The girl with the pear-shaped hair looked up at the person who came in confusion, her face turned red, and she seemed to be about to combust on the spot.
I thought this young man in white was already very handsome, but I didn't expect that the young man in black walking in front of me was even more handsome.
One of them is handsome and suave, the other is cold as ice. They are of two different colors, but both are extremely handsome men who make people blush and their hearts beat faster.
Fu Jia came over, took a look at the milk tea in Bodhi's hand, and said seriously: "Miss, let me sweep the money for you."
"No, no, that's not necessary." Lihuatou blushed and shook her head desperately, then ran away covering her face.
Bodhi was not surprised to see the newcomer. He lowered his head and took a sip of milk tea, slowly chewing the pearls and swallowing them. Then he said, "Fujia, I'm not in the mood to fight with you today."
Fu Jia pursed her lips and said nothing. After the girls left, she tiptoed towards Bodhi.
Bodhi dodged the attack by leaning to the side and shouted angrily, "Have you any respect for martial ethics? Can you wait until I finish my milk tea before you start fighting?"
While he was speaking, Fu Jia had already launched three palm strikes, each one carrying wind. Bodhi was unable to dodge the last one and had to throw the milk tea cup in his hand away.
There was still half a cup of milk tea left. If it was hit by this palm, it would explode on the spot. Needless to say, the person who struck this palm would be covered in water.
Fu Jia's expression suddenly changed, and at the last moment he changed the direction of his palm. His palm hit the air in mid-air, and the sycamore tree a few meters away was frightened by the powerful airflow, and half of its leaves fell off.
Seeing the power of that palm, Bodhi's face changed.
Previously, Fu Jia had only used 40% of his strength when attacking him, but today he used 80%.
If it were a few hundred years ago, let alone 80% of his strength, even if Fu Jia used 100% of his strength, he would not be his match.
But now that the Emperor has deprived him of 80% of his magic power, he may not be Fu Jia's opponent.
Bodhi's expression also became serious. Both of them hid their figures and exchanged several moves in a few blinks of an eye.
At the beginning, Bodhi was able to do it with ease, but after a while, it became quite difficult for him.
He failed to dodge several attacks and was hit several times, causing a burning pain.
Bodhi was really anxious now: "You little bastard, do you really want to kill your master?!"
In the past, he always asked this question in a joking manner.
Today is different. Today he can see that this bastard Fu Jia is deadly with every move.
This is no joke.
Bodhi has divine power, so he will not die naturally. However, if he were to receive a fatal injury, he would feel pain.
Being in extreme pain but not being able to die is a torture that even gods would fear.
There is truly no way to live, and no way to die.
Fu Jia's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he uttered a few words in a hoarse voice: "Master, don't blame me."
Bodhi only felt a palm wind rushing towards him at lightning speed. He was unable to dodge and was hit right in the heart. The whole person was carried into the air by the powerful force.
His back hit the tree trunk hard, and the poor sycamore tree swayed left and right, as if it was about to be cut in half.
Bodhi felt a black screen before his eyes, he felt dizzy and blurry, and coughed up blood when he opened his mouth.
The next second, a ghostly figure flashed beside him, and used his palm as a blade to chop his limbs directly.
The body of this abandoned god was similar to that of a mortal, extremely weak. With just four moves, the tendons in his hands and feet were all broken.
Bodhi felt as if ten thousand ants were crawling all over his body. The pain was so severe that he saw golden light. His body slid down limply and fell into a cold embrace.
Fu Jia took a look at his appearance, turned away, and spoke again with difficulty: "Master, don't blame me."
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