"Haha, interesting! If you all change to a master like Yuancheng, maybe it will really give me a headache, and it will be difficult to reverse the mystery. ”

"It's a pity, a few of you came to use this formation on me, which is tantamount to a child dancing a gun and a stick in front of me, and you can take it at will!"

Ye Qingsoul laughed loudly, completely ignoring Si Jing's face as black as the bottom of a pot, kicked a monk in front of him into the air with one kick, and then quickly forced Si Jing forward.

Hearing this, Si Jing only felt a rush of blood rushing to his mind, and a strong sense of shame surged into his heart, and for a while, he even forgot to maintain the formation, and rushed towards Ye Qing's soul.

Of course, there are only five or six of the fifteen "Arhats" still standing, and the so-called Baolun Arhat Formation has long existed in name only, even if it is not maintained, it doesn't matter.

"I'll let you look at no one, look at the fist!"

He punched out, the wind howled, the speed was amazing, and the strong arm under the monk's robe seemed to contain enough strength to carry the mountain.

However, in the face of this punch, Ye Qingsoul just shook his head and chuckled: "There is more than strength, but the skill is insufficient, ten percent of the strength has been wasted by you, nine out of nine, let's retreat!"

After speaking, he only stretched out one finger and lightly touched Si Jing's fist, Si Jing instantly felt an electric shock feeling suddenly came, and the strength of his body instantly seemed to be pierced by someone, like a flood out, his legs were weak, and he almost didn't fall to the ground.

Ye Qingsoul pushed with his hand, and he had no power to resist, he took a few steps back directly, and sat on the ground with his butt.

Seeing this scene, Yuan Jue, who had been quietly watching the battle, finally showed a look of surprise on his face.

There is nothing unusual about Ye Qingsoul being able to subdue Si Jing so easily. After all, although Sijing's kung fu is excellent among the monks of the Sizi generation, it is still not worth mentioning in his eyes.

But Ye Qingsoul was able to reverse the Treasure Wheel Arhat Array in such a short period of time......

Even if you just see the most critical flaw, that is, find the "Array Eye", it is shocking enough.

"Could it be that this kid is a once-in-a-century martial arts wizard? Seeing that he is young but has already entered the realm of internal strength, there is a possibility. ”

"But...... Even a martial arts wizard can't do this casually, he must have extremely profound martial arts attainments. ”

"Could it be that he is really the descendant of a big family?"

"Yes, only this kind of family heirloom has the conditions to cultivate such a vicious eyesight at such a young age......"

Yuan Jue's expression couldn't help but become solemn.

Ye Qingsoul didn't know that his performance could actually make Yuanjue think of so many things.

At this moment, he easily defeated the remaining monks, and saw that they were difficult to get up one by one, so he stopped his hand, smiled slightly, and smiled lightly at Yuanjue: "The victory and defeat have been divided, Master Yuanjue, admit it." ”

"Abbot, I, I haven't lost yet!"

Hearing this, Si Jing's face changed suddenly, he gritted his teeth, and was about to get up.

"Shut up!"

The abbot's face sank, glared at him fiercely, and said angrily: "If you lose, you will lose, in front of so many people, can you treat us as blind?

"Besides, even if you lose, there are still others, why don't you be shameless?"

Si Jing's face turned red when he was scolded, knowing that he had just been reckless and made a joke.

He didn't dare to refute for a while, he only bowed his head and said nothing, his fists clenched tightly, obviously hating in his heart.

After teaching Sijing, Yuan Jue sighed lightly and looked at Ye Qingsoul.

He finally knew why his order just now made Yuan Cheng so entangled.

Even if it was him, he would definitely not know what to do with it for a while.

"Master Ye, it's really good kung fu. Si Jing is the best of the second generation of disciples in my Lingji Temple, he led people to form an arhat formation and it is difficult for you, I am afraid that in the entire Lingji Temple, only I and other monks of the Yuanzi generation can compete with you. ”

Ye Qingsoul smiled slightly, but he didn't say anything more, just looked at Yuan Jue with blazing eyes, and said loudly: "Master Yuan Jue, please continue to advise." ”

Yuan Jue shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Donor, we old guys of the round character generation, you are dozens of years older, not to talk about anything else, the internal strength alone is much deeper than you." If he really fights with you, won't he bully you?"

"What's more, at our level, if you really want to divide the winner and loser, it will inevitably be difficult to control your strength, in case you ...... injured."

"You can defeat Sijing and others, even Yuancheng can not help you, you are already the top person in the hands of this generation of young masters, there is no need to continue to insist on going up the mountain, or just stop it, how about it? ”

Ye Qingsoul shook his head, his expression was stubborn, and he said word by word: "Master Yuanjue, I must go to this Jiming Mountain today." Chen family, I must enter!"

"This ......"

Yuan Jue's face suddenly sank slightly, only to feel that Ye Qingsoul was young and a little ignorant.

No matter how expensive he is, he is the master of a temple, and he has already taken the initiative to show favor like this, and this guy still doesn't give face.

......

At this moment, at the foot of Jiming Mountain, more and more tourists gathered, and many people passing by this place were also attracted to come, stretching their necks curiously and watching from afar.

"How's it going? Who won?"

"Like...... It's that kid surnamed Ye! The Arhat formation formed by the group of monks just now was extremely dangerous, and it was very difficult to attack him, and he was about to be defeated, but in the blink of an eye, he turned defeat into victory, what is the situation?"

"Could it be that the monks of Lingji Temple deliberately released water?"

"Impossible, right? How could they smash their own signboards?"

......

There was a lot of discussion, and no matter what, they were very happy to see this rapidly changing situation.

Especially the kung fu performed by Ye Qingsoul and the group of monks just now was something that these ordinary tourists had never seen before, and many people were amazed to see it, and their hearts were even more full of martial arts.

"Look at it, it looks like it's going to be a fight again!"

At this time, someone shouted loudly, and everyone immediately closed their mouths and looked into the distance in unison.

"Good, good!"

Yuan Jue's eyes were slightly cold, looking at Ye Qingsoul, who had always seemed to be calm, and finally became a little more angry.

He quietly glanced at the white-robed monk who was standing beside him, the last one who had never spoken, hesitated for a moment, and finally quietly gave the monk a look.

"Alas......"

The white-robed monk sighed, shook his head, and took a step forward, about to make a move.