Li Feng now believes that these three people are old acquaintances, after all, both the Dharma and Taoist names are so strange.

"Don't misunderstand that my monk's Dharma name is the interpretation of the Qing rules and precepts, Gan is the Gan of Qiankun! My junior sister's Taoist name is Huan of Duke Huan of Qi, let's do it again!"

The old monk seemed to see the doubts and jokes in Li Feng's eyes, and immediately began to explain. Now he wanted to ask the master why he gave him such a magic number. It was a bit weird to say it!

But Master Huan Zai didn't have too many expressions, and seemed to have adapted to this situation long ago.

The names of the three monks were extremely disharmonious, which made Li Feng very strange. He looked at Ma Laosan next to him, and the other party shook his head and said that he didn't know either.

The little fat man gave him an angrily glance. This wretched brother didn't know anything. He was still his master and uncle, and he was unfilial to his descendants!

Erpang always appears at the most critical moment. Just when the three of them were having dinner, Erpang was arched in by Xiao Jin. It seemed that he was very reluctant to share food with a group of people.

I carried a small bag on my back. This was made by my sister specifically for Erpang, which contained some food. Of course, Erpang would not carry this bag when he stayed in the command center. The reason for carrying a backpack is very simple, that is, my sister must have gone out.

As long as you guess, you know that Xiao Jin is following his sister, and then there are Xiao Mei and the others.

"Are the masters satisfied with the meals of our Eighth Route Army?"

"Satisfied, I may have put more oil in this salted fish. Remember to add less oil next time." The dirty Taoist priest is a person who is arrogant. He was a little polite, but he didn't know how to restrain himself.

This big bald man is more polite. He folded his hands together, shouted Amitabha again, and finally said with a smile

"Thank you, the female donor, for giving the vegetarian meal. I am very grateful to you, my junior sister."

"You're welcome!" The old lady replied with a hypocritical smile, and at a glance she knew she was feeling sorry for the food.

Li Feng didn't care. Recently, they robbed a lot of food from the bandits. There was nothing more than three mouths. The little girl brought back some children, so she still kept them all!

Besides, which army can find someone who is more edible than Erpang, a coward?

It's unreasonable that even animals can't afford to raise people. Li Feng thought these three monks were very interesting, especially this big bald man, with steady steps and solid arms. He knew at a glance that he had two brushes in his hand.

"Dirty Taoist Master, I wonder what Ma Wenda learned when he followed you before?" The little fat man pointed indirectly to see what skills these three people had.

Unexpectedly, the old charlatan looked at his apprentice, then waved his hand and replied in disgust.

"This stupid boy is just a knife. After learning my skills a little, he went out to make a living. You guy didn't claim my name, right? You can't afford to lose this person as a teacher."

Just as Ma Lao San was about to speak, Master Huan Zai, who was standing beside him, suddenly snorted coldly and said with some displeasure.

"Hmph, you have the nerve to say that Xiao Da is a good child, you have been taken out to cheat all day long, and you don't teach him how to do it. It's really a pain to have a master like you!"

After saying that, the master also put a piece of meat into Ma Laosan's bowl, which looked like a long-winded mother.

Damn, if Ma Laosan had not looked like the master's brother, if he had not looked like the master's brother, Li Feng would have thought that this guy was the master's illegitimate son.

In fact, the situation is similar. Master Huan Zai is quite old, but his face has always been very young, and I don’t know how to maintain it. Could it be that he really has the ability to keep his face?

"Several donors, my dirty junior brother is particularly proficient in poison skills, so Mr. Wenda actually learned a lot of money from him, but unfortunately, he didn't learn all my junior brother's skills, otherwise even I might not be his opponent."

Anyway, Li Feng couldn't hear whether this old monk was bragging or being modest. Damn, while saying that you can't beat you after you finish your studies, the implicit meaning is that I can torture you now. What does this mean?

When Ma Laosan saw that the boss was very confused, he immediately began to explain.

"Boss, my master is actually very skilled in kung fu. Not only is he proficient in extra kung fu, but even that kung fu is very powerful, especially his set of dragon-subduing tiger sticks. I saw him breaking the iron rod with a bamboo pole before, and after the bamboo pole was beaten, the bamboo pole was intact."

While Ma Laosan said, he looked at the big bald man very yearningly, not knowing whether he admired him or was thinking about the other party's martial arts.

The group of people around were also startled. Li Feng also stood up at this time, bowed his hands and said with a smile.

"I don't know that the master is such a martial arts master, I feel respectful!"

"My nephew Wenda praised me. In fact, I have only had some self-protection skills in my life, and I can't be called a martial arts master." The bald man was very modest and didn't talk about performance at this time. I don't know if he was afraid that his unique skills would be leaked or he was unwilling to "show off his ugly face".

The old charlatan snorted coldly, and he liked to go against the big bald man, and at that time he couldn't help but argue

"What can I do if a stick technique is so powerful? I have damaged my meridians before. If my junior sister was not here, all your martial arts would have been ruined." After that, the old charlatan picked up the chopsticks and pointed at Li Feng.

"Boy, I'll tell you, since you want to trap us, I might as well tell you straight to the point.

The three of us have their own abilities. This big bald man is very powerful in martial arts. Not only is it a dragon-subduing tiger stick, but I, a stinky apprentice, only knows the stick. Although I don’t want to admit it, the big bald man’s skills in fisting and kicking are also very good. I think I am not an opponent.

Speaking of me, my kung fu is like Jiu Jitsu. I can choose martial arts like Tai Chi, but I use hidden weapons and sneak attacks, and of course, there are also poisons.

As for my junior sister... Although her fighting skills are not very good, her medical skills are definitely unparalleled in the world. Not only are she proficient in traditional Chinese medicine, but she is also very proficient in Western medicine.

Moreover, my junior sister has another unique skill, which is light skills. I might as well tell you that my junior sister has already practiced the light skills to the ultimate level.

For example, my junior sister can go straight to the three-foot wall with all her might!”

Hiss ~

After listening to the old charlatan's story, Li Feng couldn't help but take a breath. It turned out that these people were masters hiding among the people.

I used to think that Gu Jing's kicking was powerful, and she could kick a corner through a wall, and she could kick a person's head out of her body when fighting.

Now it seems that I am still a little bit observing the sky, but I didn’t expect these three old guys to be so powerful.

Especially this nun, she looked very quiet, but she didn't expect that she could jump up to a three-foot-high wall when she moved.

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