Why does this sentence sound weird?
Li Qingcha stopped slurping the noodles, with his chopsticks suspended in the air, wanting to see what No. 5 would say next.
result,
"Three: Why are all your topics about Li Qingcha?"
"Three: I have to go to the capital if I have the chance."
"Three: I'm curious!"
"Five: It seems that you are in the capital."
"..."
Number 5's words silenced Number 3.
a long time,
"Three: I don't tell lies all the time."
"Three: Forget it, I don't care whether you believe it or not."
Number 3 didn't bubble up again.
Li Qingcha: ...
She cursed in her heart, this number three really likes to stir up trouble. If he hadn't suddenly jumped out to complain, the content of the chat group would definitely not have gone off track.
But now, according to No. 4's personality, he probably won't appear again.
Should I ask them?
If you act as a number seven, you should pay attention to...
Li Qingcha hesitated.
At this time,
"Boss, give me a bowl of vegetarian noodles." A voice with a strong smell of mutton skewers sounded.
Li Qingcha raised his head.
I saw a foreign monk coming to the table not far away. He had dark skin and was skinny. From the opening of his yellow-brown robe, I could even see the shape of his chest and ribs.
But this monk's temple is bulging, which means that his temporalis muscle is very thick, which is a characteristic of people with great martial arts skills.
The monk also glanced at Li Qingcha.
In an instant, Li Qingcha's hair stood on end.
This man wants to kill me!
Li Qingcha was very sure.
She almost jumped up from the chair subconsciously, but she forced herself to hold it back. She wanted to take another bite of noodles, but she found her hands were shaking.
Hey!
Fuck fuck fuck!
Li Qingcha cursed wildly in his heart.
She forced herself to calm down, put the copper coin under the bowl, then slowly stood up and walked out of the alley.
behind her,
"Master, your noodles are not ready yet, don't you want to eat?"
The boss's voice echoed in the quiet alley.
Li Qingcha's eyebrows twitched wildly, but he did not speed up his pace.
She knew very well that she couldn't run away. There were only two options before her: outsmart or outfight. Maybe kneeling down and begging for mercy would count, but strictly speaking, it should be considered outsmarting.
Gradually, the two of them walked to the entrance of the alley, one in front and one behind.
However, the closer he got to the noisy crowd outside, the more pressure Li Qingcha felt.
The hustle and bustle outside and the quietness of the alley formed a sharp contrast.
Finally, Li Qingcha turned back.
"Are you looking for me?"
"I did look for Mr. Li." The Western Region monk was stunned for a moment before saying, "I didn't expect Mr. Li to find out."
"You mean, you think I'm timid?"
"Your hands are shaking."
"hehe."
Li Qingcha's fists suddenly clenched and stopped shaking.
"looking for me?"
"I am looking for something from Mr. Li," said the foreign monk.
"Heavenly Secret Disk?"
"It seems that Mr. Li is also very clear about what he has done. In that case, there is no need to ask me why I came to your door, right? Therefore, I still ask Mr. Li to return the Heavenly Secret Disk."
"Do you really think the Heavenly Secret Disk is yours?"
"It's not mine, it's Buddhist."
This is a matter of course.
Li Qingcha immediately realized that it was impossible to reason with this person.
She pondered for a moment and said, "The Heavenly Secret Disk has been handed over to the Supervisor, and he is a first-rank official."
The foreign monks put their hands together and bowed.
"I am an eighth-rank Buddhist monk."
"The first rank is stronger than you."
"I am closer to Mr. Li than the first rank monk."
As soon as the words fell,
call--
A sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard!
A figure approached Li Qingcha, punching him in the face.
Well come!
"Haven't you ever heard of not hitting someone in the face during a fight?!" Li Qingcha shouted angrily.
She used a method of fighting that was quite unexpected to the foreign monks -
Fist duel.
Li Qingcha took a deep breath and punched out with his right fist.
boom!
The two straight punches collided violently.
Big fist vs small fist,
Lean and capable vs limp and weak,
……
The outcome of the boxing match seemed to be a foregone conclusion.
Li Qingcha paid the price for his choice. He felt as if the muscles in his right arm were broken.
But this is her only way to fight.
Because Gong Lianxue said: "Those who desire can mobilize their desires to increase their combat effectiveness. The stronger the desire, the stronger the combat effectiveness."
If you run away, you'll lose your spirit and there's a good chance you'll be caught up and strangled from behind.
"Are you a monk?" the foreign monk asked in surprise.
"How is it?" Li Qingcha moved the fingers of his right hand and then clenched his fist.
"Hahahaha, the Central Plains really is home to hidden dragons and crouching tigers!"
"Why don't you get out of the Central Plains?"
"Find a fight!"
The foreign monk punched again.
Still a slap in the face.
Li Qingcha raised his fist to meet him without even thinking.
the second time,
boom!
The two straight punches collided with each other violently, and it was another head-on collision.
The foreign monk lowered his head and looked at his right hand in surprise, and found that it was actually shaking slightly.
At this moment, he realized the power of Li Qingcha's punch just now.
Li Qingcha was not much better.
She suspected that the fighting method of the Ninth Grade Desire Master of the Demon Sect was to stimulate the secretion of adrenaline, because at this moment, her sense of pain had become dull, and at the same time, she was dominated by the crazy desire to fight.
fighting,
Fight fight fight fight fight fight fight fight...
This is the only word in my mind.
"It seems that an eighth-rank monk is no more than this."
Li Qingcha stared at the other person, completely ignoring the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
"This time, I'll go first!"
She didn't wait for the other party to react and raised her fist.
"boom!"
Li Qingcha took the upper hand.
The foreign monk was forced to take a step back.
It’s not that he couldn’t win, he was just a little confused. He thought to himself, Li Qingcha looks quite gentle, why is he so fierce in a fight?
"Come again!"
boom!
"Come again, come again!"
boom!
After repeated exchanges of punches, Li Qingcha continued to grow stronger.
The entire alley seemed to shake.
"It's not over yet!"
With a roar, Li Qingcha threw another punch.
The foreign monk watched helplessly as the opponent's fist got closer and bigger. He gritted his teeth and wanted to fight back with the same method he had used before.
But that is no longer possible.
His right arm was so sore that he couldn't even lift it. Moreover, after several head-on collisions, several joints had been broken and bleeding.
The foreign monk was certain that Li Qingcha's condition must be even worse than his own.
But why does he have such a strong will to fight?
The foreign monk closed his eyes.
