"Damn! Damn! What did I see! Is this really murderous?"

"Blind my dog's eye! How did this old monk appear? The people of the delegation are really dead?"

"Something big, something big!"

In order to show his prestige, Sojiro Noda has always allowed reporters to take their interview records with them when challenging various factions, and a live broadcast host of Tiggo has become the only person in the live broadcast, for this reason, Tiggo specially gave the host a special high-definition satellite mobile phone, in order to be able to show the live broadcast clearly in front of everyone.

Now, as soon as the mad monk Pu Yuan appeared, he thundered and thundered a series of killers, killing all the people in the entire Japanese delegation, this terrible scene made the audience watching the live broadcast exclaim.

More than 40 people fell to the ground like dominoes, spurting blood one after another, like bundles of straw blown down by a strong wind, looking strange and terrifying.

At this time, Sojiro Noda's face was pale, and his heart was dripping blood.

This time I came to China, in order to establish prestige and to show the strength of the martial arts community of the Japanese Kingdom, the members of the delegation are all masters of martial arts practice, which is almost one-third of the elite of the entire Japanese Kingdom.

Now this one-third of the masters were actually shocked to death by the crazy old monk in front of him with supreme internal strength, which is equivalent to the annihilation of the entire army of the martial arts masters of the Japanese Kingdom, and there is no way to recover without a hundred years!

"I hate it!"

Sojiro Noda mourned in his heart, "I always thought that after such a long time, the mad monk Puyuan would have sat down a long time ago, but I didn't expect him to be alive! I want to know that he is still alive, and I will say that I will not come to Shaolin Temple for anything!"

At the beginning, the mad monk Pu Yuan killed in Europe, causing a global shock, not only the underground forces in Europe and the United States were frightened, but even the martial arts world of the Japanese Kingdom was also shocked, and the combat power of the martial arts master was known to the global forces for the first time.

However, it was fifty or sixty years since Puyuan made trouble in Europe and the United States, and it has been fifty or sixty years since now, and everyone in the outside world thinks that this crazy monk has already passed away, and even when the martial arts world of the Japanese Kingdom talks about Puyuan, they also think that Puyuan has been seated.

Before Noda Sojiro was in Huaxia, he had already collected a lot of information about the Huaxia Sect, and among these messages, there was not a single news about Puyuan, so he dared to come with confidence, if he knew that Puyuan was still alive, he would not dare to come to China at all.

It's not that Sojiro Noda is afraid of Puyuan, if Puyuan is a normal person with a clear mind, even if he is a rare martial arts master, Sojiro Noda is not afraid of him.

But the madness of the mad monk Pu Yuan is known all over the world, a normal person faces a madman, and this madman is still a guy with superior force value, no matter how conceited Noda Sojiro is, he doesn't want to fight with Pu Yuan.

Fighting a madman, not to mention whether you can win or not, just dealing with his madness is enough to cause headaches.

And the madman doesn't want to die in a fight, even if Sojiro Noda can get away with it, it is estimated that he will be seriously injured that is difficult to recover, and if he doesn't do it, he will even die together.

Therefore, for the mad monk Puyuan, Sojiro Noda naturally stayed away.

Not everyone is as lucky as Guo Dalu, if he doesn't achieve the martial arts master, he can escape and ascend to heaven in the hands of Pu Yuan, besides, how can the competition between the great grandmasters escape without regard for face?

As soon as Sojiro Noda approached the gate of Shaolin Temple just now, he sensed the violent and chaotic aura of Puyuan, and immediately knew that the mad monk who was fighting in Europe and the United States was still alive, so his face changed color, and he turned around and left.

But he can sense Pu Yuan, and Pu Yuan can naturally sense him, the crazy monk has been in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for a long time, and he wants to have a rival but can't get it, and he has long been uncomfortable. Now that he senses the approach of a master who is not weaker than himself, he is naturally very excited.

When he was young, he was just in time for the invasion of China by the Japanese invaders, and he hated the Japanese people very much, and had killed many Japanese masters.

The old monk was already a little crazy, but now after sensing the breath of Sojiro Noda, he was full of murder and couldn't bear it, so he killed all the little minions as soon as he appeared.

In the eyes of this mad monk, there is no royal law at all, some just act according to their hearts, kill when they should kill, stop when they should stop, when a little inspiration flashes, they may become the Bodhi Fruit of Killing, and then achieve the Bodhi Dao Fruit.

Scene.

Pu Yuan pulled the Zen staff upside down, and approached Sojiro Noda step by step, and the Zen staff drooped on the mountain stone road, drawing a deep imprint, and sparks splashed everywhere.

