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Chapter 142: The boundless mouth of Buddhism

"Amitabha!"

Just as Shen Qinggang's sword was about to fall on Bei Moting, a Buddhist chant suddenly sounded.

Shen Qinggang suddenly lost control, and the sword that had been dropped suddenly changed direction and moved sideways.

"Cang!" struck Wang Yuan who came to rescue him.

"This hot chick can hold you down and beat him up, so you can kill yourself."

Wang Yuan looked at Bei Moting with contempt, stretched out his left hand to grab Bei Moting's collar and pulled him up from the ground. With the same hand, he used the move "Salute to Tathagata" with his right hand and slapped Shen Qinggang on the chest.

"Iron lock across the river!"

At this time, Wu Qinglie blocked Shen Qinggang in front of Shen Qinggang with a long spear in his hand.

"Attsu!"

With a muffled sound, Wang Yuan slapped Wu Qinglie's gun firmly on the barrel of his gun. Wu Qinglie's figure swayed slightly after being hit, as if he was not hurt.

"Huh?"

This time, Wang Yuan was also stunned.

Others don't know how strong Wang Yuan's palm power is, but Wang Yuan himself knows it.

The Great Vajra Palm is a powerful and domineering palm technique. After practicing tens of thousands of palms, Wang Yuan has mastered this palm technique thoroughly.

With the super strong arm strength and the blessing of Buddhist teachings, with this palm, even the boss of the world's high-roller level can't stop him. Wu Qinglie, a hot chick, is only slightly stronger than the elite monsters, but he can forcefully attack him.

It's unbelievable that you can resist this palm.

"Bull style!"

In this moment of confusion, Shen Qinggang turned his body sideways and bumped into Wang Yuan.

"Walk!"

Wang Yuan stretched out his hand and put it on Shen Qinggang's shoulder. He used his strength to jump back. Holding the cup, Mo Ting jumped back a few meters to distance himself from the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River.

"What's going on? Are these guys so strong?"

At this time, Dugu Xiaoling and others had also followed. Seeing that Wang Yuan was also repelled by the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River, they were very surprised.

Who are these four ghosts of the Yellow River? They actually defeated two masters, Wang Yuan and Bei Moting, in an instant.

"Hahaha!"

After repelling Wang Yuan and the others, the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River posed proudly and said arrogantly: "You must have seen how powerful your grandfather, the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River, is."

"snort!"

Wang Yuan narrowed his eyes and said: "This should be their Yellow River Ghost Formation! It seems that as long as they get together, their attributes will be greatly improved."

"No wonder!"

When Bei Mo paused, he said clearly: "I was able to do it with ease at first, but then the four of them stood together and they immediately seemed like different people."

"This is easy to handle!"

Dugu Xiaoling said: "If we can lure the four of them away and defeat them all, it will be over."

With that said, Dugu Xiaoling raised her crossbow to attract the monsters.

"Separately diverting them away is a way to deal with mobs without intelligence. There is no need to be so troublesome in dealing with NPCs with AI!"

Wang Yuan smiled and said: "Isn't it just to prevent them from forming a formation? It's just a matter of a few words!"

"Just a few words?"

Everyone looked confused, completely confused as to what Wang Yuan wanted to say.

"Hey hey hey!"

Wang Yuan gave a bad laugh, then walked forward again, chanted the Buddha's name and said: "Amitabha, the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River are indeed well-deserved!"

"Hahaha!"

Qian Qingjian heard this and said proudly: "I guess you, a bald donkey, are knowledgeable."

"hehe!"

Hearing Qian Qingjian's words, Wang Yuan suddenly sneered and said: "The big ghost and the second ghost can be regarded as the masters of the generation, as for the third ghost and the fourth ghost."

Having said this, Wang Yuan glanced at Qian Qingjian and Ma Qingxiong, then shook his head and sighed: "You really fell into the name of the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River."

"Smelly bald donkey, what did you say?"

The four ghosts of the Yellow River are not very capable, but they never leave their names behind. This shows that these fools are very concerned about face.

As soon as Wang Yuan said this, Qian Qingjian and Ma Qingxiong immediately became angry, pointed at Wang Yuan and cursed.

Wang Yuan, however, ignored Qian Qingjian and Ma Qingxiong who were trying to challenge each other. He turned to Shen Qinggang and said, "Boss Shen, this young monk is a monk and he never likes to tell lies. Is this fair?"

"Ha ha!"

Shen Qinggang quite agreed with Wang Yuan's evaluation. Although he couldn't say whether Wang Yuan's words were fair due to his face, he laughed, and the meaning was self-evident.

"snort!"

Although the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River have AI, the AI ​​is not very high. The four guys are so stupid that they obviously can't turn their heads.

Seeing Shen Qinggang's expression, Qian Qingjian felt angry for no reason, and immediately vented his anger at Shen Qinggang: "Boss, do you also think that the two of us are not as good as you two?"

"What does it have to do with me? It's not my fault." Shen Qinggang looked helpless.

"You must have this intention in your heart, otherwise why don't you refute?" Qian Qingjian said aggressively.

"Because he is right."

Before Shen Qinggang said anything, Wu Qinglie said from the side: "Do you think you are stronger than the boss in these two moments?"

"Second brother, do you dare to do something with me!?" Qian Qingjian was very upset when he was looked down upon. Wu Qinglie also spoke for Shen Qinggang, which directly annoyed him. Qian Qingjian waved his ax to fight Wu Qinglie.

life and death.

Ma Qingxiong also said with a look of resentment: "It seems that the eldest brother and the second brother sincerely despise me and the fourth child. In this case, the four ghosts of the Yellow River will become the two ghosts of the Yellow River."



In the blink of an eye, the four ghosts of the Yellow River, who were originally as close as brothers, turned against each other and became enemies.

"This...what kind of statement is this?"

When everyone in the mob saw Wang Yuanda tricking these four mentally retarded people into killing each other with just a few words, their eyes almost flew out.

How can the game be played like this? Just three sentences can fool people out of their brains. This monk must have a dark heart.

"hey-hey!"

Wang Yuan chuckled and said: "This is the secret art of Buddhism: Mouth Escape."

"You can pull him down..."

Seeing Wang Yuan talking so boldly about what he called Buddhism, everyone started to curl their lips. This monk can really talk nonsense. The boards of Bodhidharma's coffin can't even be covered, okay?

What's the easiest way to sow discord? Stomp on them!

The first reaction of the person being stepped down will not be why others are stepping on them, but to question whether they are really inferior to the person being praised, and whether the person being praised also thinks so, and in most cases, the person being praised will

Naturally, he will not refute others' praise of himself.

The conflict between the two parties just hit it off! You can try the people around you. Of course, if you get beaten, don’t come to me...

I have to say, this guy Wang Yuan is really bad.

The four ghosts of the Yellow River started to quarrel as they talked, and started fighting after they quarreled.

The Yellow River Ghost Formation requires four people to work together to trigger it. Now that the four people are separated, the Yellow River Ghost Formation has become a joke.

"Amitabha!"

Just when the four ghosts of the Yellow River were fighting fiercely, Wang Yuan said again: "Monks are merciful. I am truly heartbroken that your brothers have turned against each other, monk. In this case, let me take all the sins in the world!"

As he spoke, Wang Yuan winked at the others.

Bei Mo Ting and others realized this, and with a flurry of swordsmanship, the four ghosts of the Yellow River really turned into ghosts.

"Amitabha!"

Looking at the four corpses on the ground, Wang Yuan once again chanted the Buddha's name.

When a few people in the crowd heard the sound, they were all excited.
Chapter completed!
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