Chapter 177

At this point, Nanmen Feng angrily stared at the little monk mikong, and his face gradually became bad. "Monks don't lie, but you deceived me miserably..."

Nanmen Feng estimated that the little monk had noticed his identity as early as he was in the desert city, but he kept hiding it, and his heart was clear.

Monks don't lie?

Little monk mikong lowered his head deeper, and a surprised smile rose on his face. He didn't expect nanmenfeng to know that there was such a Buddhist sutra.

"Well, since you have known each other for a long time, it also saves a lot of effort!"

Monk du'e stood up, put his hands on his back, looked at the maple at the south gate, showed an imperceptible smile, and said, "mikong started earlier than you, and his cultivation is higher than you. From now on, he will be your senior brother. You need to wash him every morning, and you also need to do three meals every day..."

Wait, wait!

Before du'e finished his words, Nanmen Feng was in a hurry.

"You asked me to wash him and make him three meals a day..."

Nanmen Feng asked incredulously, pointing to his jaw.

Whether it is the unparalleled Supreme Identity in the previous life or the identity of the young master of the Lin family, Nanmen Feng's dignity will never allow him to live under people.

At this time, monk du'e asked him to do these things, no doubt treating him as a servant.

How can Nanmen Maple not be in a hurry?

"You are a junior brother, and he is a senior brother. This is your duty. Why, you can't be convinced?"

Monk du'e suddenly frowned with his thick and thin thumb, and the whole room was as cold as an ice cellar.

"I... i... Hoo Hoo..."

Nanmen Maple's face was convulsed, his teeth were creaking, and a smoldering air like a flame gathered in his chest.

He's not convinced?

This is necessary!

Nanmen Feng was originally a wolf king with extreme arrogance. If he was willing to bow his head, it would be a big joke.

"Hum!"

Seeing that Nanmen Maple was angry and dared not speak, monk du'e raised a sneer on his face and immediately raised his head slightly.

"Of course, the generation of martial brothers is up to you. Anyway, one of you must be a junior brother, and one must cook, cut firewood and fetch water!"

Monk du'e looked obliquely at Feng and mikong in the south gate and wanted to see the look of these two guys.

"In that case, come on, little monk!"

Mikong took the lead in opening his mouth and looked at the maple in the South Gate with kindness.

At this time, monk du'e glanced at the maple at the south gate.

"Damn, damn!"

Nanmen Feng was so angry that his scalp exploded. If he acquiesced in this way at the moment, who would he be?

An asshole who bullies the weak and bullies the honest?

"Little bald lad, don't do this. I don't need anyone's sympathy!"

Nanmen Feng gnashed his teeth, immediately raised the unknown knife in his hand and said ruthlessly, "you and I duel. The loser will be the younger martial brother, responsible for fetching water and cutting firewood at the Mountain Gate..."

"This... All right!"

Mikong was slightly surprised, and immediately smiled again. He knew the character of Nanmen Feng for a long time, and decided to give in later to let Nanmen Feng win.

After all, mikong and nanmenfeng are two diametrically opposed people. Mikong doesn't care about victory or defeat, nor does he care about the so-called difference between brother and brother.

But at this time, monk du'e opened his mouth. He was confused without losing his wisdom. Naturally, he saw through Mi Kong's mind.

"Mikong, your accomplishments are much higher than those of Nanmen Feng. If you lose, go back to your barbarians. Don't claim to be a disciple of Wuxiang Temple in the future!"

"This... How can this work?"

As soon as monk du'e's voice fell, MI Kong's face changed in an uproar. He hurriedly said, "I started at the age of six. I've been blessed by the master for nearly ten years. I've already decided to be a Buddha without appearance all my life. How can you drive me out for such a small matter?"

Little monk mikong was frightened and frightened.

"Hum!"

Monk du'e still had his nose to the sky and said, "at this time, the master of Wuxiang Temple is the SA family. Whether you like it or not, you have to do things according to the SA family's rules!"

"Either defeat Nanmen Feng as a senior brother or expel him from the school. Choose for yourself!"

Quiet

In the narrow room, the needle suddenly became audible.

Mikong and nanmenfeng also saw that the so-called master brother was just a hush.

The real purpose of monk du'e is to make their martial brothers duel.

"Hoo..."

Little monk mikong took a deep breath and looked at the maple in the south gate. The golden flame gradually reflected in Qingzhan's eyes.

He doesn't want to be expelled from the school, so he can't lose!

And Nanmen Feng also looked at him at this time.

In the dark eyes, the dark clouds were roaring.

He doesn't want to be someone else's little brother, let alone admit defeat.

……

Half an hour later, the side mountain of Wuxiang Temple was near the cliff edge of the tributary of canglan river.

On the lower right is the turbulent mountain stream, on the left is the towering dense forest, only at the foot, it seems to be a naturally formed square.

"Younger martial brother Nanmen, your injury has not healed yet, and there are new injuries. You can't move at this time. You'd better admit defeat!"

The little monk Mi Kong put his hands on his chest and said with a little prayer.

"You called me before you even hit?"

Nanmen Feng sneered and immediately pulled out his knife. "Let me see what you can do!"

"Alas..."

Mikong remained unmoved, closed his eyes and silently recited the Jingxin Sutra. A blue and yellow cloud transpiration from his whole body and formed a nothingness mask centered on his palm.

