Chapter 85 Victory in the First Battle

As everyone approached, the huge and messy square suddenly came into the eyes of everyone. However, no one paid attention to this. They all stared at the center of the field, and their faces were full of terrified.

In the middle of the square, on the edge of a deep pit, Li Tian fell to the ground without image, with a gray face and a pale and extremely miserable face. As for the old monk, it is the previous appearance, without any change. Looking down on Li Tian, there is an indescribable majesty and domineering.

"Walala..."

Shaking the strange chain wrapped around his body a few times, the old monk smiled and said, "Yes, bear, you are really a good means!" How about it? Will you admit defeat in this battle?

With a bitter smile, Li Tian said helplessly, "Master, you are a senior, and I, Li Tian, am willing to gamble and lose!" However, why don't you return my things to me for the sake of the three valley owners?

Li Tian personally admitted defeat. Suddenly, all the people in Dafan Temple were extremely happy. They didn't expect that there would be such a high-level person in Dafan Temple. Although this old monk is extremely sloppy and behaves more like a demon monk, he won the first battle for Dafan Temple.

It's comfortable! Have fun!

At this moment, all the disciples of Dafan Temple have a kind of high-brow exhalation pleasure. After being suppressed for a long time, now he finally has a little anger.

Perhaps because of the comfortable mood, many disciples quietly spread the voice.

"Amitabha, Dafan Bodhisattva has infinite merit. Originally, I don't know why my Dafan high monk called Li Tian a bear. It turned out that his body is a bear!"

"Well, that's right."

I don't know what the elder used? The roar just now was simply devastating and terrible. It was Li Tian's strongest move, but he was defeated. Moke stared at the field and thought to himself.

"Hahahaha..."

Hearing Li Tian's inquiry, the old monk laughed a few times, and then stared at Li Tian jokingly and said, "Xiao Xiong, since you heard the three valley owners talk about me, why didn't they tell you my temper?"

His face suddenly became gloomy. At this time, Li Tian had the impulse to kill the old monk. However, his eyes swept over the golden gourd on his back, and his heart trembled, suppressing the idea in his heart.

"Gig..."

At this time, Tianxiang Niang has come down to the throne, pulls the little fairy-like seventh princess, and said to the old monk, "Master, I have asked for help from the Li Tian brothers. Can you take my sake and make it convenient? In this way, I owe you a favor in the future. How about that?

"Well.... OK! That's it, but those three guys are naturally not immune from such a good opportunity. If they don't bleed one by one, I won't do it! You just vaguely saw how cruel this little bear's killing move is that he actually meant to kill me, hum!" The old monk's eyes flashed and answered skillfully.

"Well.... Is this really my high monk of Dafan?

Although the old monk won the first victory for Dafan and boosted morale, his various styles made everyone doubt in their hearts.

The power of Wanyao Valley left, and the people of Dafan Temple were naturally very happy, and even the three elders smiled.

At the same time, in the forbidden area of Dafan Temple, the sloppy old monk knelt on a small bone tower at this moment. The bone tower is not built by real bones, but because it stores a large amount of ashes in it, so it is called a bone tower.

There are many such bone towers in this forbidden place. As long as they are elder-level disciples, once they fall and are silent, they will put their ashes into the bone tower and stand in the ranks.

After kneeling in front of a small bone tower for a long time, the old monk stood up and carefully picked up a fine iron jar surrounded by a circle of Buddha's power. The jar was engraved with the name and ranking, which belonged to his master.

As the fine iron jar was picked up, a wrinkled ancient monster skin suddenly appeared on it, and a line of small words like a fly head was written on it.

The sloppy old monk's eyes suddenly lit up and hurriedly put the fine iron jar into the ring between his fingers. Then, he held the wrinkled animal skin in both hands and trembled slightly all over.

He is very familiar with this beast skin, which is the first monster he hunted in those years. He cut off the most flexible animal skin in the monster's abdomen and gave it to the master. Unexpectedly, I saw this animal skin again now.

As for the handwriting on the animal skin, it made the old monk excited. It was the handwriting that belonged to his master!

"My disciple, you have suffered! The master is also forced. After all, he is a member of Dafan and a member of Buddhism. He has many difficulties. I hope you can understand..."

Reading the words on the skin word by word, the old monk's eyes were already tearful at this moment. In his mind, he unconsciously recalled the various scenes when he met his master, was caught as a foreign beast, wanted to be killed to cook delicious food, was saved by his master, took good care of him, taught some cultivation skills, and begged for himself. The elders have opened their wisdom.......

Everything has passed for thousands of years, but it is like yesterday's yellow flowers.

"Bum bang..."

Holding the animal skin, the old monk respectfully kowtowed three times on the ground, then stood up, never looked back, and left Dafan directly. As for the 18 Arhat Demon Buddha Array of Dafan Temple, it is naturally impossible to trap him.