Zhou Meng was silent for a while and spat: "It's too late to transform now."

"Ha ha."

Zhou Meng pondered for a moment and whispered: "If you are really not a bad person, would you like to follow me? You should be able to see that my identity is different. If you follow me, I can guarantee you a good future."

Wang Fei looked at her weirdly. After a long time, he chuckled: "Thank you for your kindness, but I still have to go to high school. Working hard for the college entrance examination is what I should do. Fighting and killing, it's still too much now.

morning."

Zhou Meng could naturally hear the perfunctory in his words, and felt so angry that he stopped talking.

One of them sat and the other lay down, listening to the sound of the waves slapping on the desk, sometimes chatting, sometimes looking at the dark night sky, unknowingly, they created a romantic atmosphere.

Zhou Meng thought about it and wanted to persuade her again. Although this person looked unreliable, he could fight back four or five killers of Yinfeng without saying a sound, and he used acupuncture to cure her severe injuries.

It's really a big deal. It would be a pity if such talents were not won over.

Just as she was about to speak, Wang Fei suddenly stood up and leaned over to kiss her lips.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Fei shook his body, and the man was ten meters away. A loud laughter came from afar: "Beauty, your anesthesia effect will be solved in one minute. See you again if you are destined to be there."

Zhou Meng was so angry that after a minute, her limbs had indeed recovered some consciousness. She slowly sat up. She gritted her teeth and punched the sand. After a while, her charming and gorgeous cheeks were on her face.

, a smile appeared quietly.

"Wang Fei, you little bastard."

"Nine hundred and fifty-eight, nine hundred and fifty-nine..." In the living room, a tall and thin boy was carrying the barbell in sweat.

The boy was shirtless, his pale skin was covered with sweat, and his protruding ribs made him look weak. In sharp contrast to his thinness, the barbell he raised above his head, with each side of the bar bar

There are four 25 kilogram barbell pieces, plus the weight of the barbell itself, and the total weight is definitely more than 200 kilograms.

With his weak body, it was incredible that he could lift the huge barbell. But he kept lifting it up and putting it down until he shouted a thousand times.

Go down.

Wang Fei sat on the sofa lazily, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and took out a yellowed book from his arms: "The practice of exercises has fallen into a bottleneck, and simple load-bearing can no longer improve physical strength. Now

The only hope is to unravel the secrets in the Yijin Jing."

Wang Fei has lived in Jinguang Temple since he can remember. The old monk who adopted him, the name of Abstaining from Killing. He did not know his age, his hometown, and his specialty: breaking the precepts.

In the ancient martial arts world, the three words "avoid killing" are still very influential. According to words, it is said that this is a respected monk with great skills but never bullies the weak. He is a truly compassionate Buddhist genius with a strong heart.

.Wang Fei sneered at this kind of glorious legend.

When Wang Fei was six years old, he encountered an old monk drinking and eating meat. The monk said to him seriously: "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart. As long as there is a Buddha in his heart, there is no need to stick to external forms.

When Wang Fei was ten years old, he saw the old monk beat someone up angrily and kicked the right leg of the head of the Innate Wuji Sect. The monk said with a solemn look on his face: Jiechen is right, and he must also divide the time and the target, or Vajra

Why are you angry?

When Wang Fei was sixteen years old, he caught the monk and looked at the national treasures of the island country. At that time, the monk could subdue dragons and tigers with his right hand holding his spear that looked proudly at the martial arts world. The master and apprentice stared at each other for ten minutes.

The second old monk didn't explain anything else and sent him directly to Yuanshi No. 1 Middle School to go to school.

It’s just that whenever the old monk does something that breaks the precepts, he will always be hit by him. As for whether this is a coincidence, only Wang Fei himself knows it.

His eyes were staring at the broken book in his hand. Those who didn't know thought he had found some antiques on the street stall. In fact, the name of this book is quite amazing: the one from Shaolin Yijinjing is!

Yi Jin is famous for a long time, and the old monk also looked solemn when he gave it to him, but he always felt that this technique was blown out.

Ordinary martial artists must have found a treasure when they see this Yijin Jing, and were shocked by the heavenly book. But in the eyes of the ancient martial artist Wang Fei, this book is worthless at all. He always felt that all the profound things were hidden.
Chapter completed!