The fire stick flew out and headed towards Huiming in full view of everyone.

It was about to fall into Huiming's hand, suddenly, a small hand rushed out from somewhere. It casually held the fire stick in the void, and then held it in front of him and weighed it.

"Monk, it's wrong to force someone else's things." Gan Bao's sleepiness was sparse, and he gave the fire stick to Feng Lingzhu. "Also, don't make trouble at the door of the library."

"Are you the owner?" Huiming looked at Gan Bao, "Please return the Buddhist scriptures. In addition, this is a monster, please don't mislead yourself!"

"I am...books, um, administrator." Gan Bao thought for a moment before speaking, "Monk, you go."

"It seems that the donor is also a deep seed of demon roots."

Huiming recited the Buddha's name a few times, and the Buddha behind him became more solid. He waved his palms and shone a burst of Buddha's light.

Gan Bao's body was casually dodged the attack of Buddha light, frowned slightly, stepped on the ground, and jumped, Huiming appeared behind him and fisted to attack.

Her attack had no spiritual power at all, and it was like a punch from an ordinary person, but it put a lot of pressure on people, and it felt like the sky was falling and the earth was broken.

Huiming felt his heart thrilled, his eyebrows and eyes were bulging, "The golden body of Buddha!"

The phantom of the Buddha behind him shook suddenly, and then blended with Huiming, making him still coated with a layer of gold, with a solemn appearance. He grabbed his right hand suddenly, like thunder and lightning.

"Demon-subduing Fist!"

boom!

When the two fists were touching each other, Gan Bao's face did not change much. His body didn't even move. Instead, Huiming only felt his palms numb, as if he had lost consciousness. He stepped back several steps, looking at Gan Bao as if he was watching a Martian.

"Master, will you go?" Gan Bao stopped where he continued to ask.

"Amitabha."

He was shocked, but his face pretended to be calm, "If the donor takes action so ruthlessly, I can't blame me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the robe on his body was swollen without wind, and he was a little swollen. He waved his hands quickly and finally made a gesture of Buddha picking up flowers and slapped at Gan Bao.

Suddenly, a strong golden light pierced out, and a huge "卍" character flew out.

Demon-subduing Seal!

The power of the Buddha Seal is extremely powerful, and it roars with the sound of breaking through the air.

However, in the eyes of everyone, Gan Bao's face was still calm. When the Buddha Seal was about to reach his face, he waved his right hand and immediately, a silver light flashed, and the Buddha Seal was cut into half like tofu and disappeared between heaven and earth.

After looking closely, Gan Bao actually held a short and long square knife in his right hand, which was undoubtedly a kitchen knife.

hiss!

Everyone took a breath of cold air, and was extremely surprised.

It is really unacceptable to cut the Buddha's seal with a kitchen knife.

"Okay, so amazing. Who is that woman? Why is there no power on her body but she has such strong strength? This is unscientific!" Everyone looked at Gan Bao and couldn't help swallowing.

Gan Bao's strength has been shown last time, but because his opponent is too weak and not intuitive, it is amazing again at this time.

Huiming's face was solemn, and when the palm of his right hand flipped, the wind seemed to stop at his palm, and a world began to appear.

His palm seemed to have become infinite, and from outsiders, he covered Gan Bao in it.

From Gan Bao's perspective, Huiming's figure became extremely huge, as if standing in the clouds, with fat heads and ears, and he actually appeared on his palm. The fat palm was terrifying and seemed to have no boundaries.

"Amitabha."

Huiming's voice was heavy and deep, with a burst of pressure, echoing in the void for a long time, "I would like to ask the female donor to return the Buddhist scriptures of this temple."

He saw that Gan Bao had no spiritual power. Although he didn't know why he had such strong strength, he absolutely did not practice the original world. In other words, in his palm, Gan Bao had no choice but to do anything.

"It is said that the Buddha's kingdom in the palm can accommodate the world, and compare sentient beings to grains of sand. Today, I saw it, it is indeed worthy of its reputation."

"This is too strong. It can actually shrink a person so small. Is it true or an illusion?"

"The Buddha's kingdom in the palm is a country. There is no boundary in this country, so that girl cannot break free!"

"I heard that because the monks in Leiyin Temple want to practice the Buddhist kingdom in the palm, they will temper their palms since childhood, and even worship in front of the Buddha, soaking them with special medicine, making their palms indestructible over the years, and are even stronger than the original world of martial artists' cultivation!"

...

There were many different opinions, and the more one said, the more awe they became, the more they became. The eyes looked at Gan Bao were full of sympathy.

"We don't have your Buddhist scriptures." Gan Bao said calmly, looking around, as if looking for an exit.

"Since the donor does not admit it, I can only stay in my Buddha's kingdom for a while." Huiming was sure to win, and at this time he did not forget to pretend to say: "Don't worry, I will invite the female donor to visit Leiyin Temple and will definitely treat him as a guest."

Gan Bao seemed to have not heard him, looked at his casually for a while, then looked at the fat palm under his feet, the kitchen knife in his hand turned slightly, then slowly raised it and stabbed it straight.

puff!

It went very smoothly, and the kitchen knife was in full swing.

The whole audience was silent.

Everyone was shocked and looked at Gan Bao blankly, as if they could not believe the facts in front of them.

"Then what, prick... pricked in?"

"Did I read it wrong? Just a random stab into the Buddha's Kingdom in my palm?"

"Really and false? Who said that the Buddha's country in the palm is awesome and unbreakable?"

...

The slap in the face was so suddenly that everyone's mouths opened slightly and they were confused.

Huiming was also stunned on the spot. His surprise was far beyond everyone present, and he even forgot the pain from his palms.

Gan Bao pulled out the kitchen knife, and immediately blood surged like a spring, breaking through and out.

"Huh?" She frowned slightly, "Have you gone out yet?"

Then let's prick a few more times.

Puff puff puff!

There were three consecutive swords, which seemed particularly harsh in this quiet atmosphere. Each sound made everyone's heart tremble a few times.

With such a huge palm, there was naturally a lot of blood inside. Looking at the red fountains, everyone felt a pain for Huiming.

Seeing Gan Bao raise his hand and prepare to continue stabbing, Huiming was shocked and immediately withdrew his palm and folded his hands together, "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, who can be perfect? ​​Let's let the female donor go for the time being. Please turn back as soon as possible."

Until this moment, he endured the pain and pretended to be a monk, as if he had let Gan Bao go.

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't stop and turned around and left.

"Bald donkey, who allowed you to leave?"...
Chapter completed!