However, the Eight-armed God didn't stop his attacks. Instead, he arched his brows and lowered his head, clashing with Xiaoxun's fingers with his forehead bone! Although Xiaoxun's fingers were ferocious, this was reality, not a fantasy novel. How could the hardness of a finger bone be stronger than a brow bone?
It was already too late for Xiaoxun to change directions. She never expected that with the grandfather-grandson duo working together, one of them would fall the moment they clashed! Once her grandpa fell, how many blows could she withstand? This time, it was all over for him!
At that moment, Xiaoxun saw a divine light light up behind the Eight-armed God. Xiaoxun's heart palpitated. Could this be the legendary Three Flowers Converged Crown, Five Energies Unification, Quintessential Energy release, and the head's glow?
However, when she took a careful look, her face instantly darkened. It was a bald head reflecting light!
"This fellow? His courage is commendable, but how much use can an ordinary person be? He probably won't be able to get up after one punch. "Xiaoxun reeled in despair.
At that moment, a Buddhist proclamation sounded. "Amitabha. Patron, the stewardess is already there. Don't just stand there and watch. Have a seat. "
As that was said, the monk extended his hand to touch the Eight-armed God's shoulder.
Xiaoxun hurriedly said, "Be careful!"
To touch a warrior at this moment? Regardless of whether you had any ill intentions, he would treat it as such. The outcome would be … you should thank the heavens if you weren't beaten to death!
Indeed, the Eight-armed God's brows twitched as he rapidly struck out with his left elbow, aiming straight for the monk's throat! How strong was a master of combat? Even a master of combat would be killed in one strike if it struck the weak throat!
Xiaoxun felt like she could already see the monk on the spot.
However, she saw the monk's hand suddenly press down and block his elbow. Then, he used the momentum to push forward! Xiaoxun watched in astonishment as the powerful Eight-armed God's elbow strike, which weighed hundreds of kilograms, was bent by a single push from his opponent!
The Eight-armed God wore a look of horror. He had practiced Muay Thai his entire life, and in terms of strength, he believed that no one could easily break through his full-powered strike! Furthermore, the monk didn't look like he practiced martial arts! Even if he did, how old was he? Even if he started cultivating in his mother's womb, how long could he cultivate?
However, the truth was that it was as if he had hit a speeding truck with his elbow, and he was brought back without any resistance.
Tyrant's hand pressed down lightly and the Eight-armed God felt as though his bones were about to break. His left arm was twisted like a fried dough twist! If he hadn't practiced jujitsu diligently, his arm would have been broken! Even so, he was in so much pain that he almost cried.
Tyrant pressed his arm against his shoulder and chuckled, "Don't cause trouble for the stewardesses. Sit down."
As he spoke, the Eight-armed God felt as if a truck had fallen on top of his head, and he couldn't help but sit down! Following that, he heard a click. It was the warm-hearted monk who helped him fasten his seatbelt. He even smiled at him and said, "Just now, the stewardess said that you must fasten your seatbelt on the plane. I'll help you fasten it. Sit properly and don't move. "Then the monk rubbed his head and said," Be good. "
The Eight-armed God felt an urge to cry. Who was he? The former king of fighting in Southeast Asia! Yet, she was subdued by a monk just like that. All he did was rub her head and say, "Good?"
Good my ass! The Eight-armed God wished to resist, but when he thought of the monk's nearly irresistible strength, he immediately shriveled up.
The battle happened in a split second, and everyone's attention was attracted by the person feigning illness. By the time everyone realized that something was amiss and looked over, the Eight-armed God had already been forced to sit down by Fangzheng.
Xiaoxun's grandfather happened to straighten his back as he looked at Fangzheng in a daze.
Xiaoxun was dumbfounded as she constantly rubbed her face and even pinched herself. After grimacing in pain, she looked at Fangzheng as though he was a monster.
"Old Man, your body isn't bad. However, it's best not to do any difficult actions on a plane. Sit properly and fasten your seatbelt." The monk grinned at the elder.
The elder subconsciously nodded, sat back down, and fastened his seatbelt.
"What about me?" Seeing that Fangzheng ignored her, Xiaoxun immediately felt aggrieved at being forgotten. Was she that insignificant? Hence, she asked indignantly.
Fangzheng looked at the person who was rolling on the ground in pain and said, "Go and help save him."
"Save him? Are you kidding me? I can beat him up, and I can help if he injures his tendons, bones, or skin. But this … I don't know either. "Xiaoxun looked bitterly at Fangzheng. In martial arts, those who were accomplished were the masters. The strong were naturally respected. Having been influenced in this aspect from a young age, Xiaoxun believed in this. She was already convinced by Fangzheng's strength, so she naturally wouldn't find fault with him.
Fangzheng nodded seriously. "That's right. Go and save him."
"How?" Xiaoxun asked.
Fangzheng said, "Just kick it hard."
"Ah?" Xiaoxun was dumbfounded.
Xiaoxun's grandfather's eyes lit up. "Xiaoxun, listen to Master. Kick him!"
Xiaoxun snapped to her senses and looked at the furious Eight-armed God before looking at Fangzheng and her grandfather. Immediately, she was enlightened. She shook her long legs and grunted. "If I can't beat the old one, I'll beat the young one!"
With that said, Xiaoxun left.
The air stewardesses were busy checking when Xiaoxun suddenly squeezed through the crowd and shouted, "I'm here to treat him!"
Fangzheng pressed his palms together and lowered his head. "Amitabha."
"Ow!" A tragic cry sounded. Following that, there was the sound of an argument. Following that, there was the questioning of the air stewardesses.
"Didn't you have a stomachache?" the air stewardess asked.
"Uh … I … suddenly recovered." The man wore a dumbfounded look. Only then did he realize that he should be feigning illness. He immediately felt embarrassed.
"Look, I said I'm here to treat him, right? You didn't believe me. How is it? You're cured, right? Alright, stop looking at me. Don't kneel down. I don't like people thanking me for doing good deeds. "With that said, Xiaoxun flicked her ponytail and left.
The man looked at her with a dark expression before looking at the Eight-armed God who had been pushed back by Fangzheng. Without the Eight-armed God's instructions, he was at a loss. All he could do was return to his seat and feign ignorance.
Xiaoxun came in front of Fangzheng and gave him a thumbs up. "Awesome!"
Fangzheng smiled and didn't say a word.
The air stewardesses saw that everything was fine. It was just a false alarm, so they left to deal with other matters.
"Monk, you spoiled my plans! I'm not done with you! "The Eight-armed God glared angrily at Fangzheng.
Fangzheng shrugged. "Alright."
"Do you know who I am?" The Eight-armed God came over and said fiercely.
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