On the sixth day of the sixth month of June, the White Tiger Star King made an appointment to fight the second vein of the Brahmana and Dao in Rushi Temple!

White Tiger Star Jun Fang Immortal!

In recent years, this name has been like thunder.

People in the rivers and lakes, who doesn't know that this gentleman has sprung up, the speed is so fast, the momentum is fierce, it is unprecedented!

Although there are talents in the rivers and lakes martial arts, this person is simply an outlier!

Originally unknown, since the Yuan Wuguo Martial Arts Conference suddenly punched the congenital, killed the grandmaster, shocked the world, and cultivated as a grandmaster, which can be called the ancient and the present.

After a few years of silence, in the battle of the Grandmaster of Baiyun Mountain, he was suddenly promoted to the Great Grandmaster, subdued the heads of the six major factions, and later took the head of Emperor Yuanwu among thousands of troops.

Recently, he has suppressed the Bodhi Monastery and returned after reading the exercises.

The 'one monk and one madman' that circulated on the rivers and lakes has long been changed to 'one monk and one white tiger'!

Now, you still have to make an appointment with two great grandmasters?

You must know that the two veins of the Brahmana and Taoism suppress the world's martial arts luck, and they are all super sects with thousands of years of history, and it is not uncommon for grandmasters to come out from generation to generation, and it is not uncommon for great grandmasters to come out.

Even though Fang Immortal had been promoted to Great Grandmaster, few people were still optimistic about him.

The invincible Chu madman back then didn't die in Yuanwu City in the end?

Even so, I don't know how many martial arts people rushed to the mountain gate of Rushi Temple, wanting to participate in this rare martial arts event in a hundred years.

Even some reclusive old monsters have been attracted to the action.

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On the sixth day of June, it was sunny.

It is advisable to go out and travel far away.

Fang Xian was dressed in a white and gold robe, slowly walking on the mountain road.

The reason why I chose such a temple is only because it is close, that's all.

Outside the mountain gate of Rushi Temple, a large number of martial arts people have already gathered.

It's a pity that they were stopped outside by the congenital stick monks of such a temple, and only a few well-known senior masters could be witnessed by the mountain.

If the temple is the source of the Brahman, the temple hides the dragon and the crouching tiger, and there are one hundred and eight Arhat monks in the congenital realm alone.

This one hundred and eight innate stick monks, coupled with the six Bodhisattvas of the Grandmaster Realm, laid down the 'Vajra Arhat Demon Suppression Array', claiming that even if the great grandmaster comes, he will drink hatred!

In the past, there was also a discontinuity in the history of the great master of the temple, when the first person of the Demon Dao and the great grandmaster, the blood lone hong, killed the mountain gate, trying to destroy this ancestral court of the Brahman.

As a result, he fell into the 'Vajra Arhat Demon Suppression Array', fought for nine days and nine nights, and finally died of exhaustion.

Ordinary masters of the rivers and lakes are probably not enough for a congenital stick monk to beat.

In the face of them blocking the road, even if there is a cat scratching in his heart, he can only endure it.

A swordsman was stopped outside, scratching his ears and cheeks, and suddenly saw the stick monk in front of him with a solemn expression, saluted a young man in white, got out of the way, and couldn't help but wonder: "Who is this person?" Why can he go in? I can't do it? ”

As soon as the words fell, he immediately received a lot of caring foolish eyes around him.

"Young man, come out and mix, it doesn't matter if your martial arts are not good, you have to make your moves a little brighter......" An old man next to him watched Fang Xian leave, and then he gasped: "That one, but today's main master!" ”

"White Tiger Star Monarch!"

The swordsman unconsciously screamed, triggering another wave.

……

Fang Xian's qi was dark, and unconsciously, he had already walked in front of the gate of Rushi Temple.

If the temple is not so magnificent and gorgeous, there is only a mountain gate, in front of the door is two lines of couplets 'view of the empty flowers, a dream is the same. ’

In front of the mountain gate, there stood two people.

A monk is a monk, a monk is a monk who knows everything, and the Tao is a sword man.