The entire Zen staff was like a firecracker with a fuse lit in Pu Yuan's hand, and it seemed to be about to explode at any moment.

"Bang bang bang!"

As Pu Yuan moved forward step by step, it was like a series of muffled thunder sounding one after another in the ground, and the ground within a radius of more than ten meters was shaking slightly.

Sojiro Noda stepped back under Pumoto's persecution, and a katana stuck in his waist buzzed softly as he retreated, and the entire blade slowly popped out of the scabbard inch by inch.

The knife on Noda Sojiro's waist has never been pulled out since he came to Huaxia, and the martial arts masters who fought with him before are not worth drawing his sword at all, and his bare hands are enough to defeat the enemy, so this knife has only played the role of an ornament these days, and has lost its practical meaning.

But today, it's finally time to draw the sword, and in the face of the mad monk Pu's Zen staff, it is estimated that there is only one person in the world who can deal with it without weapons, but this person will never be Sojiro Noda.

It was only at this time that everyone in the audience came back to their senses, and screams rang out, and a group of people who had come to see the excitement felt frightened at this time and ran desperately down the mountain.

"Murder! This old monk is murdering!"

"Run, run, it's going to die!"

"Woo woo, my foot is broken, I can't run!

The scene was a mess.

Leng Beifei and Wang Gangdan were taken aback and hurriedly stepped forward to stop them.

No matter how rampant these Japanese people are, they are still measured after all, and they do not cause any deaths. Ke Puyuan appeared like this, good guy, he served these people all at once!

A group of Japanese people who were originally showing off their might died cleanly at this time, leaving a big boss like Sojiro Noda.

Although this situation looks relieved, it is not a matter after all, so many people have died, this is going to be a big thing, causing international disputes, and no one will be able to eat good fruit.

"Senior, don't fight!"

"Great monk, don't kill!"

Seeing Pu Yuan approaching step by step, Wang Gangdan and Leng Beifei glanced at each other, and at the same time flew towards Pu Yuan, wanting to stop the old monk from killing.

When the two of them pounced on the ground, the upside-down Zen staff in Pu Yuan's hand suddenly shook, and several strings of copper rings hanging on the big head of the Zen staff collided with each other, making a piercing sound, and the two people were weak and breathless, and the person paused in the air, and then staggered to the ground.

Leng Beifei and Wang Gangdan were shocked at each other, and only then did they know how powerful the old monk was.

After the copper ring of the Puyuan Zen staff sounded, it no longer stopped, obviously it was just a copper ring the size of a bracelet, and the sound was incredibly loud, sharp and piercing, and the listeners all felt disgusted, and the audience who had not gone far was shocked by the sound of the copper ring, and they couldn't help retching.

Wang Gangdan and Leng Beifei sighed, knowing that with the strength of the two of them, they could no longer stop the two.

Since it couldn't be stopped, he had to save the audience next to him, and the two of them flashed at the moment, carrying the audience down the mountain one by one.

"Let go of me, let go of me, I'm going to broadcast live!"

When Wang Gangdan grabbed a young man and walked down the mountain, the man with the mobile phone couldn't help but struggle, "I have to broadcast the whole process live today, otherwise the boss will deduct his salary!"

Wang Gangdan said: "Fool, is salary or life important?"

The young man struggled, "What's the point of living without money?"

Wang Gangdan scolded with a smile: "Nonsense!"

Ignoring the man's struggles, he carried him to the mountainside like a chicken.

In front of the Shaolin Temple.

Pu Yuan and Sojiro Noda are still walking and retreating one by one.

When Sojiro Noda retreated one after another, and saw that his back was about to touch the trunk of an old pine, a long roar suddenly came out of his mouth, and the long katana suddenly popped out of the scabbard, and instantly reached his hand, and then the sword light lit up, and slashed towards the mad monk Fuyuan like a match.

At the same time, the Zen staff in Pu Yuan's hand was pulled in front of him at some point, and the Zen staff slammed into Noda Sojiro's chest like a ram.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang.

Sojiro Noda's body flew down the mountain like a fallen leaf, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spit out in the air, put the sword back into its sheath, and coughed: "Understood!"

The mad monk Pu Yuan couldn't help but retreat, and every time he took a step back, there was an extra footprint on the ground, and the five toes were imprinted on the bluestone ground.

He flew out of the temple just now, walked forty-nine steps in a row, and retreated at this time even forty-nine steps in a row, and when he reached the fiftieth step, the old monk's crazy gaze gradually became clear.