On the contrary, it was his fist that hurt so much, as if the bones were about to burst.

I heard that in Buddhism, there is a technique called Vajra Indestructibility. Once you practice it to the state of great perfection, you can transform into a magical weapon that cannot be shaken by all kinds of attacks and is as powerful as Vajra Arhat.

Is it possible that the bald donkey in front of me has practiced this method?

The other two guards, as if awakening from a dream, each used their killing moves to kill Monk Mingxin.

"The young monk is just..."

"Bang! Bang!"

"The little monk only..."

"Click! Click!"

"Little monk..."

"Pfft! Pfft!"

"that……"

"Boom! Boom!"

"Bald Donkey, go to hell!"

"Why are you so resistant to beating? My hands are numb."

Monk Mingxin's words were interrupted again and again.

All kinds of attacks fell on him crazily.

No matter how patient you are, you will inevitably get angry.

"you you……"

Monk Mingxin's forehead had blue veins visible to the naked eye.

All tolerance and patience are exhausted.
Chapter completed!