If the method that the senior brother showed was stone slab tofu, after listening to the operation method of this stone slab tofu carefully, Mr. Xue was really surprised. It was nothing to do if he wanted to use this trick. He was really a master of national martial arts. He had to practice to the top of the dark energy.

Just like when he first attacked the old Wu family and fought against Zhang Weidong and Chen Zhong, he also used a move to make Zhang Weidong's fist bone collapse, and the epidermis was not damaged at all, which was similar to the master's monument-hitting master.

Strictly speaking, this is the beginning of qigong. This senior brother demonstrated qigong with this hand, which was not considered a lie, but who told this guy to use Maitreya Buddha to name it and promote it with magical skills? This is pretending to be a god and making trouble for him, and it is not considered unfair to be wronged.

In addition, this guy is not upright and insists on crippling Mr. Xue with one blow. How can Mr. Xue give him good results?

Just now, when the senior brother exerted his strength, Mr. Xue's palm holding the tofu had already put on the thugs in the rack, preparing to use the force to hit the force. Therefore, the senior brother used the strength with one move, and the older brother's monument was the same as the one who had returned.

If this senior brother did not give up murderous intentions and felt compassion, he would never be hurt so seriously at this moment.

However, when the eldest brother slapped the audience, the audience applauded. The eldest brother himself felt that he had achieved success, but he didn't expect that the bald man and others would have shouted, and the eldest brother realized something was wrong. His palms were as if they had exploded, and the thorns hurt.

At first, he could still hold it back, but he didn't know why the thorny pierced outside his palm suddenly came alive, and with the spiral force, he drilled into his palm. In a flash, a severe pain like a knife shattered his bones came. He could no longer bear it and immediately screamed.

The elder brother was stunned when he howled. Old Xue put down the tofu, stood up straight, rushed to the audience, and said loudly: "Comrades, it seems that Maitreya Buddha is really on duty for the Jade Emperor today, and he doesn't care about everyone!"

The bottom was still silent, without any laughter. There was no way, and the profound magical power that had been deeply believed in suddenly failed today. It really made some of these people's beliefs collapse.

Mr. Xue was also secretly surprised and said, "It's a blessing that I met him today. If the incense sect continues to develop, the grassroots organizations will be completely destroyed in the future."

"This man has evil spirits on his body, he is a monster. Brothers, blow him down..."

The bald man suddenly shouted, and the red-shirted men on the stage surrounded him, and more than a dozen die-hard-hearted apricot yellow outfits below the stage forced him to come forward.

If you want to say, this bald man is also a smart man, and he has made such a mistake now. The only way is to spit out Mr. Xue and let him stop talking.

The purpose of throwing dirty is to make excuses for the senior brother's mistake in performing this time, so that Mr. Xue can stop talking, to prevent the situation from deteriorating.

But he said that on and off the stage, twenty people surrounded him. Mr. Xue shouted, "If you cheat, you won't make people say anything, and you will still dare to move. I will fight with you." He cursed. Then he picked up half of the blue brick under the chopping board with a lame leg plastered with tofu and went up to him.

Bang, a piece of brick was down, and the bald man with an authentic Xingyi frame was emitting his wings with a move. As soon as he opened his wings, Mr. Xue fainted.

If you say that this bald man has mastered the national martial arts master who has practiced the hidden power, he has also been a famous master in the national martial arts hometown of Cangzhou. Not to mention bricks, even if a big blade is cut on his head, it may not cause his whole family to lose the counterattack power.

But this brick was in Mr. Xue's hands and immediately became a thing that was even more terrifying than a grenade. It was really: I have one brick in my hand, and I have it all over the world. The whole family called it up, and the bald man went to bed without even snorting.

However, Old Xue kept slapping brick by brick, and then slapped brick by brick. Anyway, as long as he took action, someone would fall to the ground. More than twenty bricks would fall in a row. No one could hold on to him, whether it was a national martial arts stand or a sword, gun and stick. Even the elder brother who was screaming was hit by Old Xue during the sneak attack and was completely cleaned.

In just a few minutes, all twenty ferocious men were beaten by Mr. Xue. They were really domineering. After seeing this, people in later generations would write poems to praise him: No matter how high martial arts are, they are afraid that the kitchen knife will be worn, and they will be knocked down with one brick.

The fierce battle was so hard that the people in the audience didn't know what to do. No one expected that the elder brothers and second brothers who were protecting their bodies by magical skills were so careless.

The man holding a brick in the stands was cursing and shouting, "I'll kill you guys" and "I'll use bricks to beat people when I've been young, fight with the bricks to fight with the old man, and seek death." These believers have simply collapsed their faith.

What a fucking magical skill to protect the body? There are more than twenty people, and even a young man who is old with bricks can't stand it. No qigong, even more than twenty pigs, can't be knocked down so quickly.

Mr. Xue deliberately chose the battle as a battle, and acted as a fighter king who often came and went in a group, which was to give these real tricks and defraud them of pure cheats.

