None of the people surrounding Zhang Yun were mediocre, and the previous monk of the best sat on the top of the "Golden Bell", to what extent did he have the ability to use the golden bell jar in one hand, and these people did not dare to say that they were completely sure that they could guess eight or nine without leaving ten. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, this monk would be enlightened? Just because of that Zhang Yun's pretentious words?

Ji Yonggu was the first to dare and didn't want to believe it. You must know that he is the former head of the Ji family in the land of Xuanzhi and Xuanzhi, what kind of genius has he not seen? His own two sons are two geniuses, and the half-crazy third brother is a rare heir to the Yang Law, especially the granddaughter Ji Miaoyu, who is an unborn genius who has mastered the Yang Law of the Ji family as a woman. In the future, there is a chance that this great opening monument will be passed on to Ji Miaoyu. But even this granddaughter has come step by step, and even though she has made rapid progress, there has never been this so-called Buddhist "epiphany" that Ji Yonggu never really believed.

There are many monks in Shaolin Temple who can use such golden bell jars as supreme, and it can be said that the level of golden bell jars under the white-clothed monk is indeed remarkable, and it is a rare talent. Ji Yonggu finally couldn't help but speak: "What kind of demon method do you use?" He asked Zhang Yun when he said this, because Ji Yonggu didn't think that a monk who had practiced the golden bell jar quite well could have any kind of talent.

Zhang Yun turned around and spread his hands, his face full of "who do you ask me, who do you ask". His previous words were just to let this ascetic monk of Longjue Temple who worshiped him have some peace, who would have thought that he would have an epiphany after knocking it out. Intoxicating chapter & section small.Said in hey ~ smoke ~ grid

Asceticism has joy, suffering is the Buddha, happiness is also the Buddha, the monk sees the Buddha, and the Buddha heart monk.

Zhang Yun remembered that he had heard Grandma Zu talk about the great realm of ascetic monks in Longjue Temple, and there were only a few people in Shaolin who had this state of mind, not to mention that it was an epiphany, a method of enlightenment that was a little ethereal no matter how you said it.

Therefore, Zhang Yuncai himself was surprised, and of course it was impossible to give these opponents any useful answers. Don't say that he really doesn't know, even if he does, how can he say it?

Ji Yonggu didn't get the answer he wanted, and he was even more angry by Zhang Yun's face that seemed to be very bad. So he wanted to ask another question, directly to the white-clothed monk who lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, crying and laughing.

"This monk is an ascetic monk from Longjue Temple. Is there anything else you want to ask?" Zhang Yun waved his hand impatiently, saying that Ji Yonggu didn't need to talk nonsense anymore, hearing me introduce the origin of this supreme monk, you can always understand why people can have an epiphany, right?

Ji Yonggu didn't think like Zhang Yun. He has heard of the name of Longjue Temple, but even if he knows that this supreme monk is an ascetic monk of each generation of Longjue Temple, he just attaches a few points of importance to it, and Ji Yonggu still doesn't believe it. In his opinion, at most, this monk had been hiding his means before, but he just wanted to cooperate with Zhang Yun.

But you only have this one reinforcement, isn't it pitiful? Thinking of this, Ji Yonggu regained his composure and pride on his face.

How could Zhang Yun care about Ji Yonggu's change in expression. He admired the look of surprise for a moment, then raised his right hand sword and flicked it lightly on the body of the sword.

There is a clear sound Saiganquan Shengmei wine, and the waves are spread out to make people smell and intoxicated. Who would have thought that the blade of a sword could make such a beautiful sound, especially with a random flick of the fingers.

Zhang Yun held the sword body left and right, and held the sword high with both hands, as if he wanted to sacrifice heaven and earth. Everything that should be said has been said, and the pills that take time to digest have also been confirmed to have an effect, and the monk on the bell who has been enlightened for a moment can be regarded as an unexpected joy, and what Zhang Yun needs now is to practice what he just said.

What did Zhang Yun say?

Of course, it's the sentence "Please look at the gods"!

Heaven and earth are rising, up to the nine heavens to the earth, as if all the qi machines feel that there are immortals in the world, and all the invisible things are converging towards Zhang Yun's place, whether they are violent or naughty or gentle or rude at the previous moment, they have become extremely docile at this moment, like a hundred rivers finally converging in the sea, regardless of you and me.

A thin line on Zhang Yun's belt that was swept away by the sword qi was broken and flew into the air because of the circulation of the qi around his body, like a fish entering the sea.

Zhang Yun looked up at the thin line, then turned his head and looked at the two people from the killer organization not far away, who were Tie Heng and his son Rong Bufan, who were ranked eight or nine in the killer ranking.

When Rong Bufan was a child, at that age when his memory had been blurred to the point of almost forgetting, he vaguely remembered that he had heard a story. In the story, it is full of people and things that cultivate immortals and ascend to the nine heavens, and there is a short description of the difference in strength.

The story goes that the immortal figure can kill people thousands of miles away without looking at people, and if he looks at him, no villain will be lucky.

At this moment, the dozens of words in Rong Bufan's mind that were already blurred and could disappear with the wind at any time were terrifyingly clear, a bit like the state that only people who have returned to the light will have.

After countless experiences, Tie Heng was worthy of the "Tie" surname he had changed, he didn't think of anything, didn't surprise anything, and didn't even have any thoughts other than fighting with all his might. So Tie Heng was lucky to see Zhang Yun appear in front of the father and son.

The sword in Zhang Yun's hand was still held flat and high, as if he was going to give away this long sword that was imposing when it didn't come back.

Who would believe that a sword that Zhang Yun summoned at the last moment would be given away by him. Tie Heng is not stupid, so he doesn't believe it. He slashed out the knife in his hand, which was a killing move that he had repeatedly practiced more than 100,000 times in the past ten years. This knife was originally intended for Rong Bufan's mother, but she never wanted to use it today.

Zhang Yun sensed the meaning of the opponent's sword, noticed the look of memory that flashed on Rong Bufan's face at this moment, and then the left hand holding the sword body was slightly handed, and the right arm swung the sword out.

It was Lingyun's sword, known as "Hengyao in the Sky".

Tie Heng's hand was broken with a knife, then his hand was broken, and finally his body was broken. He didn't know if Rong Bufan behind him was dead, or he should say that he didn't want to "know" that his son had made the greatest resistance like himself at the moment of his death, and then died.

The cross-section of Tie Heng's knife is as smooth as a mirror, which can show the high casting process of this knife, and it can also show how sharp the sword in Zhang Yun's hand is.

Zhang Yun turned around, and his left hand, which had not been fully recovered, compared to a "two", and at the same time, his right hand flipped up and loosened, and the slender sword floated into the air, floating horizontally on the palm of Zhang Yun's right palm.

Countless sword intents arose spontaneously, cutting through the sky and cutting the earth. Zhang Yun's opponents, who were still shocked by the death of Tieheng's father and son a moment ago, found out that it was not that this sword was not precious enough, but that the divine object of the psychic recognition of the master comprehended the master's divine will, and he left his hand like a sheng, and at this time his supreme sword power was revealed.