"Smack!" The high-speed flying bullet was firmly clamped by two fingers when it was about to explode the forehead of the man in the skirt robe, and then the obviously distorted bullet was dropped to the ground!

"You can keep shooting, run out of bullets, and I'll just stand here and still with just one hand, and you can see if you can hurt me. The person next to me doesn't need to look at it, if you have a gun, you can also take it out and use it, and hit me together, I still said just now, just stand here and use one hand to deal with you! As long as you can hurt me, let you go, I said!" The man in the skirt robe said with a smile at Wu Chaoran and Sha Haotian.

Wu Chaoran scolded with a disdainful face: "What kind of egg are you pretending to be here? You don't even need a single hand if you have the ability, if you dare to take my bullet, then I really admire you! If you don't have this ability, don't say anything about pretending to be an egg, who will show it?"

The man in the skirt robe shook his head with a smile and said, "I'm not stupid!" and then waved his hand to the battalion commanders who had already rushed over, signaling them not to come.

The dignified battalion commander didn't dare to disobey, bowed respectfully to the man in the skirt robe, and then retreated to the side and just watched.

Sha Haotian narrowed his eyes, looked at the man in the skirt robe in front of him and said, "What is your identity in this training camp?"

"What do you say?" the man in the skirt robe scratched his head and explained to him: "You Zhongzhou people have a name that is relatively close, called worship! I am the worship of this training camp!"

"The worship of the god-man realm?" Sha Haotian took a deep breath and looked at the man in the skirt robe and asked again.

The man in the skirt robe looked at him with a hint of surprise, nodded and said, "Very good vision, and you actually know the realm of gods and men in cultivation! It seems that you also have masters like me by your side?"

Wu Chaoran was harsh when he heard this, and looked at the man in the skirt with disdain and said: "If you want to say something cheeky, there is absolutely nothing, you can be regarded as the world's number one cheeky master! But if you mean combat power, then compared to my master, you are a hair!"

Sha Haotian also nodded on the side, although this person is powerful, he will not be the young master's opponent, because his movements are still traceable to Sha Haotian, but when the young master is doing it, Sha Haotian can't predict his existence at all!

The man in the skirt robe looked at Wu Chaoran with interest and said, "You are not lying, which shows that there is indeed such a person who is as powerful as me! Your master? Okay, then I will leave you here, let your friend go back and call your master over, and I will wait here for him to have a fight with me!"

Wu Chaoran looked at him with disdain and said, "Then you can prepare the coffin! Fight with my master, you will definitely lose! But if you want to keep me, it depends on whether you have the ability to do it!"

Sha Haotian has partnered with him for so long, so he naturally cooperates tacitly, and he runs in the other direction without saying hello!

"I can't run away!" the man in the skirt robe smiled slightly, picked up the spear stuck in the ground, and threw it casually!

With the whistling wind, the spear caught up with Wu Chaoran from behind, and slammed his right waist into the ground again, only this time, it nailed Wu Chaoran to the ground with his clothes!

At the same time, the man in the skirt robe had already stopped Sha Haotian, and just as he wanted to make a move, Wu Chaoran scolded from behind him: "You despicable villain who has no faith in his words! Didn't you say that you stood still and didn't move? What is it now? What do you say now? Your own words don't count, and you dare to pretend to be a fork in front of us?"

The man in the skirt rolled his eyes and said, "You didn't shoot again!" and then said to Sha Haotian with a smile: "Although I said let you go, it doesn't mean that you won't be punished if you do bad things! And I want to see if the master you said is qualified to come to me, so I want to use you and let him do a question to see if he can give me a satisfactory answer!"

Saying that, the man in the skirt robe suddenly approached, Sha Hao subconsciously felt dangerous, and wanted to retreat to avoid it, but the other party followed him like a shadow, and the action was so fast that he couldn't dodge at all, and there was a sharp pain in his chest, and the other party had already punched him three times in succession, hitting him in the chest and lower abdomen!

"Wow!" Sha Haotian took two steps back, his face turned red, but he still couldn't hold back after all, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned waxy yellow.

"Bastard!" Wu Chaoran tore his clothes and stood up, raised his pistol at the man in the skirt and pulled the trigger one after another, and walked over while shooting.

The man in the skirt robe was really motionless, very leisurely carrying one hand, and only used his right hand to wave it in front of him, bouncing all those bullets away, which looked very freehand.

"Okay!" The battalion commander and his group of people who were watching the battle from a distance all applauded excitedly, until finally, Wu Chaoran ran ran out of bullets, and the person also walked three steps away in front of the man in the skirt, coughed directly, and then spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and the man in the skirt robe also used his hand to pick it up, but he stained his hand!

"Hahaha! Let you bastard pretend to be a fork in front of Lao Tzu! Disgusting you!" Wu Chaoran laughed, and the battalion commander and his group in the distance also looked embarrassed, looking at Wu Chaoran's eyes full of anger.

The face of the man in the skirt robe finally lost his previous calmness and elegance, became as blue as the bottom of the pot, shook off the stains on his hands, and then kicked Wu Chaoran in the stomach, kicked him in the air and flew up, and then fell heavily on the ground, gritted his teeth and said to the battalion commander's gang: "Hang him up, find a few strong people to greet him with sticks and leather whips every day, and wait for his master to come! But don't kill me, I'm still useful for this kid!"

As soon as the battalion commander waved his hand, he immediately rushed up a group of people and carried Wu Chaoran, who had passed out, away. The battalion commander pointed to Sha Haotian, who was standing there a little swaying, and said, "Then this person ......?"

"Don't worry about throwing it out, you won't live long anyway! If his master is really a master of cultivation, he can save his life, otherwise, he will only be a corpse when he sees him!" The man in the skirt robe snorted coldly, waved his hand and turned away.

The battalion commander asked the two team members to carry Sha Haotian out, and sneered with disdain: "I really don't know whether to live or die, dare to come to the Aryan training camp to make trouble! Wait for your master to come, just in time to catch them all! It seems that there are too many Zhongzhou people in Badri who are too idle, and the next step is to let these stupid Zhongzhou Yankees know how to be a qualified beggar!"

The Inca Pujue Temple, as expected, is the largest temple in Badri, covering a large area and with many pilgrims, even if it is not a special day, there is an endless stream of people who come here every day to pray to God and Buddha.

Zhao Xingchen mixed in with the pilgrims, and turned around all the places he could go here, only the backyard meditation room and Tallinn did not enter, but Zhao Xingchen felt the power of divine consciousness, and it was not just one!

In the Tibetan Blue Cold Water Temple, Zhao Xingchen also felt the same divine sense power, but when Zhao Xingchen sent out a divine sense attack, that power retreated!

A few days after contact, the golden body of Hanshui Temple was stolen, and Zhao Xingchen no longer had that divine consciousness power when he went there again, does this mean that that divine consciousness power actually came out of the golden body?

In Buddhism, only by attaining the position of Arhat can you obtain the golden body, and the Arhat realm is equivalent to the Jindan realm, that is, the golden body of the Hanshui Temple is actually a half-dead immortal whose body is dead and the divine consciousness is still there?

And now the divine consciousness power that I feel in this Inca Pujue Temple is exactly the same as the divine consciousness power in the Hanshui Temple, does it prove that there are also golden-bodied half-dead immortals here?