"Rush!"

As soon as the bronze door opened, many excited contestants rushed in directly, just like snatching a baby.

"Let's go inside."

Guanyin said to Tang monks.

More than 10,000 people passed through the bronze gate, which is also spectacular.

The speed is quite fast, and these people have the opportunity to get in.

"Look, those people are on the screen!"

Those who did not participate in the competition can clearly see the situation inside on the outside screen.

"Haha, the island owner is really a fool, he said that he wouldn't let us use mana, and if he didn't use it, he wouldn't listen to him!"

A lot of people are clever and proud.

"Oops!"

After entering the bronze gate, those people found that they could not release their instincts, and they were all banned.

"Damn, old fox!"

Some immortals scolded one after another.

But those who have no magic power are secretly happy in their hearts.

Most of these people who don't know mana are physical strength cultivators, such as the various sects in the Central Plains.

Shaolin faction.

Wu-Tang Clan.

Emei faction.

Songshan faction.

Kongtong faction and so on.

Foreign Muay Thai, judo and other strange arts!

These people are born with physical strength, but they have a great advantage.

Those immortals, since they have mana, are lazy and hardworking, they don't exercise at all, and their physique is very poor.

Rumble......

After everyone entered, the bronze door was closed.

A dense forest appeared in front of me.

"This is the Twisted Jungle? How come I've never heard of it before? ”

Yang Chan said curiously.

She follows Nuwa Niangniang, and she knows a lot of things, but she has never heard of it.

The jungle is huge, and after walking for nearly an hour, there is still no end in sight.

"What does the island owner mean, and he doesn't say anything about the conditions for customs clearance, just let us go down in the jungle all the time?"

Some impatient people are dissatisfied.

"Get out of here!"

Suddenly, there was a scolding.

"This is the position where you just sit, why are you sitting?" ”

Someone got into a fight.

"Why, because I am an immortal, an ignorant mortal like you, can be compared with us high immortals, get out of the way!"

The fairy scolded.

"Venerable Qingyang?"

Guanyin recognized it and said to herself.

"You know?"

Tang Seng and Yang Chan asked.

"Hmm."

Guanyin nodded, "He used to be under Manjushri Bodhisattva, and later he was transferred elsewhere, and he is considered an official in the Heavenly Court!"

"I see."

Yang Chan nodded, "No wonder it's a little tempered." ”

"Fuck you off, didn't you hear?"

Venerable Qingyang kicked over, and the other party was a strong man, dressed as a gray-black warrior, with a big icon painted on the back of his clothes, and the word Wudang was written on it.

"It turned out to be a martial arts person!"

Tang Seng wanted to laugh in his heart, he was in the world of Journey to the West, and he was able to meet characters from the martial arts world.

Boom!

Venerable Qingyang kicked the other party, "What's the matter, deaf?" I don't want to say it a second time! ”

Yes!

The strong man of Wudang covered his face, red and swollen.

Venerable Qingyang was ruthless enough, this kick was very strong, and he continued to threaten: "Boy, when I have mana, I can poke you to death with one finger!" ”

“……”

The strong man was not convinced, he didn't dare to get angry, and he couldn't provoke the immortals.

I could only stare at it fiercely, and I was helpless.

"What do you see, not convinced? Believe it or not, gouge out your eyeballs? ”

Venerable Qingyang shouted.

Ran over again, snapped......

Slap him a few times.

"Waste, dare to pretend to be an uncle in front of the gods, what shit Wudang faction, in my eyes it's a spicy chicken!"

Only then did Venerable Qingyang sit down satisfied, and closed his eyes cross-legged.

"Not a spicy chicken ......"

The corners of the strong man's mouth moved slightly, his fists were clenched, and his eyes were full of anger.

He was elected to participate in the Solitaire Saint Society, carrying the dignity and honor of the sect.

Wudang is not allowed to be trampled on by outsiders!

"Say it again!"

The strong man stood up abruptly and roared.

Frightened, Venerable Qingyang shuddered, and then became angry, stretched out his finger, and pointed at the strong man's nose: "Call your mother, such a loud voice, scare me don't know?" ”

Click!

The strong man grabbed his finger and twisted it slightly, making a crisp sound.

Broken!!!

Yes!

Venerable Qingyang screamed in pain, rolling on the ground, wanting to stand up and take revenge, but was kicked to the ground by the strong man again.

"Our Wudang is not a spicy chicken, what about the gods, I will fight the same!"

Bang bang bang!

A fist the size of a strong man's bowl fell like raindrops.

In a moment, Venerable Qingyang's nose and face were swollen, and he didn't dare to let go of a fart.

"Apologize!"

The strong man snorted.

"Me?"

Syllable!

The strong man kicked a fly, and several teeth of Qingyang Venerable flew out of his mouth, all of which were bloody.

"Don't fight, I apologize, you Wudang is not a spicy chicken!"

"And who's Spicy Chicken?"

"I am, I'm Spicy Chicken!"

Venerable Qingyang trembled with fright and curled up on the ground.

"Humph!"

Seeing the strong man coming, Venerable Qingyang immediately vacated the place and sat down.

Some other immortals originally wanted to save face for Venerable Qingyang, after all, they were all immortals, but when they saw the strong man's skills, they all stopped.

Those who know the times are Junjie.

Soon, these martial arts practitioners realized that the immortals had no place to use here, and they were the ones who were strong.

In addition, after walking in the jungle for so long, everyone is upset and doesn't know when it will be a head.

Some people are inevitably irritable.

"Go sit over there!"

A disciple of the Songshan faction kicked the immortal next to Guanyin and let him dodge.

"Yes!"

The fairy's eye was so strong that he ran away immediately.

"Girl, look at the dress, you are not an ordinary fairy!"

The disciple of the Songshan faction sat down with a smile.

Guanyin looked at her coldly and moved to Tang Seng's side.

"What do you want to do, she is Guanyin Bodhisattva, do you have bad thoughts, I advise you to put away your dirty thoughts!"

Yang Chan couldn't stand it and said disdainfully.

"Yo, there's a beautiful woman here, why don't you play with me?"

"You!"

Yang Chan's face was panning, but she didn't expect that there would be color waves here.

Ding dong!

Tang Seng immediately opened the system, exchanged some kung fu, and comprehended it by himself.

You can't let these guys bully Guanyin and Yang Chan!

Sure enough, there is!

Tang Seng looked at the system, and there were a lot of Songshan Sect Kung Fu, Cold Ice Divine Palm, and Great Songyang Divine Palm.

There is also Songshan swordsmanship: Songshan fast and slow seventeen road swordsmanship, meridian twelve swords.

Songshan True Qi Formula: "Cold Ice True Qi".

If you have these things in your heart, you can practice comprehension.

"Redeem now!"

"Ding Dong, the exchange is successful!"

Just when Tang Seng was about to comprehend and practice, suddenly a man wearing a white scarf appeared.

"You can't bully people!"

He was dressed in a white robe with a white scarf wrapped around his head, which was the clothing of the Arab region.

"What kind of thing are you, dare to come out and meddle in your business!"

Sou!

The disciple of Songshan slapped him, and the Arab jumped high and kicked the other party in the face.

The other party fainted instantly.

"What a speed!"

Everyone present was a little surprised, including some immortals.

"Thank you."

Guanyin is very polite.

"It's a gesture."

The other party nodded slightly.

Tang Seng was a little embarrassed, it stands to reason that this kind of heroic thing to save beauty shouldn't he come by himself?

(End of chapter)