The audience was silent, Xia Yan and the companions of the sturdy monk were stunned by the scene just now, they all knew very well that the physical attack power of this sturdy monk, with the physical cultivation of the martial arts, whether it was the strength of the body or the strength, was one of the best among the lightning disciples, and on weekdays, they were almost invincible to the thunder disciples, but today it seemed that they were about to miss, and Ye Hong's physical strength seemed to be at a higher level. 1357924?6810ggggggggggd

"Isn't it my turn?" Ye Hong gently straightened the wrinkles on his chest after being punched, and slowly walked in front of the sturdy monk.

"Wait!" I only heard the white-faced monk who grabbed Xia Yan's shirt shout, "Wait a minute, we have to make some preparations!" said a handful of Xia Yan to the ground, then took out a black and shiny full helmet from the storage ring and threw it to the sturdy monk, and ordered: "Put him on!"

"You cheat!" Xia Yan, who was half-sitting on the ground, shouted in a hissing voice: "Brother Ye was punched by you without any precautions, how can you be such a scoundrel!"

"I'm verbose!" the white-faced monk slapped Xia Yan a few times in anger, and then shouted breathlessly: "How are we scoundrels! I didn't say just now that we were not allowed to use other defensive weapons! He didn't want to use it as his own business, but we have to put on the armor now, and we haven't broken the rules!"

"Yes, as long as we don't have the power of the imperial defense weapon to take the initiative to defend, we just wear it on our bodies, but we can't be regarded as breaking the rules of the door and brawling with spells and spells!" Another monk also shouted, and also took out a purple soft armor and threw it to the sturdy monk: "Dasha, put on this purple gold soft armor first, and then put on Brother Cheng's Ugin Imperial Helmet!"

After being reminded by this monk, Ye Hong thought of why the monk in front of him just now did not use spells to beat him even though he suffered a loss, he thought of a rule of the Thunder Gate, the brothers of the same sect can fight each other, but only limited to ordinary physical attacks, can not use spells and spells, violators will be deprived of cultivation resources depending on the severity of the situation, and they will think about it until the punishment of expulsion from the sect. If you want a spell battle or even a life-and-death duel, that's fine, but you have to go to the designated dueling arena.

This door rule is actually quite real, such as the Thunder Sect, of course, for the disciples of their own sect to express their support for the fierce and aggressive, because only through non-stop actual combat can the strength of the sect be improved, but if the disciples of the sect are allowed to kill each other unscrupulously and oppose the original intention of the sect, this will not only make the disciples of the sect deviate from morality, hinder unity, and at the same time, the destroyed facilities will also be a big expense.

Therefore, the Thunder Gate stipulates that the disciples of this sect can fight with each other, as long as no one is killed, and the elixir of the Thunder Gate is enough to drag the seriously injured disciples back from the edge of death. But the premise is that you can't cast spells and envoys, otherwise I don't know how many houses and caves will be destroyed after a fight, and these are all fixed assets of the sect.

If you want to have a real battle of monks, you can go to the Hall of Trials to apply, where there is a magic circle enchantment to block all spell attacks from the destruction of the outside world. If you have any grievances that need to be resolved through battles, you can also go there to apply, and the deacon disciples of the Trial Hall can even help you sign the Book of Life and Death.

Therefore, although the white-faced monk and the others were outnumbered, they did not dare to use spells to deal with Ye Hong. But what the white-faced monk said also made sense, as long as the power of the magic weapon was not activated, it was not too much to wear it on the body.

"Let's put on some magic weapons together!" Ye Hong was unmoved, and replied coldly.

"That's enough! Brother Cheng's Ugin Imperial Helmet is enough!"

After putting it on, the sturdy monk staggered to Ye Hong, it can be seen that this Ugin is very heavy, if you don't input spiritual power to stimulate the magic circle on it, probably many monks will not be able to wear it on their bodies and move freely. "Come on!"

As soon as the strong monk's words fell, Ye Hong punched out casually. Then there was a jaw on the ground, Ye Hong's punch was not fancy, it was a straight punch, but with a faint scream, and the face of the strong monk turned green immediately, he knew very well the origin of this sound, which would only come out after the strength and speed of the fist reached a certain level. He wanted to dodge, but the armor on his body was too heavy, where could he hide, watching this punch hit the armor outside his body, "Peng!", a sharp pain spread from his chest.

A mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably, and then the strong monk flew out like a cloud, but in the process of being in the air, his eyes were black and he didn't know anything.

"You, you, what do you want to do?" The white-faced monk looked at Ye Hong, who was walking slowly, with a frightened expression, and turned over his hole cards: "I warn you! My ancestor is Elder Cha Leimei, if you dare to touch a single hair of my hair, she will not let you go!"

"Bang, bang!" and the white-faced monk began to slowly gain weight, and his face on both sides swelled like a blow.

"I'm moving you!" Ye Hong said expressionlessly, "What are you going to do?"

"If you dare to hit me, I will..."

"Smack!" was another slap in the face.

"I'm going to sue..."

"Slap, slap!" was another slap in the face.

"I..."

"Smack!"

"Woo... Stop fighting!

"Smack!"

"Please, stop fighting, woo..."

Under Ye Hong's emotionless whipping, the white-faced monk completely collapsed, a disciple like him with a strong backstage has always been a bully for him, how could he have been bullied like this, but his mouth hardened for a moment and he softened.

"Get out!" Although Ye Hong looked ruthless, he was actually merciful, after all, he had only been here for a long time, although he knew that the high-level officials of the Thunder Gate were trying their best to win him over, but there was no need to offend people ruthlessly.

"Let's go!" the white-faced monk walked away, clutching his fat face, which was swollen and about to ooze blood.

"Many, thank you Brother Ye!" Xia Yan also gained a lot of weight, and also covered his purple face and thanked him vaguely.

"Hehe, it's a trivial matter, I don't know what happened, can you tell me about it?" Ye Hong asked with concern.

"This, this, this, woo..." Xia Yan wanted to say something, but then burst into tears, it seems that this kid has been wronged a lot.

Ye Hong stood quietly aside, neither leaving nor comforting. And Xia Yan was like a wronged child who came home to confide in his parents, crying bitterly next to Ye Hong's leg and babbling about the losses he had suffered.