The entire street was filled with people with swastikas.
They came in mysteriously and left quietly.
Like a deity, they disappeared without a trace.
He disappeared along with the strong aura of the Evil Spirit.
Long Fei was a little puzzled as he looked at his Devil's Hand, "I realized that he became a Son of Saint just like that?"
The reason why he sensed that the evil spirit aura on the girl was different was because of the surging power in the Devil's Hand.
But …
Long Fei did not think that the girl would treat him as a Son of Saint.
"If only I was a Son of Saint."
"No!"
"I must become a Son of Saint, Master Tian Shu is still waiting for me to save him." Long Fei's eyes became firm, "I wonder how Master Tian Shu is doing."
Falling from the sky, was he dead or alive?
Long Fei was very worried.
Not long after, Piccolo woke up, glanced at Long Fei, and said: "Great chef, what happened?"
Long Fei recovered his expression, shook his head, and said: "Nothing."
"You guys have to be careful in the martial cultivation exam tomorrow." Long Fei reminded.
Piccolo smiled, "Don't worry, I have never been afraid of anyone in the martial cultivation exam, I will definitely not lose."
He thought to himself, "My goal is to become a man of the Martial Buddha."
… ….
Morning.
The martial monk of the Supervision Temple suddenly arrived, and without saying anything, he let the three of them out.
Outside the gate of the Supervision Temple.
"You scoundrel, you've lost all my face."
"Pa!"
"Pa!"
Before Long Fei could react, an old man's rattan vines came down fiercely, hitting Young Master Kuo's chest. His clothes were torn apart, and his flesh was lacerated.
Just looking at it was enough to make one feel a burning pain.
Young Master Kuo lowered his head, not daring to speak.
The old man's eyes were filled with anger, "You are the same as that cheap mother of yours, useless thing!"
A trace of anger flashed in Young Master Kuo's eyes.
The old man's eyes turned sinister as he lashed out a few more times. He didn't care about Young Master Kuo's life or death at all. "If I had known earlier, I definitely wouldn't have let you come into this world."
Long Fei couldn't take it anymore. He took a step forward and said, "Why didn't your father shoot you to the wall back then?"
The old man stared coldly at Long Fei. Without saying a word, he whipped Long Fei and shouted, "Who do you think you are? Do you think you have the right to talk to me?"
Before the whip landed, Piccolo's body moved slightly.
Young Master Kuo's body also moved.
Involuntarily, they automatically protected Long Fei.
However, Long Fei was one step ahead of them. He grabbed the whip and pulled it away. The whip turned into a blur in the air and was about to strike back.
However …
Long Fei glanced at the rich young master, but in the end, he still held back.
"You dare to snatch my whip?"
"You dog, I think you're tired of living."
"Men, capture them again." The old man's eyes were filled with anger.
Long Fei's forehead turned cold, the killing intent on his body burst out, and he said solemnly: "Whoever fucking moves, I will take their life!"
He didn't care that much.
He was already very unhappy.
If he made Long Fei unhappy again, then he would kill him!
The people behind the old man didn't dare to move.
Piccolo shouted coldly: "We are people who have awakened the Swastika mark, if you dare to make a move against us, that is a great disrespect to the Holy Son. What do you, a mere elder of the Buddhist Temple, think you can do?"
"You dare to whip the future Martial Buddha? Do you believe that with a call from me, thousands of believers will twist your head off?" Piccolo said fiercely.
The old man's eyes shook, "Swastika mark? Hmph hmph, do you think I will believe you? Who would believe it? How can a lowly person like him be worthy of becoming a Martial Buddha? "
"Go to the streets and see who doesn't have a swastika mark on their backs?"
How could a lowly person become a noble Martial Buddha?
Absolutely impossible!
He knew very well that Young Master Kuo could not become a Martial Buddha.
It was impossible for him to become a Martial Buddha.
Piccolo was slightly startled, "What do you mean?"
The old man sneered: "What I mean is, your so-called Swastika mark is just a tattoo. At that time, you only used a little bit of Buddhist energy on your body to stimulate the golden light, creating the illusion of the Swastika mark awakening. Do you think anyone would believe that? Hahaha … This move of yours is something that others have played too well with. "
"Go to the streets and see who doesn't have a swastika mark on their backs?"
"Humph!"
"The Swastika mark, the seal of the Buddha Lord, and you still want to become a Martial Buddha … Just a lowly person like you is dreaming." The old man stared coldly at Young Master Kuo and said, "Don't embarrass me anymore, or else I will make you disappear just like your mother disappeared."
Sinister, vicious.
Young Master Kuo clenched his fists tightly, his joints cracking.
If this was according to Long Fei's personality, the old man's head would have already fallen to the ground.
However …
This was, after all, a rich young master's family matter. It wasn't good for others to interfere.
The old man swaggered off.
Piccolo looked at Young Master Kuo, and asked in confusion: "Is he really your father? How could you have such a father? Aren't you a hedonistic young master? "How …"
He couldn't understand.
Yesterday, he was still a hedonistic young master with evil slaves.
Today, he had become this miserable.
Young Master Kuo's fists loosened slightly, and said with a bitter smile: "In his eyes, I have always been a lowly bastard with a lowly life. If it wasn't for that bit of blood relationship, I would have died a long time ago."
Long Fei slightly said: "There is no such thing as nobility or inferiority, the so-called nobility or inferiority is just something that the people of the world impose on themselves. Since he treats you as a lowly person, then use your noble body to give him a ruthless slap in the face."
Young Master Kuo looked at Long Fei, and said: "Noble body?"
Long Fei said: "Become a Martial Buddha!"
Young Master Kuo said: "But we … I, am I really the one chosen by the Buddha?"
He didn't even believe himself.
Although he knew that he had awakened the swastika mark, but … Could he become a Martial Buddha?
Piccolo said: "Other people's swastika mark is tattooed, ours is real. Just based on this, we have to prove it to others."
Long Fei said indifferently: "Let's go, the Martial Cultivation examination is about to begin."
The three of them walked out of the supervision temple and arrived on the street.
They discovered …
Just as Young Master Kuo's father had said, the streets were filled with people with bare upper bodies, and all of them had a big swastika on their backs.
Some people had tattooed it on.
Some people were even more straightforward, directly drawing it with a brush. They sweated a little, and then their backs were covered in ink.
That scene …
Long Fei was so shocked that he couldn't say a word, "Damn, are they a bunch of retards?"
Everyone dreamed of becoming a Holy Son.
Even if they couldn't become a Holy Son, being able to become a Martial Buddha was a supreme honor.
The monk was also crazy.
Suddenly.
Piccolo pointed into the distance and said: "Look."
"White-clothed Holy Maiden."
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