the fact that Wei Tuo and Yun Guo Dihun were both seriously injured in Lou Zhi, and secretly took back his wine gourd, and happened to come here for a walk.

"Why are you five sitting here alone?"

"It's just a coincidence."

This is not a place where people usually chat and play. It’s just that Su Xuyuan just found a random place on the steps to sit and write something. Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Zhaixing passed by and stayed to watch him write out of curiosity, and then Tianluozi Pulling Liu Qingyuan over, everyone finally walked up the steps and sat on the tables and chairs on the viewing platform.

"Qiu Yinzi has been here for a while, why don't you go and take a look?"

Seeing Su Xuyuan here, Yehu Chan asked a similar question to Tian Luozi, but the young man in blue just shook his head slightly and expressed no interest.

It seems that in everyone's eyes, Su Xuyuan will always follow his father except when conflicts are serious. Although he is not an accessory, this binding relationship has actually become a "consensus".

But no one knows how this idea came to be, or why they think so.

"This guy Yan Da is quite difficult to beat, and he actually has such a back-up plan."

Seeing that there weren't many people here, and there wouldn't be many coming here in a while, Yahu Chan simply lifted up his clothes and found a place to sit down on the steps.

This place was originally just a small platform for viewing. There were only two tables on the upper platform and not many chairs. The way Liu Qingyuan sat in such a way that he could not fall down made people feel sad. Yehu Chan was not a very hypocritical person. , I just sat on the steps with the wine gourd next to me, feeling very comfortable.

"Did the Supreme Buddha return the wine gourd to you?"

Because of the obstruction in the viewing angle, Tian Luozi could not clearly see what Yehu Chan was holding. When he heard the sound of him putting something down, he stretched his head and looked over. It turned out to be Yehu Chan's wine gourd that he had not seen for a long time.

The Buddha of Heaven learned from the method of weighing wine with the forbidden satin, and confiscated the wine gourd of his junior brother. Everyone in Buddhism knows this. Now that this thing has returned to Yehu Chan's hands, the Buddha of Heaven doesn't care about it?

"How can it be!"

The possibility that Lou Zhiweituo would take the initiative to return the bottle of wine to him was lower than the possibility that Lou Zhiweituo would drink on his own.

"I relied on myself to get it back while Old Bald and Guozi were seriously injured."

"... until the Buddha recovers from his injury, you'd better not let him see this thing."

When he took it back, he saw that this person had stolen it through the window, otherwise why would he come to a sparsely populated place for a walk?

Su Xuyuan came here to write quietly, and Tian Luo Zi came here to pull the other naughty kid away from the crowd to prevent him from making rude remarks and getting beaten up. As for Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Zhaixing, it is said that they wanted to exercise their five senses, so they went to a quieter place.

Yehu Chan, on the other hand, was obviously not compatible with any of these options. Moreover, he knew that Jiu Yinzi was coming, so he must have come from Jiu Yinzi’s side and would go to a place with few people. I’m afraid it’s because of this wine. gourd.

"Don't worry, the smelly old bald man can still withstand a few beatings from me. But you, why don't you go and say you're too old?"

"I have to watch this guy."

Tian Luozi pointed at Liu Qingyuan, and then sighed heavily. The other person had begun to change from tilting his chair to turning his chair.

"...You are really not afraid of falling."

"There's no need for you bald asses to care."

From the surface, it seems that there are two Buddhist cultivators here, Tianluozi and Yehuchan, but Su Xuyuan worshiped a Buddhist master from the beginning, practiced Buddhist techniques, grew up in Buddhism, and even served as a host. The current situation is not much different from returning to secular life and retreating into seclusion, but he is actually one of the "bald donkeys".

"Oh, is it so?"

Yehu Chan picked up the wine gourd and took a sip, then slapped the steps below him. Everyone felt the floor beneath their feet shake slightly, and then...

"boom!"

The rising boy in red who was playing on the chair suddenly fell down, and because he fell too suddenly, he was unable to cope with it. He followed the momentum of his fall and rolled down the steps, and finally "Plop!" He fell to the bottom, which is the bottom of the entire stand.