The old monk smiled faintly, "Brat, what's another bad idea you have?"
"After we stabilised, although we know that we can protect our bodies from the earth fire as long as we can really protect our bodies, some low cultivation people who are still scared out of their wits have been burnt into human balls by this earth fire, which is really abominable."
"Now, this earth fire is idle anyway, master asked me to get some fasting rice, my meaning is why not just take this earth fire as a ready-made fire."
When this statement was made, many monks clapped their hands and exchanged favours.
You, Han Qianqian, are attacking us with fire, but in the end, these fires are just things we use to cook rice, the intention is clearly to mock Han Qianqian.
The group of monks naturally clapped their hands in favour of such an approach.
"Even if you are more confident in your so-called Buddha children, you should not use such a method to provoke Han Qianqian." Hei Yu frowned at once and objected sternly.
What this fellow Han Qianqian would face once he was provoked, Hei Yu had long seen the answer from Ye Gucheng.
Thus, as soon as he heard this, he immediately objected.
"What? Are you scared out of your wits by Han Qianqian, Master Meditation?" The middle-aged monk was instantly dissatisfied.
"You bunch of vultures, what does this have to do with being scared or not? I ......"
But the words only reached halfway, but the old monk raised his hand, interrupting Hei Yu's words and said, "Master Hei, although Bu Zhi is a bit stubborn by nature, such a method may not be a good one."
"This method, to excite Han Three Thousand is secondary, but boosting the morale of my many disciples is the most important thing." The old monk said.
With one word, Hei Yu was blocked almost speechless: "But Master, you must not forget that Han Qianqian has the blood of the devil dragon inside him, the battle on the Trapped Dragon Mountain that day, the twin Great True Gods provoked Han Qianqian, but what was the result?"
"You Buddha Boy may be fierce, but are you confident that you can match the two Great True Gods?"
At this point, Hei Yu didn't care about any face, and directly questioned straightforwardly.
Even if the words were hard to hear and both sides might be embarrassed, it was better than being killed by Han Qianqian.
"Although a Buddha child is not as powerful as a true god, but being a Buddha child has its own special place, I'm not afraid of Han Qianqian what the blood of the devil dragon, but I'm afraid he won't use it." The old monk laughed blandly instead.
After saying that, he patted Hei Yu's shoulder and said confidently, "Don't worry, Master Hei, I have my own wonderful method, and the Buddha Boy also has his own ability."
"He has asked you to come and supervise the battle, so if there are any problems, the poor monk will bear them all, and there will be no connection with Master Hei, what do you think?"
Although the old monk had a polite tone and a smile on his face, it was obvious to all that the old monk was hiding a knife in his smile, meaning nothing more than for Hei Yu to stop meddling in the east and the west.
"Good, since the master wants to take full responsibility, then Hei Yu has nothing to say. However, I must remind you that if you fail this time, the consequences will not be something you can bear just because you want to." Hei Yu said in a cold voice.
The old monk smiled and did not retort, but merely waved his hand and told Bu Zhi to go and do it.
In a few moments, when Han Qianqian and that demon boy's gun and sword entered a white-hot competition, the valley was surrounded by the fragrance of rice, and even in order to mock Han Qianqian, the middle-aged monk deliberately made many people cook rice in situ at each word.
Subsequently, Han Qianqian smelled a burst of voices shouting in unison.
"Han Qianqian, can you make this fire bigger?"
"Fuck, I'm still waiting for your fire to stir fry, can you fucking give a little fire, fuck."
"Yeah, Han Qianqian, where's your fire?"
Hearing the ear-splitting jeers and laughter, Han Qianqian was honestly not moved at all.
If these verbal taunts could not stand up to Han Qianqian, he would not be Han Qianqian.
However, this time Han Qianqian, on the contrary, decided not to be himself.
With a cold-eyed fury, he glared back at the group of chattering, sparrow-like noisy guys.
With Han Qianqian's cold eyes glaring back, the group of monks who were incomparably arrogant just now all shut their mouths one by one.
However, while the back was quiet, the killing opportunity in front had already appeared.
When a high fighter faces off, it is taboo to be distracted. Especially when faced with a devil child with such a powerful attack, this would be incomparably fatal.
Almost as soon as Han Qianqian turned back, the Devil Boy seized the opportunity and came at him with a cold shot.
However, Han Qianqian obviously had a reason for not being Han Qianqian, especially when faced with such an expert it was impossible to lose his mind and argue with a bunch of monks.
His aim, naturally, was to lure the fish into the hook!
This kid's attack method is too harsh, although attacking but not defending, but the intensive attack is difficult for Han Qianqian to find a breakthrough to break the defense.
The purpose of the current ploy was to lure him into a strong attack and reveal a breakthrough!
"Humph, now is the time." With a cold cry, Han Qianqian had already prepared himself, secretly blocking the attack, and with a smooth movement, taking advantage of the fact that this guy's body was already leaning forward, the long sword moved!
Poof!
Straight into the target!