Sure enough, neither of them came back that night, and neither of them went to check out a room in a small hotel.

Wang Fei was very depressed after destroying the secret book, and was not in the mood to exert any more energy. After watching TV for a while, he was bored, so he did his homework before going to bed. The so-called homework before going to bed is to meditate in concentration and circulate the real power in the body for seven days.

A small Zhou Tian, ​​with his current cultivation level, is not yet capable of moving his true power into a big Zhou Tian.

He had only been practicing for three small weeks, and he was a little surprised by the overwhelming feeling of tiredness. He was usually energized after practicing the exercises, but today he was tired. This was a bit abnormal. Before he could think about it,

The reason for this was that boundless sleepiness swept through his nerves like sea water. With a pop, he fell straight on the bed and fell asleep, his body maintaining a meditative posture.

Chaos.

Wang Fei looked at the surroundings shrouded in clouds and mist and concluded that this was a dream.

The dream was not scary, but it was obviously not a natural dream. There was something strange and strange about it, and Wang Fei didn't dare to be on guard. He observed it for a long time, and then cautiously took a step forward.

His steps were light enough, but his reaction was still earth-shattering.

It was indeed earth-shattering. A huge crack of five or six meters wide opened in the entire earth. Countless meteorites rained down from the sky, blowing the earth apart like cannonballs. Dark clouds rolled, heavy rain poured down, and lightning struck...

"I'll go, it's the end of the world!" Although Wang Fei has some martial arts skills, how can he dare to compete with Tianwei? If nothing else, a small piece of meteorite can smash him into a pile of meat paste. He screamed strangely and ran away.

, whoever doesn’t run away from this scene is a fool.

"Almsgiver." A monk with a golden light shining all over his body suddenly stood in front of him, with a slight smile on his face.

"Don't block my way!" Wang Fei was so anxious that he couldn't care less about mercy and kicked him directly.

The monk's right hand stretched out like lightning, and his little finger flicked his leg. His leg immediately became numb and lost consciousness.

Wang Fei was shocked and angry, and asked sternly: "Who are you? Why did you attack me?"

The monk put his hands together and said solemnly: "Amitabha, the poor monk's name, Bodhidharma!"

"Dad your sister's massage!" Wang Fei used his left foot as a support, his breath sank in his Dantian, and he spread his wings like an eagle and flew high. His right hand became a claw and grabbed the monk's shoulder.

Wang Fei was very satisfied with his volley attack. This posture, momentum, and strength were really a textbook classic strike.

The monk slowly stretched out his right hand, and flicked his little finger on his arm. He lost feeling in one arm, and his body lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground hard.

"Dharma, Dharma." Wang Fei raised his head in astonishment: "Are you Dharma, the originator of Shaolin martial arts?"

The monk's face showed a look of joy: "I never thought that future generations would still hear the name of Shaolin. How many famous ancient temples have been turned into ruins. I never thought that the small Shaolin Temple could pass down my Zen Buddhism. Amitabha, that's so good."

"Oh my God, it's Brother Da. I've admired you for a long time. I've heard of your name for a long time." It doesn't matter whether you are Bodhidharma or not. He has been practicing martial arts for eighteen years, and in the end, people beat him without even touching him.

On his fingers, he bounced twice with his little finger, and he abandoned one arm and legs, and then it was estimated that you would have to make your head: "One reed crossing the river is you doing it? Ten years of the face of the wall is you done?

Worship is like a surging river. I'll treat you to mutton kebabs and draft beer when you have time."

After saying that, he limped around Bodhidharma and ran away.

Bodhidharma stretched out his right little finger again and flicked it in the air. Wang Fei screamed, his left leg became numb, and he knelt down involuntarily.

"Badonkey, are you sick?"

"Bald donkey?" Bodhidharma was really angry this time, and kicked him on the butt. When the kick went down, Wang Fei's whole body felt sharp pain like needle pricks, and the pain was itchy, and he was also itchy.

Ma, after all, life is worse than death.

Wang Fei has been practicing ancient martial arts since he was a child. He has never suffered such a big loss. He started to curse: "Bald thief, Hua Monk, you old turtle who gave birth to a child without an asshole. Sooner or later, I will cook your Dantian and slap your vagina."

Lingjin..."

"Are you a bald thief?" "Are you a flower monk?" "Are you an old turtle?"

Every time Bodhidharma repeated a sentence, he would kick him. Wang Fei felt that every cell in his body seemed to be swelling, every muscle and vein seemed to be roasted on a raging fire, and every drop of blood had been drugged without any cure.

He was so poisonous that he would rather die than endure this kind of pain.

However, he was stubborn by nature. The harder Bodhidharma beat him, the harder he scolded him, but he refused to beg for mercy.
Chapter completed!