Heavy Jun Dao

The maple in the South Gate jumped three or four feet off the ground. The original four foot long chopping knife suddenly gave birth to invisible sword Qi under the influx of majestic spiritual power.

Fall!

With a roar, the heavy Jun Dao fell invincibly.

Bang

The heavy Jun Dao collided with the turquoise yellow light shield, and the huge impact made the surrounding gravel float into the air like feathers.

Nanmen Maple only felt that he seemed to have cut down the hardest rock in the world. His arms were stabbed to the extreme because of the impact aftershock. If it were not for the spiritual power of Nanmen maple, he would have been shaken out at the moment.

"What a powerful force!"

Hum... Ji

The nameless knife was suddenly overwhelmed and screamed. If Nanmen Maple didn't stop at this time, the nameless knife might be hurt.

"Damn it!"

Nanmen Feng was connected with the nameless Dao. Naturally, he couldn't bear to let the nameless Dao be damaged. He gritted his teeth, put away his strength and retreated.

Bang Bang

The flying stones splashed down like a rainstorm.

Mikong still didn't open his eyes, but Nanmen Maple was extremely flawed.

This powerful body protecting vigorous Qi has never been seen by Nanmen maple. It looks ordinary and weak like a fog.

But in fact, it is as powerful as a defensive spirit weapon.

"If you like, we'll stop!"

Little monk mikong opened his eyes slightly. He looked at the South Gate Maple's trembling arms because of the aftershock. He couldn't bear it in his heart.

Not to mention that his cultivation level is far higher than that of Nanmen Feng. Even if he has the same cultivation level, Nanmen Feng is not so easy to break his defense.

If we continue to fight, Nanmen Maple will only be killed by the live anti earthquake.

"OK, you big head!"

Nanmen Feng shouted angrily, inserted an unknown knife into the ground, rolled up his sleeve and went up barehanded.

Bang Bang

The dull but loud sound kept ringing when the maple meat fist at the South Gate hit the barrier.

Although each punch is not as sharp as the knife, it is also a full blow.

Even if it can't shake mikong, it means that Nanmen maple is unwilling and uncompromising.

Knowing that they are defeated, they insist on the enemy. In the eyes of most people, this kind of behavior is an idiot behavior of self humiliation.

But they don't know. This is Nanmen maple.

Even if the enemy is as powerful as God, when he has to fight, Nanmen Maple will bravely come forward and will not retreat at all.

What's the fear of injury? What's the fear of death?

When a man walks, he will stand on the blue sky, step on the earth, put life and death aside, and fight only for the dignity of his heart.

The attack continued, and the dull sound of impact rang through without stopping.

At the foot of a big tree in the dense forest, monk du'e looked at them, and his old face showed unspeakable joy.

From the first time monk du'e saw Nanmen maple, monk du'e saw through the beast nature of Nanmen maple.

He knew that he could never tame the beast by himself.

Therefore, monk du'e sent a message to the barbarians and let mikong, who had been traveling in the barbarian world, return to the temple gate.

What he did was to arouse Nanmen Maple's competitive heart and force Nanmen maple to become strong.

A moment later, monk du'e appeared on the edge of the cliff and stopped drinking. They stopped.

At this time, nanmenfeng leaned against the boulder. His body was already exhausted. The injury caused by Princess Qingyao also burst out blood again.

Even if monk du'e didn't stop him, he didn't have the strength to punch again.

"You have won and lost. From today on, mikong is your brother and Nanmen Feng is your brother. From now on, the day of the beginning of each month is the time for you to duel..."

"The strong are brothers and the weak are brothers!"

After that, monk du'e took a negative hand and looked at the decadent Nanmen maple to see if Nanmen Maple would refute.

"Hum!"

Nanmen Feng disdained not to cross his head. Even if he lost, he didn't want monk du'e to see his face.

"Good, that's it!"

Monk du'e hooked his mouth, smiled softly, and immediately strode away.

"Junior brother Nanmen, how are you..."

When monk du'e left, little monk mikong hurried forward and wanted to deliver some spiritual power to Nanmen maple to relieve the load on his body.

"Go away, you don't have to help me!"

The first two times, Nanmen Maple pushed away mikong.

Although. Nanmen Feng knew that mikong was not hypocritical, but really wanted to help him, but Nanmen Feng still couldn't accept it.

However, mikong didn't care at all. He put his arms on the vest of Nanmen maple for the third time to deliver real yuan for him.

This time, Nanmen Feng didn't resist any more and slowly closed his arrogant eyes and head.

Monk du'e's plot has achieved unprecedented results.

At this time, Nanmen Maple had only one idea in his heart.

That is to become strong, strong enough to surpass the emptiness.

Not for hatred, nor for jealousy, nor for the so-called martial brother.

Just want to simply surpass.

Simple and powerful.

The next day.

At the beginning of the morning, before the rising sun had time to take off, the maple at the south gate opened the empty door with food.

"Elder martial brother Nanmen, you are so beautiful!"

Mikong habitually crosses his legs in bed to adjust his breath. He watches the food in the hands of Nanmen Feng.

"What's this? I'm willing to admit defeat. You deserve it. I'm Nanmen Feng. I cook for the first time in my life. You should be honored..."

In a cold sentence, Nanmen Maple suddenly put the food on the table.