Chapter 297： Sami (1/2)

Xiao Shi saw how hard he worked, knowing that he valued supernatural powers and did not disturb him.

However, she is not very optimistic. Shentong is so easy to cultivate. There will not be only these people at the King Kong Temple.

More than a hundred monks, except for Xiao Sami, the young monk, and the middle-aged monk, can really practice magical powers. I am afraid that only the old monks, more than twenty, will break the sky. That was more than a hundred years of practice.

Each disciple at the King Kong Temple is a genius, and he has achieved supernatural powers at a young age, but it is only possible to practice in the temple for several years.

Chu Li wanted to achieve something in just ten days. It was a dream.

But if he wanted to be so magical, let him go.

Xiao Shi went out of the house and walked to the courtyard.

A dozen little sands came together and looked at her curiously.

A small, yellowish-looking little sand closed up and said, ”Women, can you take off the veil and let us see what you look like?”

”No, little monk, I am afraid that you will move your heart.” Xiao Shi shook her head.

”The female donor looked down upon us too much.” Although Xiaoya was sick, her eyebrows were full of vitality and her eyes were clear: ”We see red powder like a skull, how can we move our hearts?”

”That is, we look at the female donor, but only one bone.” Xiao Sha beside him agreed.

Xiao Shi smiled: ”The little monk is hard-mouthed, I really want to unveil it?”

”Reveal it, let's see it!” Xiao Shami hurriedly hurried.

Xiao Shi looked at them with a smile: ”What if you move your heart and break your practice, what would your Master do to me?”

”Do not blame you, do not blame you, female donor, we will never say.” Xiao Sha Mi were busy.

The thin little Sami said, ”Daughter, do you look ugly?”

”Good little monk. Do you also know the beauty and ugliness?” Xiao Shi chuckled.

Slim little Sami said: ”The female donor, the poor monk is anxious, not a young monk.”

”Okay. Xiaoan, a monk.” Xiao Shi said, ”Can you come up with a strong line? I want to divide this bead into two strings.”

”Reliquary beads?” Xu'an hurriedly said, ”Female donor, this is reliquary beads. Don't lose them!”

”It doesn't matter if you divide it into two strings,” Xiao Shi said. ”I have a thin wrist and can't wear it.”

”I'll get the line!” Void rushed away.

He quickly took a white thread and looked slender, but unusually flexible.

”This is an empty silkworm thread,” Void offering treasure said. ”Even with a knife, you keep cutting it.”

”Thank you, little monk,” Xiao Shi laughed.

She took off the beads to untie it, but failed.

Xu An grinned, ”This is the Prajna buckle, you can't solve the female donor, I'll come!”

”You have so many tricks at the King Kong Temple.” Xiao Shi handed him the beads.

Xu An said: ”Because the Masters and Masters are too busy.”

The Shami grinned.

Xu An's fingers are thin and dexterous. Quickly unlocked the beads, then lowered their heads to separate the beads, but because of the thirty-five, there was no way to divide equally, and frowning for a while, then he got up and ran away.

Xiao Shi looked at him in surprise.

A moment later, Xu An ran back again, holding a relic in his hand, and when the original relic was released, he had enough 36. Suddenly his eyes burst into laughter.

Xiao Shi pouted and smiled: ”You little monk, it's funny, forget it. You can take this one out!”

She said, handing the two relics to Xu'an: ”This is for you, I remember you, Xu'an, a young monk.”

Xu An waved his hands.

He is a disciple of the King Kong Temple and naturally knows the value of this relic.