Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

Taoist Mei Yun was so frightened that his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.

The golden light on the stage dissipated, and Xiao Lin was intact. A layer of light jade-colored luster flowed on his surface and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He looked inside himself and saw that his bones were originally covered with a thin layer of gray shackles, which were gradually peeling off, revealing bones that were as smooth and translucent as jade, and glowing with brilliance.

The endless energy spread along the slender bones inch by inch, and the whole body seemed to have endless strength.

The mechanic's external force plus the operation of his internal spiritual skills, what seemed like a thrilling blow, actually played a big role, and the seal on the surface of the jade bone was finally broken.

Xiao Lin half closed his eyes and smiled softly, pinching his finger bones until they crackled, "Thank you, Senior."

Mechanic... The mechanic had a complicated expression.

In fact, he felt something was wrong when he smashed it down with his life-saving magic weapon.

The touch doesn't feel right.

The bronze bell seemed to have fallen on an extremely hard piece of jade, causing his life-saving magic weapon to vibrate violently for a long time. His arm was even shaken to the point of losing consciousness in that instant.

Looking at his junior's extremely gentle smile and his clenched fists, the mechanic swallowed hard, alarm bells rang in his heart, and he suddenly felt an unprecedented panic.

Just panicked.

There is also a fear that is difficult to express.

Anyway, my spiritual energy has been exhausted.

He gritted his teeth: "I——"

"puff--"

There was a sharp pain and the mechanic's face was dislocated.

Xiao Lin smiled gently, flicked his fingers, and punched again as fast as the wind.

"Don't worry, senior. I understand. I will do my best and leave no regrets for you."

But the shadow must have remained.

"Grass!"

The mechanic hadn't even uttered a single curse word when he was punched away again.

Retaliation, this must be retaliation!

He admitted that he felt pretty good when he chased after his junior classmates with a clock in his hand and smashed them.

Now he is the one being beaten, how aggrieved he feels.

Thus, the fifth graders in the audience seemed to have witnessed an extremely magical scene.

They were the top student in their grade, with thick skin and strong muscles, and could defeat ten weak physical cultivators with one punch. But now, he was beaten back in a panic with his bare hands by a sword cultivator who looked like a pretty boy, and he kept holding his head to defend himself.

“…Is this a mechanic?”

"It looks like a big bear."

“Has the world gone crazy?”

"Why did that kid suddenly become so powerful?"

"… maybe he took some pills."

"He must be taking drugs!"

The fifth grader tried to comfort himself.

The mysterious energy completely burst out, and every time Xiao Lin threw a punch, it seemed that there was more power waiting to pour out.

It seems that this long-pent-up energy can still be a hidden danger if it is not consumed properly.

Xiao Lin thought for a moment, then his fist exploded through the air and fell like raindrops.

The miserable bald donkey Genmiao who was used as a punching bag on the spot: "..."

The ribs broke one by one.

Even though he is a very tough physical cultivator.

but.

It really hurts, okay!

Our bald donkey Genmiao, with a bruised face and nose, burst into tears. He also wanted to admit defeat, but every time he couldn't say anything, he was punched back in the stomach.

It's not necessary to hold a grudge like that.

The bunch of idiots in the audience kept yelling at him to fight back.

Why don’t you give it a try!

Those idiots have no idea how tough this guy is.

You think he doesn't want to fight back?

The result of him and Xiao Lin fighting each other was——

"Click"

Damn, my finger bone is broken.

Four of the five finger bones were broken.

This really doesn't work at all.

Not caring about his reputation at all, the mechanic just gave up and, with a loud bang, locked himself inside the bronze bell.

He is now like a turtle curled up in his shell.

It doesn’t really matter what’s on your face, it’s already swollen anyway.

He finally got a chance to catch his breath, and was just about to gather the energy in his dantian and shout out "I surrender."

"boom"

The bell rang loudly, instantly drowning out the words of surrender that he had finally mustered up the courage to shout.

The bell rang loudly, the mechanic's eyes became dull, and two lines of blood slowly flowed out of his ears.

Master! Help!

He covered his ears and curled up pitifully.

"Ah-"

A soft, white, and plump hand took out a handkerchief and wiped it, and Mr. Huojia gave an apologetic smile to the female donor opposite him.

The thousand-jin iron Zen staff was placed aside, and the bottom of the red gold bowl next to him was swimming with a dark color, like a black fish, emitting an evil aura.

It was a flood.

Putting down the empty bowl, Huojia lay Buddhist's fat face with kind eyes showed up, "Female Bodhisattva, can you give me another bowl of vegetarian food?"

The female Bodhisattva paused and changed the basin for him.

Her eyes inadvertently fell on the red gold bowl. She held the bowl with her ten slender fingers. Her slender little finger flashed a emerald blue light and inserted into the snow-white rice grains.

Her pretty face turned ferocious for a moment as she lowered her brows and looked submissive.

Damn it, you bald ass, you’ve taken two kilograms of drugs, why isn’t he falling down yet!

When I looked up again, she was already charming and smiling.

"Master, what are you talking about? The vegetarian food is enough. Master, you have worked hard to catch monsters for the people in the city. We are all grateful for your kindness."

There was a hint of worry in those orchid-like eyes.

“It’s just that this Buddhist master—”

Mr. Huojia pulled at the basin of fragrant and white vegetarian rice, but failed to grab it, as the female Bodhisattva's slender fingers were tightly grasping the edge of the iron basin.

He glanced to the side.

A Buddhist monk was lying on the ground in a slumped state.

Mr. Huojia smiled and chanted the Buddha's name, then raised his foot.

The Buddhist friend who was unconscious was kicked off the stool.

"It's nothing, I'm just tired."

Taking the vegetarian meal with a kind look on his face, Mr. Huojia explained softly.

The female Bodhisattva's expression almost broke.

Tired as shit!

When I didn’t see it, you bald ass guy knocked the man unconscious with your Zen stick, then picked up the Buddhist monk and threw him onto the stool like garbage.

The bald thief is rampant!

Don’t you guys in Wanfomen even try to pretend?

She roared in her heart.

The crowd that came to express their gratitude: "..."

This... vicious competition among peers?

The master certainly didn't mean to ignore the unconscious Buddhist monk like a blind man.

He glanced at the master's iron Zen stick, which was as thick as his arm.

The idea became more firm.

Well, the master must not have done it on purpose.