Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself

"Great Sun Tathagata Palm!"

After seeing the light on this little monk.

Many people at the scene frowned, obviously thinking of something. But before they could react, the young monk in front of them suddenly burst out with an extremely dazzling light.

Accompanied by this dazzling flash of light.

Golden palm prints suddenly burst out from the little monk's body.

And with the appearance of this golden palm print.

The woman who retreated flew away in an instant. At the same time as she went out, her clothes exploded, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin, and a golden palm print also appeared on her lower abdomen.

The woman fell directly under the ring, her body trembling continuously.

The hood on his face was also torn off, revealing a beautiful face.

But at this moment, she was as pale as snow, and blood couldn't stop pouring out of her mouth.

The little monk was stunned for a moment, then quickly jumped off the ring and ran to the woman's side. Then he called out the Buddha's name and placed his palm on the woman's belly.

As he continued to chant Amitabha, the woman's face gradually became better.

But the young monk said apologetically: "The poor monk didn't stop his hand and hurt the donor. It's all the poor monk's fault. The poor monk will naturally pray for the donor in front of the Buddha!"

Although the young monk said that, the expression in his eyes was very strange. At the same time, his palms were firmly attached to the woman's belly, giving people an extremely wretched feeling.

Fortunately, this kind of thing didn't last too long.

As the woman's face gradually returned to its original color, and began to become flushed, the woman snorted, stood up from the ground quickly, got into the crowd, and disappeared.

The young monk called out Amitabha.

He turned around and climbed onto the ring again, then took out two prayer bead bracelets and threw them to the fat man.

Then he stood there and started chanting sutras in a low voice.

I don't know if he was repenting for his actions just now, or if he was using sutra chanting to cover up his inner restlessness.

"The Palm of the Great Sun Tathagata!

At such a young age, he has mastered such a unique skill! "

Suddenly no one dared to go on stage anymore.

This little monk looks so young, but he masters such a powerful martial arts, which is really incredible.

However, the reputation of the Divine Palm of the Great Sun Tathagata is known throughout the world.

Ordinary people simply don't have the confidence to be able to block such a magical power.

But those who were sure of winning the little monk didn't want to take action so early.

after all. No one dares to say that he is the best in the world.

Even if you have extraordinary abilities in a certain area, no one knows if anyone can restrain themselves.

Exposing their strength prematurely meant that they had no hope of competing for the leadership of the martial arts alliance.

Although, this martial arts leader seems to be a thankless job.

But it still attracts many people.

As time passed by, no one came on stage anymore.

The old monk from Shaolin Temple had a smile on his face.

This is his plan.

Of course, he would not let himself become the leader of the martial arts alliance.

At the last critical moment, he will let the puppet he arranged jump onto the ring.

By then, after a hard-fought battle.

His little disciple will admit defeat, allowing the more powerful puppet to become the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Although, the matter of paying money to run for the championship was discussed by the heads of them.

And he said that he must play twenty games.

But the martial arts leader must be elected today.

If no one comes up to challenge by then, then there will be no need to play twenty games at all.

Whoever stands on the high platform in the end is the well-deserved winner.

The whole world is a witness.

Therefore, it actually doesn’t matter whether we play all twenty games or not!

This is a conspiracy.

But it is a very clever conspiracy!

Facing the conspiracy of Shaolin Temple.

In the arena, many people immediately noticed the mystery.

Shaolin Temple is a large sect with a rich heritage.

To use Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon as an example, they actually underestimated the Shaolin Temple.

As the top sect in the world, the Shaolin Temple has abundant resources and countless masters trained in martial arts secrets. Therefore, even though they know that this is a conspiracy, ordinary people have no way to eliminate it.

Only those big sects have the capital to spend.

It just depends on which sect has more masters.

Seeing that the little monk had read the scriptures back and forth several times.

There was finally a commotion in the audience again.

A man in a green shirt jumped up from below.

