After burying the old saint, Wu Heng hid his identity and quietly returned to the border city.

The city was bustling with activity, with more monks in the past, and the streets were full of noise.

Wu Heng restrained Xiao Chu's little hand, and the little flower pig followed Xiao Chu with a hum, and his round and chubby body looked extremely cute.

"Today, there are holy monks from the Bodhi Holy Land who are going to the Moon Star to preach, this is an opportunity that you should not miss!"

"Hehe, they're just fake monks, what's so bad about preaching here, I guess the dog can't spit out any ivory from his mouth. ”

In the crowd, there were a few people discussing, and one of its richly dressed young men looked very disdainful, thinking that the so-called holy monk was just a vain name.

"Zhao Guang, don't talk nonsense, that's a real monk, a world walking in the holy land of Bodhi, preaching a thousand worlds, and having a very high prestige, this is an opportunity, not to be missed!" the monk beside Zhao Guang said with a serious expression.

Zhao Guang, who was dressed luxuriously, was still disdainful, sneered, and said: "The Bodhi Holy Land is a place that is unwarranted, no one has ever found it, it is only limited to legends, well, it is a monk, and they all like to pretend that they came out of the Bodhi Holy Land, what about the facts, it's not just walking out of an ordinary temple, pretending to be a ghost!"

Wu Heng was not far away, and when he heard this, he frowned.

The Holy Land of Bodhi is known as a place where I don't know what to do, and the Nine Heavens Academy is still mysterious, and it is difficult for the world to find its location.

At the beginning, the hypocritical monk of the empty plain claimed to be from the holy land of Bodhi, walked for the world, came to the world for training, slashed demons, and accumulated good karma.

"Since it is a high monk who came out of the Bodhi Holy Land, maybe there is a way to let Xiao Chu's powerful bloodline get rid of the suppression of the laws of the Heavenly Dao. Wu Heng muttered to himself in his heart, after thinking about it, he looked for someone to ask for directions, and found the temple place in the border city all the way.

Wu Heng personally has no good impression of monks, and he feels that he has never met any real monks in his life.

It's just that in order to solve the problem of Xiao Chu's bloodline, he doesn't want to miss such an opportunity to seek medical advice, in short, he would rather believe it than believe it.

"Boom!"

When you come to a splendid temple, the bell rings thick and majestic, resounding through the border city.

Before the temple, there were too many monks, and even some immortal kings were hidden in the dark, wanting to hear what this monk could say.

"It is estimated that it is a mysterious existence, otherwise it would not attract the attention of the Immortal King. Wu Heng said to himself, his divine thoughts were powerful, and he had already vaguely discovered that there were three or four immortal kings.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, another bell rang, the magnificent gate of the temple opened, and a monk with white hair walked out of it, his body and breath were heavy and floating, so that people could not see the depth.

The monk wore a simple and unpretentious robe, and his appearance was also ordinary, with kind eyebrows and good intentions.

From this point of view alone, Wu Heng thought that this monk might be a real monk, at least not as famous as the monk Kongyuan, whose robe was full of jewels, and was extremely luxurious.

"Monk!"

The nearby crowd was black, and when I saw the monk walking out of the gate, there was a hustle and bustle, and there were many reverent voices.

"A bullshit monk, sell your reputation and reputation!" In the field, the only discordant voice appeared, it was the richly dressed Zhao Guang, this person is the descendant of the Zhao emperor's family, and Zhao Yudi has a blood relationship, very arrogant and domineering, and no one sees him.

The senior monk was at the scene, and Zhao Guang dared to speak so bluntly, or arrogantly, and insulted.

The scene was silent, and everyone's eyes looked at Zhao Guang.

Only the monk was calm, his face was unwavering, he glanced at Zhao Guang, and said in a low and majestic voice: "Xiaoyou doesn't want to come to listen to the sermon, just leave here, why deliberately make trouble." ”

Wu Heng was a little speechless, he was standing beside Zhao Guang, and he didn't want to be noticed because of this, so he took Xiao Chu and moved to the side.

However, Wu Heng's actions angered Zhao Guang all of a sudden, Zhao Guang's face was a little angry, and he glared at Wu Heng fiercely and said, "Boy, what do you mean, why do you deliberately stay away? Are you deliberately embarrassing me?"

"I'm just here to listen to the scriptures and enlighten me, and I don't want to cause trouble. Wu Heng responded like this, his tone was neither salty nor light, not domineering, nor afraid of silence.

For the sake of Zhao Yudie's face, he didn't want to have some unpleasantness with this son of the Zhao family.

But he wouldn't mind letting this boy understand the unpleasant taste.

"Boom!"

Zhao Guang had a hot temper, and directly burst out with a body of immortal power, and raised his palm to press on Wu Heng, wanting to suppress him.

Zhao Guang is arrogant for a reason, his strength is good, his cultivation has only been more than three hundred years, and he is already a master at the level of the legend of ascending immortals.

"Bang!"

Wu Heng's eyes were slightly cold, he didn't even use his immortal qi, his brute strength was endless, and he directly met Zhao Guang's palm with a fist.

"What?"

Zhao Guang was frightened, feeling the pain of his palm drilling into the heart, and the whole person took several steps backwards, the tsunami-like brute force of the fist mountain was really terrifying, as if he was fighting against a sacred mountain, it was difficult to shake!

On the other hand, Wu Heng did not retreat a single step, and even the immortal qi was not sacrificed to be able to confront him.

"Hiss"

When the monks present saw this scene, they all gasped and got goosebumps.

Who is this young man in white, who is fighting against Zhao Guang with the strength of his body, and he can suppress it.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Wu Heng frowned, and simply pulled Xiao Chu to turn around and leave, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go!"

"Slow!"

Zhao Guang scolded angrily, his black hair danced wildly, and he had already moved his killing intent.

Even if he is an arrogant son, he will not kill because of Wu Heng's retreating action, but now he is really using killing intent, and he used his immortal qi to press it down, and he was directly punched back by the other party.

This is really a shame, if Zhao Guang can't get back to the field, he won't be able to mix in the rivers and lakes in the future.

"Forget it, Brother Zhao, just let him leave. ”

Zhao Guang's companions persuaded him, and saw that the young man in white was not simple, and he didn't want to make things too serious.

"Impossible!"

Zhao Guang's heart burned with anger at this moment, and he resolutely shouted, and said to Wu Heng with a gloomy face: "Boy, you must die on the spot today!"

As soon as these words came out, Wu Heng immediately turned around, his eyes were sharp, the twelve immortal veins on his back were bright, and the momentum of the whole person changed dramatically at once, like a god coming to the world, looking at the world.

There was no sound in the audience, and Zhao Guang's face was instantly blue, this person was actually a young supreme of the twelve immortal veins, and that was definitely not something he could fight against.