Chapter 48 Monk

On the 70th birthday of Lin Ge, heroes from all over the world gathered here. The one who dares to come up at this time is either a crazy fool or a top master with real magical power. The man rushed from Qingwei to the outside of the cabinet, which clearly proved his strength.

Good guy, challenge the heroes of the Central Plains with one person, even my young master is not so crazy!

Before they met, Qin Yan had a deep admiration for the man. The man came at the right time, and there was finally a good show at the long and boring banquet!

Qin Yan couldn't wait to go out to see the bustle, but when he saw that everyone around him was indifferent and calm, he did not dare to take the lead. He thought for a moment and said to Lin Muyao, "The junior of Fanbang actually offended the majesty of the elder of the cabinet, which is simply deserved to die. Miss, shall we go out and cheer for the heroes?

Lin Muyao glanced at him and said, "You don't have to worry about it. What waves can a thief with no long eyes turn over!"

Qin Yan rationally chose to shut up. The power of that man made me scared. It's not much worse than my master. Miss, do you really think of him as a little thief?

At this time, an angry shout came from outside the hall: "Where does the monk dare to be wild here!" Then someone scolded, and soon there was a sound of fighting.

For a moment, only the sound of dragons and tigers was heard, the wind and rain roared, and the sound of the master's battle spread far away, like beating a drum.

Lin Muyao listened for a while and said, "That monk has some ability to make the third brother and the master of the wooden hall work together."

Hearing what she said, Qin Yan felt that he could not miss this good scene, so he got up and said, "I'm going to bring tea for Miss Mu." With that, he walked out.

As soon as he got to the door, he saw that the curtain covering the door curtain was blown up by a gust of wind, and the scorching waves came to his face, which made him to breathe stag, and his whole body seemed to be blow back. He tried to stand firm, and then heard the sound of cups and dishes breaking. I don't know how many tables have suffered under the strong wind.

The heroes in the hall were no longer stable and walked out one after another. Qin Yan raised his eyes and saw the indifferent and handsome face and the dignified and beautiful woman beside him. After several years, the indifferent appearance of the wild goose has not changed much compared with the past, and there is an evil charm in the calmness. The woman beside him was also stunning in the world, with a little enchanting charm in his dignity. Qin Yan glanced at him gently, and there was an illusion that his soul was about to be passed. He quickly lowered his head. He was worried that Yan indifferently would recognize himself through the resonance of the spiritual power of the devil's door. He quickly restrained, mixed with the heroes, and walked out of the hall together.

There were also several tables of noodles outside the hall, but they had long been torn apart in the battle of the top masters, and the soup and water were taken aside. When Qin Yan came out, the three people in the battle had already won the winner. Among them, the tall monk in a red monk's robe stood still, but the other two fell back to both sides and staggered slightly, obviously suffering a great loss.

At this time, when the heroes came out together, the monk immediately turned his eyes to this side, put together with eleven salutes, and grinned, "The poor monk heard that Qingweiju is the head of the five dynasties. The five elements are extremely arrogant, and the heavenly way, and there is also a Buddhist treasure book, Mahayana Wanzang Sutra to guard the Central Plains. The poor monk came from the wilderness in the southwest and specially wanted to borrow the treasure scriptures to have a look. I wonder if your school can meet this small wish of the poor monk?

"What the thief monk said!" Lin Muxiao had just suffered losses under his hands and heard his arrogant words. He couldn't help taking out the carving bow behind him, arched the bow and arrow, and wanted to shoot it out.

Nayamole's head did not return, so he knew his every move. His index finger bent slightly, pinched a Buddha seal, and said solemnly, "The poor monk came with sincerity and did not want to hurt people's lives. However, if the little benefactor has to pester, don't blame the poor monk for being rude.

Lin Muxiao's face was pale. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he was about to shoot the arrow. Suddenly, he heard Lin Muyang on the steps and shouted harshly, "Lao San, stop!"

Lin Muxiao's arm leaked strength and looked at the eldest brother with an unconvinced face, but he saw Lin Muyang say harshly, "You specialize in a broken moon formula, but you haven't practiced great success. Why do you fight with others! Why don't you step back off!"

The eldest brother is like a father. Lin Muyang scolded Lin Muxiao in front of the heroes of the world. Lin Muxiao also had to swallow this breath and silently put away his long bow and retreated aside.

Yamole made a Buddhist salute to Lin Muyang and said, "This donor must be the person in charge of Qingweiju. I don't know if he can make the decision and borrow the scriptures to the poor monk?"

Lin Muyang smiled coldly: " Monk, today is my father's 70th birthday. I don't want to kill. Please leave for the time being. What do you think about tomorrow?"