He was holding a sword in his hand, and his long gown was fluttering all over his body.

He looked handsome and elegant, and instantly won the favor of many martial arts female knights.

After he went up, he gently cupped his hands.

I didn’t mean to introduce myself.

Instead, he directly took out a banknote, and then stood there, motionless. The whole person seemed to have turned into a sharp sword with a scabbard.

The young monk didn't feel anything and was still chanting sutras.

Until the fat man nodded and made sure there was nothing wrong with the banknote in his hand.

The little monk suddenly moved.

This little monk is not at all as honest and honest as he seems on the surface.

He was also aware of the power of this young man, so he did not hesitate, and without even saying another word about Amitabha, he quickly rushed towards the opponent, as fast as a wheel speeding across the ground.

"There are so many young talents in this world!" Wu Gong clicked his tongue.

"That's right! When we first came out of the martial arts world, how could there be any martial arts masters in the martial arts world?" Huang Rong couldn't help but sigh, "At that time, someone with a second-rate level could already walk sideways in the martial arts world. . Top-notch masters are the heads and elders of various sects, and they are hard to see." In a daze, Huang Rong seemed to see herself back then. That little girl, who was not very good at studying, actually dared to run rampant in the world with the help of her martial arts and medical skills. Fortunately, I didn't encounter any strong opponents. Otherwise, I don’t know how I died.

Look at the present. Not only the old monsters in the world, but also every one of them has entered the realm of legends. Even these young talents who are new to the world. Each one of them also possesses extraordinary strength. This made Huang Rong couldn't help but wonder, was she old?

But then I thought about it, Huang Rong herself was only less than forty years old.

How is this considered old?

While thinking about the matter, the young monk had already collided with this unknown young man. The golden palm clashed with the sharp sword blade. The sound of Sanskrit and the explosion of air when the blade cut through the air were intertwined, and the tinkling sound was extremely noisy. But if you listen carefully, it makes people feel that it is a bit superior.

Although the two of them are not very old.

But it was enough to despise 90% of the martial arts warriors on the field.

And watching the fight between the two.

The crowd around him kept making gasping sounds.

This young monk knew immediately that he came from Shaolin Temple.

But where did this young man come from?

The Ling Emperor's swordsmanship was extremely ferocious, but also without any rules. It's hard to tell which sect it comes from. However, judging from the decoration on this young man. It's a lot like the Wu-Tang Clan. Many people have set their sights on the Wudang Clan. But everyone in the Wu-Tang Clan had expressionless faces. It was as if he didn't recognize the young man in front of him either.

The little monk cried secretly. This person is really difficult to deal with.

My own palm of the Great Sun Tathagata is the palm of the Supreme Sun and the Holy Saint, and I am the master of the powerful Vajra Palm. The Powerful Vajra Palm is one of the top 10 powerful martial arts among Shaolin's 72 stunts, but it is not worth mentioning compared with the Great Sun Tathagata Divine Palm. Just because, the palm of this Great Sun Tathagata can be used to attack, retreat or defend. Not only does he have extremely powerful palm skills, but he also has magical powers to protect his body.

When the magical power of body protection is activated, the flesh and blood all over the body is as indestructible as a diamond.

So even though he was using his bare hands, the man in front of him still couldn't pierce his body with his sword.

But after all, he is not as old as the other party, and he has not spent as much time practicing martial arts as the other party.

Although, with his extraordinary talent and the fact that eminent monks from the Shaolin Temple have been helping him regulate his meridians since ancient times, his energy is comparable to the top masters in the world. But the eminent monks in Shaolin Temple were also afraid of overthrowing the young monk's Dantian and did not over-expand the young monk's Dantian.

As a result, the young monk's energy capacity could not be compared with that of the young man in front of him.

Facing the endless sword attack.

The little monk immediately felt a huge headache. In panic, the palm technique he swung out began to become messy.

The old monk standing below the ring immediately let out a long sigh.

