Chapter 633 Gifts
"I heard they called you Young Master Fei, may I ask your name..." the ancient warrior with the appearance of a businessman asked.
"My name is Xiao Fei." Xiao Fei didn't hide his name either.
"You are Leader Xiao!" The martial artist who looked like a merchant suddenly widened his eyes. When the others heard this, they all turned their heads and looked this way. The rich man put away the drone, and the monk jumped off the roof of the luxury car.
The other players who played King of Glory also put down their phones. The student-looking ancient martial artist was even more surprised. Xiao Fei just laughed at him for driving a fake car.
"It's guaranteed to be a fake." Xiao Fei said.
"Master Xiao, hello, we have been waiting for you for a long time, hello." After the businessman finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to him, wanting to shake his hand, Xiao Fei stretched out his hand upon seeing this. Suddenly, he felt a strong force coming from his hand, and the merchant's right hand became as hard as an iron tong.
This is the rule among ancient warriors, and they rarely shake hands with each other. Once shaking hands, it means to test martial arts. This unwritten rule is rarely known to outsiders.
Obviously, those ancient warriors couldn't believe him just because of his words.
So it was to test me? Although Xiao Fei is the leader of the southern ancient martial arts world, no one has tried him before. But when he felt a huge force coming, he immediately understood.
"Aren't your hands like iron tongs? Condensing your true energy in your right hand? But your true energy is still a little weak in front of me."
Thinking of this, Xiao Fei exerted his strength lightly. The businessman's right hand, which was like iron tongs, suddenly softened like tofu.
"Leader, please forgive me, I... know I was wrong!" Feeling the sharp pain in his hand, the businessman was sweating all over, as if all the bones in his right hand would be crushed in a second, he hurriedly begged for mercy.
"Hehe." Xiao Fei chuckled and let go of his right hand.
"Leader, please forgive my offense just now!" After being let go, the businessman felt relieved. He practiced hard skills such as iron sand palms. If his hands were abolished, all the ancient martial arts would be gone. Respectfully said: "I just wanted to confirm the identity of the leader, I didn't mean to offend."
"I know, otherwise, would your hand still be there?" Xiao Fei said, "I was still worried just now, and I accidentally pinched you. My skills are too strong, and I don't want to pinch your hand." , it is really difficult."
He turned his head and said to a group of ancient warriors: "So, in the future, you must not test me if you have nothing to do. If I can't grasp my strength and ruin your cultivation, it will be troublesome."
"Your order!" A group of ancient warriors cupped their fists and said respectfully. Even the little ancient martial artist who looks like a student has done a good job of etiquette. However, only the monk raised one hand on his chest and said Amitabha.
These people saluted respectfully on the surface, but secretly slandered in their hearts: Too strong and hard to control? Accidentally destroying one's cultivation? Isn't this pretentious? But thinking that the businessman with the strongest cultivation base among them has suffered a loss, and Xiao Fei has done many earth-shattering events in Miaojiang, so he dare not say anything more.
"Leader Xiao, we received a call from Huang Bolin three days ago. He said that you were going to come down from the mountain, so we came here to wait." The businessman said, "Because he didn't tell us clearly that there are four of you, so we all together I didn’t recognize it at first.”
"It's okay, it's okay." Xiao Fei said, "I didn't recognize it just now, and it's not too late to recognize it now."
"Everyone, this is Xiao Fei, the young leader of the ancient martial arts world in the south. I believe everyone has seen that he is real." The businessman turned to the other ancient martial artists and said, "Since we have seen the true god, then, Everyone, take out the gifts you have prepared."
These ancient warriors from the southwest have never been in contact with each other before, and they don't know each other's names. But invisibly, this businessman named Gu Peng has become their leader. When a group of strangers are together, there must be a leader.
"There are still gifts?" Xiao Fei was pleasantly surprised: "But don't give me any pills, magic weapons, etc., because I don't like those things."
"Of course we know about this." The rich second-generation ancient warrior stepped forward, handed Xiao Fei a bank card, and said with a smile: "Express your heart, of course you want to give the leader what you like."
Xiao Fei took it over and saw that it was from the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China. On the signature of the bank card, it says: password: 123456, and another number: 500,000.
These ancient warriors rely on their own strength, and it is very easy to make money, and it is no problem to spend 500,000 yuan.
"Not bad, not bad!" Xiao Fei said happily: "I think back then, when I was on the mountain, one or two yuan of sesame oil money was very precious. After I went down the mountain to do business, I only charged fifty yuan. Now you give it away It’s really sincere to give hundreds of thousands.”
Seeing the money, Xiao Fei smiled, and wanted to remember the bitterness and sweetness.
"Leader, this is mine." At this time, the ancient warrior monk also handed Xiao Fei a bank card. These southwest ancient warriors got news from the southern ancient warriors, knowing that Xiao Fei was greedy for money, so they all sent bank cards.
The bank card given by the monk was from China Construction Bank, and the password was also 123456, but the amount was one million.
"Damn it!" Xiao Fei was shocked: "I used to be a monk, why don't you have money?" I think back when he was a monk, and he was also a host, the annual sesame oil money was only a few hundred yuan.
"The lord was also a member of my Buddhist sect?" Monk Gu Wuzhe was pleasantly surprised: "So, you are a senior brother?"
Xiao Fei has grown his hair now, it is really hard for others to know without specifying, he used to be a monk.
"You are thirty or forty years old, and you actually call me senior brother?" Xiao Fei asked strangely.
"In my Buddhist sect, those who are capable come first. Whoever comprehends the wonderful truth of Buddhism first will be the senior brother." The monk said.
"Although what you said is correct, and my seniority is indeed much higher than your seniority. But I think it will be difficult for you to comprehend the wonderful truth of Buddhism in your whole life." Xiao Fei said.
Buddhists call them brothers and sisters, and what they pay attention to is the understanding of Buddhism, not the strength of martial arts. Because Xiao Fei is better than him in martial arts, he is called Senior Brother Xiao Fei. It can be seen that his character is a bit flattering.
Once the personality is flawed, it is absolutely impossible to comprehend the wonderful truth of Buddhism.
Hearing Xiao Fei's words, Monk Gu Wuzhe looked a bit ugly. Staring at the bank card in Xiao Fei's hand, he felt unwilling. He sent money and didn't get compliments? As for Xiao Fei, he is not the kind of person who likes to tell lies.
Say what is on your mind.