"On the eighth day of the first month of last month, the demon monk Fankong infiltrated the Heavenly Sword Sect and brutally raped and killed Liu Junqing, a disciple ......of the inner door of the Heavenly Sword Sect; The news of my Fengyun Inn is the most well-informed in the world, through statistics, in the past year, the demon monk Fankong has defiled a total of 136 women, and the number of people killed and killed because of their evil deeds has reached more than 10,000!"

"Sikong Lao'er, you keep accusing others, do you have any evidence?" said the Holy Fire Sect Leader Rising Sun Dongsheng in a deep voice.

"Evidence?" Sikong Wuxian was so angry that his beard curled up, and he said angrily: "Isn't it enough that Xujiazhuang was killed, and the entire Huangyan Sect was slaughtered!

"Ridiculous, it's true that Xu Jiazhuang and Huangyan Sect were wiped out, but what do I have to do with the poor monks? Maybe it's a good thing done by other demons!" The demon monk Fankong spread his hands and sneered: "Sikong old thing, you have no basis to frame me, what is your intention!"

"I planted it? I ...... You...... Cough...... cough cough cough ......"

In a hurry, he touched the old wound, and suddenly coughed non-stop.

"Okay, okay, don't quarrel, this matter may be misunderstood by Brother Sikong!" Qingyun Sword Sect Leader Qingyang Daoist became a peacemaker, and said in a deep voice: "Now that the martial arts are turbulent, at this very moment, Lao Dao feels that although Master Fankong has some minor mistakes, it is not a big deal, after all, people are not saints and sages. On the contrary, it is the master of Sanskrit, looking forward and backward, timid, Lao Dao is really worried about whether he can really be qualified for the important position of abbot of Shaolin Temple. Therefore, Lao Dao thinks that it is better to have a competition, and it is fair and just to win or lose by strength. ”

With Daoist Qingyang's words, hundreds of thousands of people around him suddenly fell into a noisy discussion, whispering. Qingyang Dao Leader is the head of the Qingyun Sword Sect, and he is the supreme of the Heavenly List with old qualifications. His prestige in the martial arts is not much worse than that of the abbot of Kongyun, it can be said that he is highly respected, and when he opened his mouth, many people fell into doubt again.

"Master Fanyin, don't you dare to beat Baiyun City, don't you even be able to beat your fellow disciples now?" Qian Jinbao, the owner of Wanbao Building, had a look of contempt on his fat face.

As another Heavenly Ranking Supreme fell to that side, the wind comments on the scene suddenly changed rapidly. It developed in the unfavorable direction of Shaolin Temple, and more and more warriors on the scene joined the agitation. Some people have ulterior motives, some people are led by the trust to coax blindly, and some people are purely engaged in the fun, wanting to watch the competition. They didn't realize that this was a major event related to the safety of the entire martial arts.

The scene quickly got out of control, the wind was almost one-sided, and huge public opinion pressure swept over. Master Fanyin's face was extremely solemn, and in the end he could only sigh helplessly, and said, "Senior Brother Fantong, bring me my Zen staff!"

"Senior brother, do you really want to compare with him?" Master Fantong frowned, and said worriedly: "That demon monk Fankong is very murderous, and his strength is even more powerful, I'm afraid——"

"Senior brother, in this situation, do you think we have a second way out?" Master Fanyin smiled bitterly: "Don't worry, we are not without a chance of winning, this demon monk is a horizontal training overlord, but my golden body treasure body has also been cultivated to the quasi-overlord level, plus the assistance of true yuan power, there should be about a fifty percent chance of winning!"

Under the persecution of the scene, Master Fanyin could only be forced to compete with the demon monk Fankong.

"Hehe, senior brother, junior brother, I have long wanted to learn from you, but unfortunately I haven't had the opportunity before, and now-" The demon monk Fankong had a ruthless smile on his face, and shouted: "Look at the move!"

As soon as the words fell, he picked up his iron fist and roared towards the Sanskrit master directly opposite.

Master Fanyin's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly waved the Zen staff in his hand and quickly greeted him.

"Bell!"

The gold and iron resonated, and the iron fist smashed on the Zen staff and made an earth-shattering sound, and the surrounding warriors suddenly felt that their ears were ringing, buzzing, and those who were close hurriedly covered their ears.

The huge power burst out, and Master Fanyin's figure couldn't help but take a small step back, and the body of the demon monk Fankong also leaned back slightly, and then continued to pick up his iron fist and smash it towards Master Fanyin's head.

In the battle between this side just now, anyone with a discerning eye can directly see that it is obvious that Van Kong occupies the top, and his strength seems to be stronger.

Master Fanyin's face changed wildly, "You...... How could your True Yuan Power be like this-"

"Haha, the world only knows that my demon monk Fankong is the overlord of horizontal training, but they don't know that my true yuan power is also at the overlord level, and it is no less than horizontal practice kung fu!"

The figures of the two of them sometimes appeared in mid-air, sometimes fell on the ground, and in an instant, they exchanged thirty or fifty moves, and the huge energy was surging. In the fierce battle, the hard bluesteel stone in the ring was covered with fine cracks, crisscrossing like a spider's web.

"Oh my God, the strength of that demon monk Brahmon is so strong!"

"Isn't he ranked fourth among the seventy-two overlords of the "Earth List", looking at this posture, I'm afraid that the strength of this posture is comparable to the Heavenly List!"

"Nonsense, the ranking of the "Earth List" is based on his horizontal training golden body, and now that his innate true yuan power has been exposed, I am afraid that the superposition of the two phases is really a heavenly ranking-level combat power!"

"Oops, Master Fanyin seems to be about to lose, why is the strength of the demon monk Fankong so strong, what should we do now, master?"

Hundreds of thousands of warriors around him were whispering, in addition to the sound of fighting, there were bursts of discussion and noise, which was also mixed with the anxious worries of the Shaolin Temple. However, no matter how anxious it is, it is useless, Master Fanyin's strength is indeed inferior to that of the demon monk Fankong.

Master Fanyin's strength is probably at the peak level of ordinary supremes, while the demon monk Fankong is the superior supreme combat power at the heavenly rank.

Sure enough, after about thirty more moves, Master Fanyin was blown away by the punch of the demon beast Fankong, and the whole mouth vomited blood and flew out, smashing down the ring, the earth trembled, stirring up a piece of dust, and the mist was flying.

The battle was over, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and only the demon monk Fankong stood proudly in the ring.

"Hahaha, senior brother, I said that you are not my opponent, it seems that the position of the abbot of Shaolin Temple has finally returned to its original owner and has fallen on me. The demon monk Fankong's face was smug, and he laughed wildly.