Chapter 1081

As a result, the eight-armed god did not stop attacking, but bowed his eyebrows and lowered his head, directly facing Xiao Xun's two fingers with his frontal bone! Although Xiao Xun's two fingers are fierce, this is reality, not a fantasy novel. The hardness of the phalanx, how can it hit the brow bone?

It's too late for Xiaoxun to change direction! She never thought that the grandpa and grandson joined forces, doing mental calculations and unintentional calculations, and even if they meet each other, the other will fall down! Once grandpa falls down, how many times can she block him? This time, it's over!

At this moment, Xiao Xun saw a divine light behind the eight-armed god light up! Xiao Xun's heart trembled: Could this be the legendary three flowers gathering on the top, five qi facing the Yuan, true energy released, and head radiant?

However, when she took a closer look, her face suddenly turned dark, and it was a bald head reflecting the light!

"This guy? Courage is commendable, but how useful can an ordinary person be? I guess he won't be able to get up with one punch." Xiao Xun was desperate.

At this moment, a Buddha's chant sounded: "Amitabha, the benefactor, and the stewardess have all gone, so don't follow around blindly. Sit down..."

While speaking, I saw the monk reaching out to touch the shoulder of the eight-armed god.

Xiao Xun hurriedly said: "Be careful!"

At this time, go touch a warrior? Regardless of whether you are malicious or not, he will treat it as malicious, and the result is... thank God if you don't kill yourself!

Sure enough, the eight-armed god frowned, and quickly struck back with his left elbow, heading straight for the monk's throat! How powerful is a fighting master? One blow on the fragile throat, even a master fighter will be killed by one blow!

Xiaoxun seemed to have seen a monk play up the scene.

As a result, I saw the monk's hand suddenly pressed down, just blocking the opponent's elbow, and then pushed forward! Xiao Xun was shocked to see that the powerful Eight-armed God, who punched hundreds of pounds and almost a thousand pounds, was twisted by the elbow pushed by the opponent!

The eight-armed god also had a frightened expression on his face. He had practiced muay thai all his life. In terms of strength, he asked himself that no one could defeat his attack with all his strength. What's more, this monk doesn't look like a martial artist at all! Even if he is a martial artist, how old is he? Even if you start practicing from the womb, how long can you practice?

However, the fact is that he was brought back without any resistance as if he had hit his elbow on a speeding truck.

The monk's hand pressed lightly, and the eight-armed god felt that his bones were about to break, and his left arm was twisted into a twist! If he hadn't practiced Jiu-Jitsu hard, his arm would have been broken all of a sudden! Even so, it was so painful that he almost burst into tears.

The monk pressed his arm and put it on his shoulder, and said with a light smile, "Don't disturb the stewardesses, sit down."

While speaking, Eight-Armed God felt another truck falling from above his head, and he couldn't help being pressed down and sat down! Then there was a click, but it was the enthusiastic monk who helped him put on the seat belt, and smiled at him, "Just now the stewardess benefactor said that you must fasten your seat belt when flying. The poor monk put it on for you." , sit still and don’t move around.” Then the monk patted his head and said, “Good boy.”

The eight-armed god suddenly felt the urge to cry! who is he? The former Southeast Asian fighting king! To be subdued by a monk in this way, he just patted his head and said: Be good?

Be good, sister! The eight-armed god really wanted to resist, but when he thought of the almost irresistible power of the monk, he suddenly became a little wilted.

The fights here are all in the blink of an eye, and everyone's eyes are attracted by the person pretending to be sick. When everyone realized that this side didn't seem right, when they looked over, the Eight-armed God had already sat down under Fang Zheng's pressure.

Xiao Xun's grandfather just straightened up and looked at Fang Zheng blankly.

Xiao Xun was dumbfounded, rubbed her face constantly, then pinched herself, grinned her teeth in pain, and looked at Fang Zheng with a monster-like gaze.

"Grandpa, you are in good health, but don't do difficult movements when flying, sit down and fasten your seat belt." The monk grinned at the old man.

The old man nodded subconsciously, sat back and fastened his seat belt.

"What about me?" Seeing Fangzheng ignoring her, Xiaoxun suddenly felt a sense of grievance being forgotten. Is she so insignificant? So he asked unwillingly.

Fangzheng looked not far away and was lying on the ground rolling, crying out in pain, "Go and help save people."

"Saving people? Are you right? It's okay to beat people, and I can help with injuries, but this kind... I don't understand." Xiaoxun looked at Fangzheng bitterly. In martial arts, those who have mastered it are teachers, and those with strong strength are naturally respected. Xiao Xun, who has been influenced by this aspect since childhood, especially believes in this point. Fangzheng's strength has already convinced her, so naturally she will not pick on Fangzheng again.

Fangzheng nodded seriously and said, "Yes, go and save."

"How to help?" Xiao Xun asked.

Fangzheng said, "Just kick it hard."

"Huh?" Xiao Xun was dumbfounded.

Xiao Xun's grandfather's eyes lit up, and said: "Xiao Xun, listen to the master, go kick it!"

Xiao Xun also came back to her senses, looked at the angry eight-armed god, then looked at Fangzheng and her grandfather, suddenly realized, shook her long legs, and hummed: "I can't beat the old ones, I'll beat the young ones!" of!"

Xiao Xun left after speaking.

The stewardesses over there were busy checking, Xiao Xun suddenly rushed in, shouting, I will treat the disease!

Fangzheng clasped his hands together, bowed his head and said silently: "Amitabha."

"Aw!" A scream followed, followed by a quarrel, followed by doubts from the stewardess.

"Don't you have a stomachache?" the stewardess asked.

"Uh... I...suddenly recovered." The other party was stunned, and then realized that he should pretend to be sick, and was immediately embarrassed.

"Look, I said that I came to treat illnesses, right? You still don't believe me. How about it? Are you cured? Okay, don't look at me anymore, and don't kneel down. I never like to be treated for good deeds People chased after her to say thanks." After speaking, Xiao Xun left with a ponytail.

The other party looked at her with a black line on his face, and then at the eight-armed god who had been pushed back by Fang Zheng. Without the command of the eight-armed god, he didn't know what to do, so he sat back in his seat and pretended that he didn't know anything.

Xiaoxun came to Fangzheng, who gave a thumbs up and said, "Bull!"

Fangzheng smiled slightly, but said nothing.

Seeing that nothing was wrong, the stewardesses left after a false alarm, and went to deal with other matters.

"Monk, you ruined my good deed! I'll never end with you!" Eight-armed god stared at Fangzheng angrily.

Fangzheng shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay."

"Do you know who I am?" The Eight-armed God leaned over and said fiercely.

Fangzheng glanced at Eight Arms God and said, "A lost lamb pretending to be a hungry wolf."