Chapter 2889

"Oh, there's no money again."

The young friar shook his head and sighed with a bitter look on his face. It can be seen that the money is very important to him, and he has no money. As the saying goes, a penny beats a hero, which is the best portrayal.

However, my feet were not slow at all. I hurried into the island for fear of being robbed of my position.

The problem of money can be solved slowly after all. Even if there is no money, as long as this life can survive temporarily, there is still hope and continue to become stronger. But if you stay outside the island and die unexpectedly, everything will be over.

It can be said that the young monk's psychological thoughts at this time coincide with many people.

The middle-aged friar smiled contemptuously. He has seen many such poor people. He dreams of coming to the sea for adventure, or bumping into some adventure, flying into the sky and reaching the sky step by step. He has seen many such people, which can be said to be too many.

However, the fate of most of these people is not good. Either they have been doing nothing all their life, working like flies all their life, or one day there is no news. No one may even know where they died.

He has no sympathy for such a person.

Of course, he won't ridicule or ridicule these people, because it's unnecessary. Doing so will only lower his level.

Shaking his head, the middle-aged monk continued, "OK, next."

At this time, Bruce Lee came to the front and joined a team, saying, "wait, I want to join a team."

"Jump in line?" The middle-aged monk's face sank, his eyebrows stood up, and his eyes showed a dangerous look.

Obviously, jumping in line is very unpopular with him.

Sure enough, after seeing Bruce Lee's intention, the people behind him immediately exploded. They glared at Bruce Lee one by one. They were very angry in their eyes, and some scolded them impolitely.

"How dare you jump in the line, boy? You dare to jump in my line? Get out of here."

"Don't jump the queue. Whoever dares to jump the queue and block in front of me, I'll kill him first. Boy, I advise you to get away as soon as possible if you know better."

"That is, the last person who dared to jump the queue has not recovered from the injury on his face. Why, boy, do you want to try my slap, strong enough?" At this time, one of his muscular men, who should have been his turn, blustered to Bruce Lee and threatened in a very bad tone.

Several people standing behind the muscular man also surrounded him with fierce eyes, trying to force Bruce Lee back.

Seeing this, the middle-aged monk didn't say much. He looked at the scene with a sneer. He wanted to see what kind of courage the guy suddenly appeared had to say such words.

"Oh?" Bruce Lee was not in a hurry at all. Instead, he had a good time. A strange smile appeared on his face. He looked back at the muscular man and said, "you just want to compare your muscles with me?"

It can be seen that this muscular man should be a self-cultivation man with remarkable accomplishments in the later stage of the holy land. His momentum is like a rainbow and his blood is as strong as a monster. It is amazing. He has runes like monsters on his body. It is obvious that he has cultivated some extremely powerful secret method.

It has to be said that with the strength of this muscular man, he really has enough hard capital in these casual repairs. No wonder he will be so confident.

However, it's not enough to see in front of Bruce Lee. At this time, Bruce Lee has long been able to fully control his own power. Therefore, he is very introverted and his breath is smooth. He looks like an ordinary Holy Land friar, and he can't even see a trace of Demon power.

Naturally, this muscular man can't perceive the gap between them, but it also gives Bruce Lee a good opportunity to take advantage of it.

Sure enough, the muscular man stood up with a defiant face and came to Bruce Lee. His two huge eyes were red. He stared at Bruce Lee fiercely, scolded and said, "it's me, so what? Hum, if you dare to jump the queue in front of me today, you have to ask me about my fist first, you..."

Pop!

Before he finished speaking, there was a very clear sound, which sounded like thunder in the whole sky. For a time, everyone was stunned.

The muscular man's head tilted to one side, and the whole person's eyes were filled with two big words "ignorant force", but the bursts of hot pain from his left face were incomparably real.

A huge handprint, crimson and almost purple, was printed on his face, telling everyone what had happened just now.

It turned out that Bruce Lee took advantage of the other party's inattention and made a bold move. He slapped the other party in the face and hit the other party's left face, which was swollen high, like a cooked big steamed stuffed bun, which was very terrible.

Because Bruce Lee was so cruel and painful, the people standing in line next to him were frightened and took several breaths.

Hissing ~ sounds constantly, it feels like this slap on your face, and your teeth ache very much.

When some people saw it, they subconsciously covered their face. There was a burst of fear in their eyes. They could not help but have a deeper understanding of Bruce Lee's strength.

Although the strength of these casual practitioners is not necessarily the strongest, they still have some eyesight. They can slap the muscular man in the face at such a close distance, and the other party has not responded at all. This strength is enough to explain many problems.

I can't help it. Those people who just yelled quickly shut up. After all, in the divine realm, although there are certain rules, there is only one rule, that is, fist.

Whoever has a big fist speaks.

For a time, the people in line behind were frightened and hurried back two or three steps to give up the space, so as not to suffer from fish in the pond, which would be very embarrassing.

"It's terrible. I was slapped so hard. You see, it's swollen. It's terrible." When the passers-by saw him, he couldn't help laughing in a low voice.

"What's the origin of this man? He slapped people directly. As the saying goes, it's good to slap people in the face. This slap is solid. I'm afraid it's embarrassing." Someone couldn't help teasing.

After being humiliated by the public, the muscular man lost his face. He was angry and angry. He would not give up. The whole face, including his neck, was red like a red soldering iron. He roared angrily: "you dare to hit me and die. I have to kill you today."

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