After all, this disciple of his is too young and lacks vitality.

Although he is extremely talented, his weaknesses are immediately revealed when facing a powerful opponent of equal strength.

"Amitabha, idiot, surrender." He called out the Buddha's name, and the young monk on the ring immediately stepped back and jumped off the ring as if a heavy burden had been released. Naturally, the young man had no reason to pursue anymore. He also returned the sword to its sheath, then took off the wine bottle from his waist, raised his head and took a big sip.

The drink fell down from the corner of his mouth.

The swordsman put away his wine gourd.

at the same time.

In the Wudang Mountain camp, a young man walked to the side of the spectator garden holding a banknote.

Another twenty thousand taels!

As expected, he is a disciple of the Wu-Dang Clan.

The old monk narrowed his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Wu-Dang Clan Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon actually has such a master!

These guys are really insidious.

However, he also brought many masters with him.

The next moment, at his signal, another tall monk jumped onto the ring.

This monk is tall and tall, and the monk's robe should have been wide and wide to cover his body, but at this moment, the monk's robe was tightly wrapped around his body, showing off those massive muscles to the fullest.

He looked at the young man in front of him expressionlessly.

The monk waved behind him, and a black black iron rod was thrown up.

The monk took the stick in his hand.

In the next second, he quickly rushed towards the young man from the Wudang Clan opposite.

This made the fat man in charge of collecting money frown.

But before he could make any move, a bank note was sent from Shaolin Temple.

The young man looked at the monk rushing towards him. His right hand was placed on the hilt of the sword, but his left hand picked up the wine bottle and took another sip. The next moment, a strong wind surged around him.

Standing by the window, Ximen Chuixue's eyes immediately glowed with dazzling light.

He saw his own shadow in this young man.

What's more important is that this young man has taken a different path from his own, and has already touched the threshold of that level.

"Drunken Sword Immortal!" Ximen Chuixue said the name softly.

However, as the word came out, the young man suddenly pulled out the sword in his hand, and the true energy surged behind him.

A scholar wearing a long gown immediately appeared amid the surge of infuriating energy.

He held a golden bowl in his hand, with light yellow wine rippling in it.

In contrast, an angry-eyed Vajra appeared behind the monk.

The angry-eyed Vajra is extremely majestic.

One hand holds the Demon-Conquering Lord, and the other hand holds the Demon-Conquering Seal.

Suddenly, the young man moved!

The sword in his hand moved forward, and all the colors between heaven and earth seemed to disappear.

Ximen Chuixue had an expression of appreciation on her face.

He could feel that this guy was imitating the sword he slashed at the beginning.

Although he has only learned less than one or two levels of 100% of his skills, he is able to have such a gifted imitation ability in such a short period of time. The future of this year is limitless.

This made Ximen Chuixue think of Ye Gucheng.

If there is anyone in the world who can make him feel sympathy for each other, it may be Ye Gucheng who may be completely dead.

The monk was no match for the young man at all. The angry-eyed King Kong behind him was pierced by the sword in an instant. The monk also had a sword wound that almost cut him from the center, but the sword blade did not penetrate his flesh. too deep.

I can tell.

The young man was already showing mercy.

The young man slowly put away the long sword in his hand, but at this moment the monk in front of him suddenly moved again. Without any hesitation, he waved the black iron rod and shamelessly launched a sneak attack on the young man.

But the young man remained motionless and stood quietly.

The force wrapped around that black iron rod made everyone feel terrified.

It is not difficult to imagine that if the power of the black iron rod hits the young man, it will definitely kill him directly.

But this year it remains unchanged.

Ximen Chuixue sneered, and this sneer was accompanied by him.

The black iron rod suspended in the air immediately made a crunching sound of metal shattering, and then turned into metal shards.

"What is this guy's background?"

Ximen Chuixue asked softly.

"His name is Song Qingshu." (End of chapter)