His arms were strong enough to carry the weight of his terrifying acceleration body, his chakra eyes found the texture to climb in the tiniest detail, his senses, his agility, even surpassed the golden snub-nosed monkey, a national second-class protected animal on this isolated island, he never thought he could be so powerful. Fastest updates

Zhengji rolled over on his side, dodging the tree that abruptly came out from the top of the cliff in the middle of the mountain, Vientiane Tianzhi moved, buckled the tree, and let the body continue to fall, between a bullet stagnation, Zhengji was only ten meters away from the abbot Zen Temple below, he looked up, he couldn't see the end of the cliff with white mist at a glance, it was hard to believe, just now he was relying on his own strength, thrown down from such a high-altitude cliff, this may be something that no one can do, and it is impossible for a second person to try something, but now it has indeed been done by him, compared to the original, he has grown to the point of incredible。

?? If other people saw the situation where they just fell from the sky, would they be surprised, would their coach quit martial arts, he would not be surprised, and his master would be surprised?

?? The head of the Tibetan monk's Zen courtyard is as hard as steel, and it looks like a tiled house, but it is like laying a layer of steel under the tiles, and Zhengji jumped from a height of more than ten meters, and there was a strong shock from the fall, if it weren't for the fact that the strength of his body in the Zen Temple for so a year has been greatly improved, I am afraid that he can be shocked and injured just now.

?? He jumped out of the house in a leap, across the wide platform, and ran towards the path down Conch Mountain.

?? An old monk who was fiddling with flowers and plants next to the abbot's Tongming Zen Temple opened his mouth, and his wrinkled eyes were about to burst out of his sockets, looking at the back of Zhengji's departure, and the hoe in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

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If you come to people who are not familiar with the terrain, this is no less than a labyrinth, and if you come in, don't want to go out, but for Masaki, a warrior monk who has lived here for nearly two months, he is no less familiar with the terrain here than a wild bear in the forest with the path home.

?? The old houses around him flew quickly in front of his eyes, and his speed was like green smoke rising from the flat ground, and it was just a flower in front of the eyes of the junior warrior monks passing by, and then he felt a gust of wind blowing, blowing his clothes, feet and hair.

?? There was a continuous wall in front of it, and there were faintly some tall Zen temples showing a sharp corner from the wall, but it highlighted its solemnity, and some Zen sounds were transmitted from inside, and the sound of knocking on wooden fish echoed around this Dharma Hall.

?? In the distance, there are junior warrior monks who are carrying wooden stakes and sandbags in the training ground, and there are shouts and scolding from instructors across the distance, carrying the leaves that fly out of the upper house, slowly but really.

?? My life here for more than a year starts today, from the time when I will beat the drum later, let him end completely!

?? Masaki clenched his fists and stood up, kicked on the wall, and with the help of a leap, he went straight over the wall of the two people, stepping on the dead leaves on the ground, and there was a crisp cracking sound.

Well, no one.

?? Most of the training of warrior monks in the Dharma Hall is underground, so that there are almost no figures in the entire large main entrance playground of the Dharma Hall.

?? For the first time, Masaki felt like a thief shrunken his head and walked on the playground, because of the inner tension, his movements were obviously unnatural, and the whole thing looked like an obscene ** thief who was going to steal a girl's **.

?? Masaki walked to the bottom of the gate of the Dharma Hall, and above it was a huge heavy drum like a billboard, this side of the drum, if he sounded, the distance that this drum could cover, should be such a whole Zen Temple, Masaki has never felt that the sound of the drum is shocking, but now, when he really stood under this big drum, he felt that there was something boiling in his heart, and it was indeed boiling.

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When this drum sounds, the place where the heavy sound can be conveyed will be the place where one's own declaration is passed on, and the sound of this big drum will be heard throughout the entire Zen Xi Temple in place of the dream of the master of the void.

?? Some monks wearing red robes came out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall of the Dharma Hall, and when they saw the political discipline standing under the gate, they all felt strange, now this time period, it should be the time when every warrior monk is training, and how can there be a gray-robed warrior monk standing under the gate in this place?

?? Although this does not seem to be very obvious among the monks, the internal hierarchy of the Zen Xi Temple, from the lowest level to the top, is divided into junior warrior monks, ordinary warrior monks, upper warrior monks and elders, junior warrior monks and ordinary warrior monks are added to the unified gray robe, and the upper warrior monk wears a red robe, just the elder level can wear a golden robe.