Originally, the bald man and his group of people relied on national skills to confuse people with their skills and dressed up national skills as magical techniques. Now, Mr. Xue used his own way to use national skills as bricks, and slapped the group of people hard. When the audience saw what they thought, they could tell without asking: more than 20 people holding guns and sticks, and they couldn't hold a brave young man holding bricks. Is this still a magical skill?

"Comrades, you all saw it. What do you believe in Maitreya Buddha's appearance and magical skills to protect the body? It's pure bragging. I, Xue, is just an ordinary young man. I only fought so much when I was young. I have more than 20 people in the Incense Sect who protect the body. Even I can't even beat me. Do you still believe in this magical skills?"

The bright moon was hanging high and the breeze blew. Mr. Xue held the broken brick, stood tall and stood tall, and shouted loudly, with an amazing momentum.

Everyone in the audience looked at each other speechlessly. Even if some people completely disbelief of the incense sect, they still dared not say it. Guan Yin still had a large number of apricot yellow pretended to be loyal. These people were always frenzy of the incense sect ceremony. The white servers and miscellaneous servers saw it. These loyal players did not express their opinions, and no one dared to make a first decision.

"You don't have any evil words to deceive the public. The elder brother's magical skills are so great. We always see it true. You must be able to use demons and evil magic to harm the elder brother!"

Sure enough, a loyal man shouted out loudly.

The man shouted out and the audience immediately started to clamor. Indeed, the incense sect has such momentum in Dejiang, which is not a one-day effort. The frozen ruler cannot be resolved with just one brick technique.

With a sound of the tent, Xue Xiang threw the bricks casually and threw them straight into the low tank with white marble Guanyin statue. He clapped his hands and shouted: "You comrades, the facts are all in front of you. You don't believe it yet. You can trick you into this kind of tricks. What kind of brains are you? Tell me, what kind of magic skills do you have? Is it the magic skills that slap your elder brother, and the magic skills that will not break, and your hands hurt? Or is it the magic skills that the bricks are slapped by me? A joke!"

The apricot yellow dressed man who was clamoring at the moment had already reached the front of the platform and said hatefully: "Stop talking nonsense. The elder brothers have many magical powers. You have seen the divine light protector just now. This is not a magical skill, what is it!"

After hearing the man's shout, the noise below became louder. Many believers who shook their minds immediately felt regretful when they thought of the divine light, regretted not to believe in others' words and doubted the elder brother's supreme supernatural powers.

Xue Xiang smiled and said, "Just this, just make a halo for your body, also called magical skills. If I can also make a halo for myself, will I also have magical skills?"

"Speak nonsense, I swear to protect the church to the death!"

The man shouted, and there was a response to harmony. Immediately, the scattered soldiers and brave soldiers gathered together to form a force.

This time, Mr. Xue did not make a sound to stop him. He reached out to lick the brazier in front of the place where the elder brother had sat cross-legged. He turned around and turned to the elder brother to flip over and pick it up several times, pulled out a small bag, and then turned back, sat cross-legged in the position where the elder brother had sat before, folded his hands together, closed his eyes and looked solemnly. Suddenly, he shouted: "I would like to invite Maitreya Buddha to show his holy!"

Immediately afterwards, my left hand scattered, and the orange-yellow flame in the brazier suddenly turned into dark blue. The flame instantly rose more than one meter high. As the flame was short, a faint halo appeared on Mr. Xue's body, hazy and mysterious.

Previously, when Mr. Xue was moving, the group of people in the audience became more and more urgent. They were already on the verge of coming on stage. But when the flames rushed up, the noise stopped abruptly. When the "divine light" appeared on Mr. Xue, many people even knelt down. But not long after he knelt down, he suddenly remembered that the person sitting on the stage was not the eldest brother, so why did he also invite Maitreya Buddha.

"Get up, get up, don't worship me. I believe in Marx and have never had a relationship with Maitreya Buddha."

As he said that, Mr. Xue stood up and shouted to everyone in the audience: "You must be curious, how can I have the divine light to protect my body?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the leading apricot yellow costume man waved again, "No, no, you are not divine light. Senior brother's divine light is colorful. Your color is wrong. You are a monster, a monster!"

"idiot!"

Old Xue scolded him all the time, and misstepped in front of the eldest brother, pulled off the golden suit on his body, and quickly turned back to the original place.

This time, he did not make things mysterious. From the golden bag pulled from the waist of his senior brother, he took out a handful of light yellow powder and sprinkled it on the flame. The blue flame suddenly rose to a height of rice. After the flame fell, he held up the golden suit and turned sideways, allowing the light on the pole behind him to shoot. Suddenly, a five-color halo appeared on the golden suit, dazzling and mysterious as if it were as fairy.

The whole scene returned to dead silence. A click, something collapsed among all believers at the same time. (To be continued)

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