He doesn’t want to break the dust fairy smelting multiplier intention but want to pass the test.

If the vegetation elves refine themselves into a multiplier, is this flesh as powerful as a multiplier?
While they were talking, they suddenly saw an old monk with white beard and a young monk coming on the way not far ahead.
"The old abbot is refreshing," said the young monk.
"Morning exercise is very good for practicing Dan," said the old monk.
"The elder Tong Yan-he has made great strides, but he is still calm and carefree, and his practice has reached its peak.
How many years have you been practicing? "Asked the young monk.
"Haha, it’s been 200 years since the years left no one behind." The old monk walked over and asked, "What about you? Young people "
"Oh, shame on me. I’ve only been studying for more than 20 years. I’m not as good as the abbot. You can sneak in the sky to confuse the real thing."
The young monk suddenly turned cold with a smile. "I can see at a glance that you are not human!" "
Then he suddenly flew up and pointed to the old monk and shouted, "Dare to be a Uber, I want you to show your true colors."
The fingers in the hand changed and the mantra in the mouth said, "Dawei Tianlong Daluofa mantra is prajnaparamita, and all buddhas are prajnaparamita. Boom!"
Seeing the golden light in the palm of your hand, you will show the old monk his true colors.
It turned out to be a spider essence.
Regardless of the mourning, the young monk threw the Zijin alms bowl in his hand and shouted, "Look at my golden bowl!"
The golden bowl shot a Buddha’s light to collect the spider essence.
The monk took the golden bowl and suddenly looked back at Lingqing and Duanchen Fairy.
"Amitabha! What monsters are you two? "
"Monks are so murderous." Lingqing threw a dust in his hand.
The golden light in the monk’s eyes flashed at Lingqing’s eyes and softened to say, "It turned out to be a Taoist in Sanqing Gate."
You go and don’t stop the poor monk from falling demon. "
The monk is also holding a handle of white silk in his hand. He said that he would brush the dust and go straight to Lingqing to break the dust fairy behind him.
"The genie is in the sky!"
Lingqing will turn everything into dust and throw it in front of him.
When the monk saw the potential, he swept the dust directly to Lingqing.
Whoosh whoosh ~
A burst of sound
Two dusting filaments, such as white dragons, are intertwined and twisted in the middle of the roll.
Then Ling Qing and the monk suddenly pulled the magic dust silk bridge and collided constantly.
Bang!
Magic agitation will blow the dust off two handles.
Lingqing will dust off and throw his arms around him. This is a magic weapon without any damage.
And the other party dusted, but everyone has been blown into fly ash.
"Dare to ask the monk which treasure temple to practice?" Lingqing asked
"Poor monk Jinshan Temple Fahai!" The monk threw the dust handle in his hand and said
Although Ling Qing was prepared in his heart, he was still suspicious after listening to it.
This monk Fahai is a little different in his imagination, isn’t he?
Not to mention how much younger you look, even this repair is just the peak of the fairy tale.
Where is the three-robbery fairy about to soar?
"I heard that the dharma of Fahai Zen Master in Jinshan Temple is as profound as the world’s arhat, but I don’t know …" Ling Qing asked.
"It’s impossible to say that Buddhism is not poor and monks are fahai." Fahai’s face looked at Lingqing Road. "It seems that you are also a diabolical person."
Now let the poor monk accept you and save you from helping the demon abuse again.
Robe! "
Say the cassock behind him and turn it into a big canopy to cover Lingqing.
It turned out that when Lingqing stopped Fahai, the dust fairy had already taken the opportunity to hide.
He didn’t practice other spells for two thousand years, so he specialized in this evasion method.
Second, it’s not that Lingqing secretly mixed Yuan Zan to instigate the prohibition of vitality.
The whole Qibaoshan was banned, and he had already escaped.
This time, no one stopped him from running somewhere.
Ling Qing knew that he was a terrible dodger, so he stopped caring about the cassock when he saw it coming.
He shook the dust, and immediately the dust was blown away to make a fine thread.