Behind them, there were hundreds of innate arhats, all their breaths, pulses, and heartbeats seemed to be connected, as if they were one person.

Around, there are also some martial artists, Yulongjiao, Guan Sheng, Linghu and the heads of the six major factions are among them.

Jade Longjiao's face was worried, but the other grandmasters had different expressions.

"Looking at the empty flowers, a dream is also the same? Sure enough, I also have a side here - everything has a way, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and it should be viewed as such. What does the master think? ”

"The donor really has Buddha nature, thought-provoking, why don't you cut your hair in this temple and become a monk and understand the Dharma, wouldn't it be happy?"

Zhifan is a middle-aged monk, with a pair of eyes full of vicissitudes and Buddha nature.

"Haha, I'm here today to pick such a temple, not for anything else!" Fang Xian laughed and refused.

At this time, the onlookers believed that this White Tiger Star Monarch was really ready to challenge this thousand-year-old temple with his own strength, and they couldn't help but lose their voices.

"The two veins of the Sanskrit Dao, advancing and retreating together, Fang Jushi's words, but the old Tao can't stand by and watch."

The kendo man sighed.

"Phew...... You guy who secretly released a sword to cut me, I'll be afraid of you? ”

Fang Xian suddenly erupted: "Today, you will go up with this old monk, plus the Vajra Arhat Demon Suppression Array, I just happen to comprehend it together!" ”

"Flying swords?"

Outside the field, there was an uproar among the Grandmasters, not knowing what Fang Xian meant.

On the contrary, several sect heads who were quite related to the second lineage of the Brahmanic Dao were silent, looking at Fang Xian with horror in their eyes.

They knew the 'Imperial Sword Technique' of the Kendo people pressing the bottom of the box, a sword flying immortal, it was like the means of a person in the immortals, they had secretly assassinated Fang Xian, but they hadn't taken this person's life yet?

What is the unfathomable level of this White Tiger Star Monarch's martial arts?

"Brother Dao is slow, today's battle is unavoidable, let Lao Qu first learn the White Tiger Star Monarch's high moves."

Zhifan monk strode into the entrance, and a layer of hazy golden light appeared on his body, and there was a faint Sanskrit chanting.

"A good 'Dragon and Tiger Mighty King Kong is not bad'......"

Fang Xian praised it, understanding that the pinnacle of this world had a little bit of magical spells.

This is the case for himself, the 'swordsmanship' of the kendo people, and the 'supernatural powers' of the monks.

With such a means, ordinary people will definitely be regarded as immortals and demons when they see it!

He also stepped out in one step, and it was originally a thick bluestone slab in front of the temple gate, but at this time, it directly exploded one after another.

Roar!

A tiger roar sounded in the void, and the surrounding grandmasters all felt their hearts shaken and had difficulty breathing.

This is the invincible fist intent that Fang Xian has cultivated since he practiced boxing, sweeping the invincible!

He inhaled, tightened his waist, put his fingers together, raised his right hand high, and smashed it down with one punch!

This punch is very ordinary, similar to the usual moves used to run the rivers and lakes such as Wuding Kaishan and Li Split Huashan, which is a simple single punch to smash down.

But in Fang Xian's hands, the power was incomparably amazing, like a mountain pressing down.

If the monk does not dodge or dodge, his right hand is lightly raised and directly framed.

Bang!

Under his feet, the bluestone slab shattered directly, countless cracks spread into the distance, and the gravel flew wildly.

"Okay, come again!"

Fang Xian laughed, and the white tiger's acupoint in his body exploded, and another punch was blasted out.

"Three Tigers Open Thailand!"

As the monk continued to parry, the gravel flew around as if it had been stimulated by a strong bow and crossbow.

"Five tigers killed! Again! ”

If the monk pounds it out with his left hand, it is an innate mastery - the demon pestle!

With the dragon and tiger vigorously, the end is a thousand forces, and the blockers are invincible!

"Good! Seven Tigers Destroy the World! Again! ”

Bang bang!

Fists flew, the ground exploded, and the air roared.

The strong momentum forced the grandmasters to keep retreating, looking at the terrifying scene in the field in horror.