Yamole announced the Buddha's name and said, "It's not easy for the poor monk to come here, but there is no reason to return without success. Since the benefactor has blocked the poor monk from entering the Tao, please forgive the poor monk for being rude!" When the words fell, he slowly raised his arms, his wide sleeves bulged, and he took a solemn step forward.

The footsteps fell to the ground and made a slight sound, echoing in people's hearts.

The heroes in the world are all here, but the monk regards them as nothing and steps out, as if slapping everyone in the face.

However, the scene of him defeating the master of the wooden hall and the third young master is still in front of him. Who has the confidence to be his opponent? If the challenge doesn't work, won't you be ashamed in front of the heroes of the world! Even if you have this ability, you don't think you need to work hard for other people's affairs. Anyway, everyone was there, and I was not the only one who lost face. What's more, I feel that Qingweiju's reputation is too loud, and it's good to frustrate its prestige. Isn't Qingweiju the head of the five decent people? Someone came to the door today. Let's see how you deal with it!

For a moment, the heroes fell silent with all kinds of thoughts. Lin Muyang didn't know what the reason was, and he didn't say anything for a moment.

Qin Yan was in the middle of the heroes, feeling a wave of turbulent momentum emitted by Yemole, and he was so sad that he was almost suffocated. He couldn't help regretting that his old injury had not healed and should not have stood so close with this group of masters. The power of Yemole alone made the breath in his body disordered. If it goes on like this, I will really make a fool of myself in public...

After three steps, Yemor has come to the bottom of the steps and can clearly see the slight expression changes on the face of everyone in front of the hall. He paused for a moment and said, "Nanwu, the King of Good and Silent Moon Sound! If you have no objection, please make way and the poor monks go to learn the scriptures. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise, will the master fight to turn this place into a sea of blood?" At this time, someone finally took over the words of Jemole. The heroes separated on both sides, and the man came out more and walked down to Yemole's cold eyes. "If so, the master is no different from the robber who killed more goods, and how can he be regarded as a person in Buddhism?"

This person is Hao Chen'ang. He took a few steps down the steps and came to Yemole. The two were only half a meter apart. They could hit each other as soon as they raised their hands, but they suppressed their impulse to fight and only fought with each other with momentum.

Yamole was secretly surprised. He came to the Central Plains to attend the meeting and did a lot of murder and book robbery along the way, including many elders of a certain faction. Several times, he thought that Dongtu Wulin was just like this. He came to the Qingweiju stadium with a swagger. After several fierce battles, he found that the heroes in the world could not be underestimated. Although several people were defeated by his subordinates just now, they were also first-class masters. And the young man in front of him is only a weak year, and his momentum is no longer under him. He is a rare enemy in his life.

When he read this, he restrained his arrogance, pronounced the Buddha's name, and said, "Buddha has made a grand wish to save all sentient beings. However, all sentient beings are mediocre, entangled in greed, and do not understand Buddha's mercy. The poor monk is not talented and is willing to help the Buddha overcome the world. For this reason, even if he commits some sins, the poor monk is willing to bear it with all his strength. Little donor, the poor monk looks at your face. He is a rare person born with spiritual roots. In fact, he is predestined with the Buddha. Isn't it beautiful to convert to our religion and prove the fruits of bliss?

Hao Chenguang smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness, I'm down--" Before he finished speaking, he saw a light in front of him, and a finger of Yemole had pointed to his throat from far away.

A sad wind came from my ears, and the world around me drifted away in an instant, and only that dark finger became the only truth in heaven and earth. With one finger shot, the evil spirits in hell seemed to move together and roar loudly, which was extremely sad.

"Despicable, sneak attack!"

"It's the crossing of the island! Mr. Hao, be careful!"

All the reminders seemed too late. The unobstructed point hit Hao Chen's throat and penetrated deeply, with a murderous breath to smash his vitality. As Yemole wished, where he pointed, the other party's body turned into powdery dust and broke with the wind. While the alarm sign rose in his chest, a shining palm came from the right side, which was not fancy and firmly imprinted on his shoulder, and the vast power surged. His body trembled, and the big red monk's robe flew violently. He came out of Hao Chenyang's palm, and his figure flashed to the outside of the open space in the shaking, and finally escaped from the pursuit of Hao Chenang.

One attack and one dodge, neither of them were injured, and it seemed to be a draw. But Yemole knew that he had lost a move.

"Just now, the man clearly used the method of 'off-of- karma'. Is that monk a fantasy island?"

"It's impossible. Fantasy Island only receives female disciples. He should have learned it halfway..."

In a discussion, a veiled girl next to Qin Yan became extremely ugly. She clenched her fist and stared at the figure of the monk in the field, and her eyes almost burst into flames.