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After a while, a big swarthy man who was three meters tall shouted impatiently.

"If you want me to say, when has our Imperial Fist Sect suffered such a loss?! Not to mention that he is a wanted criminal in the Empire, even if he is an Imperial General?!"

"Someone who dares to kill my Emperor Fist, when my fist is a clay sculpture?!"

"See if I don't beat him to a pulp!"

As he spoke, a trace of hideousness flashed on the big man's face, and the whole person looked a little terrifying.

"That's, that's it, just a kid!" Hearing this, the others shouted one after another, with a look of excitement.

However, among them, there were a few old gods there, and there was no expression on their faces.

"Dara, be careful!" the first sorrowful old monk snorted softly, his voice was not loud, even a little faint, but with a strange magic power, which made everyone shouting in the audience stop talking.

"Yes! Huiyi Teacher!" The big man was covered in black flesh like an iron tower, but at this time, he looked respectful to the old monk.

The others also bowed their heads one after another, showing their respect for the old monk.

Huiyi Teacher, the oldest teacher in Huangquan Temple.

Huangquan Temple, there is no so-called door master, or abbot, presiding over a class of positions. From the first to the ninth stage, that is, the world knows the level of the Imperial Fist, and other titles such as the disciple of the Imperial Fist, the true legend of the Imperial Fist, and the four ghosts of the Imperial Fist Gate Rakshasa have nothing to do with the level.

On top of such disciples, there is a teacher.

There is no limit to the number of teachers, but they are teachers, or they are outstanding, such as the very short-tempered Dala teacher in front, or they are highly respected, such as the old god among them.

And the teacher, to the outside world, is secretive.

Even in the upper echelons of the empire, not everyone knows these secrets.

In terms of force value, they may not necessarily be as powerful as the four ghosts of the Rakshasa of Nalaoshezi, but in the temple, the status of the teacher is noble.

And the old monk Huiyi is the oldest among them and the most inexplicable.

For example, the black tower-like Dala teacher was taught by him himself!

Knock knock!

A voice rang out outside the main hall.

"What's the matter?" said Huiyi.

"That kid has defeated many disciples, and Master Datou has brought him here! They are about to arrive!" a disciple replied cautiously, looking up at everyone present with a kind of longing and ambition in his eyes.

Everyone in the world knows about the disciples of the Emperor Fist, but how can they know that they only know the surface.

became a disciple of the Emperor's Fist, and there is a true legend on it, as well as the four ghosts of Rakshasas, and a teacher.

"What?!"

"What a big guts! see if I don't knock his brain out!" Dalafan's face shook, and a fierce aura spread, frightening the figure of the disciple who spoke.

"Dara!" the old monk gave him an unkind look.

"Yes!" Darrah reluctantly retreated.

"Let them in. The old monk spoke.

………..

"Boy, the teachers are inside, if you have the guts, go in!" Datou stopped in front of a large hall.

"Understood!" said Harita, with a smile on her face.

He could already feel the powerful aura inside.

How strong is the Imperial Fist, and the deeper quenching technique?

"Hmph!" Datou sneered, the pestle was there, and he acted as a janitor.

Haruta chuckled, greeted Dabai, and strode in with her head held high.

The sun is shading, and a sense of depth arises spontaneously.

The walls are carved with characters of various colors, including some huge and hideous monsters, and the whole hall is like a historical relief.

Harita's mind was immediately drawn to those paintings.

This is?

Super dangerous?!

Harita's eyes narrowed.

"Is the donor interested in these murals too?" an old voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and Harita turned around abruptly, and his right hand rested on the scabbard with lightning speed.

When he saw who it was, Harita's eyes widened.

What appeared in front of him turned out to be a real monk!

Messed up?

In fact, the name of the Huangquan Temple is the temple, but it is full of fake monks!

The one in front of him resembles a real monk. This is a sad old man, with some strange marks on his scalp, wearing a gray robe, which has a flowing feeling.

Behind Qingtai, Da Bai's body was constricted, and a pair of big eyes stared at the old monk.

Harita's heart is also a pang.

The other party was so close, he didn't even notice anything!

What would happen if the other party suddenly attacked him?

