A guy who had just lost the battle stared at the two and laughed loudly, "I thought I would be ranked at the bottom here, but I didn't expect that there are two guys here. Are you sure you are not the new sweeping monks?"

"Master, do you want to teach them a lesson?"

Buddha boy said.

When those people heard the Buddha boy say these words, they laughed even more unscrupulously. A little monk who was seven or eight years old and hadn't even grown any hair actually said such arrogant words to them.

"Tong Yan Wuji, Tong Yan Wuji, little monk, we won't blame you for joking!"

Those people laughed wildly, and the tense atmosphere of the discussion completely disappeared.

Xu Feng shook his head, "Remember what they look like, and kick their butts one by one during the election campaign!"

The Buddhist boy nodded.

"Hey, what did you just say? You still want this little monk to kick our butts? Are you kidding me, you two sweeping monks, are you still wishful thinking and want to run for the dean?"

There was another burst of contemptuous ridicule.

They don't want to take action against Xu Feng and Buddha Boy. After all, if they use cultivators like them to deal with ordinary people, they will definitely make people laugh. By then, even if they have the ability to run for the dean, they will be branded with words.

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The Buddha boy said, "Master, why am I kicking their butts and not you?"

He was confused. Shouldn't it be Master who should run for the dean?

"Do you think your master looks like a monk?"

Xu Feng shook his head. He had no Buddhist power in his body at all, and was not qualified to run for the dean at all. But Buddha Boy was different. He had the purest Buddhist power in his body, and he also inherited the power of the deceased god.

With the heart of gods and Buddhas, with such qualifications, it makes no sense not to run for dean.
Chapter completed!