?? And the warrior monks of the type of abstinence, although they themselves are of a low seniority, but because they are the supervisors of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, that is, they preside. And his own strength is on the list of nine masters, so he has also been promoted to the position of elder.

?? The red-robed monk walked over, the group of high-ranking warrior monks who had just come out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall had just been scolded by the elders because of the problem of knowledge assessment, and now they were holding back the fire in their stomachs, and when they saw the gray-robed Zhengji standing here, they immediately found the direction to vent and were about to come forward to reprimand.

?? Masaki kicked the ground with both feet, rose up, one foot on the gate post, and his body was pulled up again with the strength of his body, and now when he is not in the state of writing wheels, he has the kind of super explosive power of the body after transformation and exercise, and he can easily jump up to a three-story house.

?? Masaki's body had risen to the same height as the heavy drum, he clenched his fists, waved his hand towards the plain white drum surface, this is his full strength, the heavy drum all accepted the power of this punch, and the depression contained in it turned into a thunderous roar of nine days, trembling over the entire Zen Xi Temple.

?? The group of red-robed monks who were approaching Masaki froze in place, their jaws crackling and peeling off, and their eyes almost popped out, and almost at the same time, the same thought flashed in the minds of several red-robed monks: this gray-robed warrior monk...... Isn't it...... Lose your marbles...... Far away in the Tibetan method of Tongming Zen Temple on Conch Mountain, the body is still draped with half of the gray robe, this gray robe was sent when he first entered the temple, worn for so many decades, has been used until now, and even sometimes when taking a nap, it is also used as a cover to cover, and now the sound of heavy drums from the Zen Temple under the mountain is clearly transmitted into his ear drums, so that his hand touching the gray robe on his body inadvertently shakes.

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Zangfa looked up, and some clouds moved through the carved openwork windows, and the sunlight filtered in, casting black shadows on the ground intertwined with dazzling spots of light.

?? It's been a long time, I haven't heard this familiar voice, I've been separated by this for many years, I didn't expect that I could still see the blood-boiling scene of challenging the Jiupin master, this big wildflower bloomed all over every mountain season, and finally kicked off.

?? Zhengji landed, with a feeling of unfinished in his heart, it turned out that hitting such a heavy drum that almost made people's hearts jump out was so cool, so Zhengji jumped up from the spot again, and when many red-robed warrior monks had not yet reacted from the shock, he came to the doorpost, borrowed strength, flattened, and waved his fist!

??“ Knock ......" The second sound sounded, and the red-robed warrior monk only felt that the gray-robed warrior monk in front of him was too crazy, so crazy that their hearts couldn't keep up with his rhythm, and beat with his actions, but I was afraid that if Zhengji stood still now, this group of monks would only enter the morgue early to seize their seats because their hearts stopped.

After the sound of heavy drums circled around the beam for a quarter of an hour, several red-robed warrior monks suddenly reacted, and one by one they rose from the ground and surrounded Zhengji.

One of the warrior monks said in a slightly trembling voice: "Zi...... Did You Know...... You've made a big mistake...... Why don't you get down on your knees and apologize!"

"You don't want to live anymore, don't you! Look at what you've done! Wait to alarm the House of Elders, you look good!" The other surrounded the political and military monks, and their bodies trembled, and they wanted to rush forward.

"You bald thief, dare to be presumptuous in the Dharma Hall!" The warrior monk who rushed up with a sharp sound of breaking the wind, his heavy palms spread out, and fanned down towards Masaki's face.

??“ I don't know why you like to slap your face so much, I rely on this to eat!" Zhengji waved out with a single palm, fighting hard, and met the opponent's falling palm with the back of his hand.

The palms struck, the red-robed monk was taken away by the force, fell to the ground, staggered out a few steps, and was able to stand still, he didn't expect that the young gray-robed warrior monk in front of him, who was not good-looking, could force his own high-ranking warrior monk, who was known as the nickname of the iron sand palm, to force him back, such strength was enough to make him stand out among many junior warrior monks, the red-robed warrior monk was full of shock in his heart, but the habit of not smiling over the years made his face not show too much shocked expression, so he showed the appearance of being desperately suppressed, which made people look very hard。

?? The other red-robed warrior monk looked at the strange expression of his companion who was forced to retreat, and thought that he was not in a good state for diarrhea today, but now he still showed a painful look, and hurriedly took a step forward, and bombarded Masaki with both fists towards his chest. "Butt boy, do you dare to fight back!?"

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