"Well, these murals must be the deeds of the ancestors of the Huangquan Temple, right?" A trace of vigilance rose in Qingtai's heart, but his face did not move.

"That's right, look here, this is fifteen hundred years ago, the Imperial Fist Temple Botero Normal defeated the snow monster from the Great Snow Mountain..... this is thirteen hundred .......years ago," the old monk didn't care about Harita's movements, and took the initiative to introduce.

On the side, Haruma had a strange face.

Uh, isn't that a bit wrong?

Shouldn't the normal plot be that I knocked over your disciples, and then a group of old immortals jumped out and were beaten half to death by me, and then came to rob the three monks and gods, and finally I beat everyone in your whole temple in one go?

This style of painting is very novel!

However, it just so happened that he was also very interested in the things in the murals, especially those strange super dangerous species, and those terrifying human beings, which made him very interested.

However, he is willing, but it does not mean that others will be happy, such as the classmate Darla who wanted to kill from the beginning.

He could still hold it down in front of Huiyi before, but as soon as Qing Tai came in, he looked like no one in his eyes, which really hurt his self-esteem!

Benheita is such a jade tree in the wind, don't you see it?

Not to mention that there are still his disciples among the people who have been killed by Haruma now!

Therefore, he could no longer hold back his anger, and with a few thumps under his feet, he took a big stride, and then with a force of his legs, he jumped high and punched Harita's head.

The distance of tens of meters passed in a flash.

Rumble-!

There was a tearing sound in the air.

It's a punch that breaks the sound barrier!

And in the face of this nirvana-like move, the old monk who was kind and kind to him before retreated with Mu Ran.

The fist shook the void and emitted a blazing light.

The big white barked wildly, and the big claws opened, about to pounce.

Rumble-!

With his fists facing each other, Harita's figure was bounced out like a cannonball, retreating seven or eight meters backwards and hitting a large pillar.

He raised his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

After all, do you still have to do it?

Rumble-!

"Boy, die!"

The air shattered, with terrifying might, and a fist as big as a casserole slammed into the ground.

Dara Teacher, the imperial fist is super nine-dan! One person can defeat the super dangerous species!

"Roar!"

A huge wolf claw stopped in front of Qing Tai, and Da Bai shook his head all over, and slammed it to the ground.

Thundered-!

A frenzied air flow erupted, and the more than three-meter-tall Dala Fan was actually knocked away by Da Bai's move, and his body slammed into the wall fiercely, and with a few clicks, the earth was submerged in his body.

Everyone outside the audience looked dumbfounded.

What do they see?

Dara, who is one of the strongest teachers in the normal world, was beaten away by a dangerous seed!

No!

It's not a dangerous species, but a super dangerous species! An existence that requires thousands of soldiers to deal with! The eyes of the teachers showed some solemnity.

Except for no fear.

Joke!

The Emperor Fist Gate will still be afraid of a super dangerous species?!

With a bang, the earth collapsed.

Dala Fan's huge figure stood up, his face a little blurred in the shadows.

Gollum!

An eerie voice rang out.

The faces of several teachers changed continuously.

Darra, you want to use a forbidden move?!

Then, in Harita's somewhat confused eyes, the body of this magnificent black tower was raised again! The muscles on his arms alone were thicker than Harita's thighs!

Coupled with the black hair on this body, I can't bear to look at it directly!

"Little ghost, you've me off—!!!" Darla muffled, and his voice rolled up like thunder.

The corners of Haruta's mouth twitched.

"Well, it doesn't look like I was the one who hit you, right?"

Roar-!

Da Bai glanced at Harita depressedly.

Obviously you did it yourself, right? You actually let the wolf take the blame! It's so wolfless!

"Okay, I'll tear this wolf first!"

Crunch-!

The bones shook, and Dara moved closer and closer to Dabai.

Da Bai roared, not to be outdone, facing him.

The situation is on the verge of eruption!

"Stop!" a voice suddenly sounded.

Dara stopped dissatisfiedly and looked at the old monk. For Huiyi, he still has enough respect.

The old monk Huiyi ignored him, but stared at Da Bai with a guarded look with his eyes, and slowly opened his mouth.

"Presumably this is the legendary Gigulas wolf, right?"