"Shen Hesheng!"

Shen He turned his head and saw that this person was the Shen Mansion Connoisseur during the Spirit Plate Test that day. Shen Mansion Connoisseur, the judge of all kinds of competitions and tests in Shen Mansion, knows astronomy and metaphysics, knows geography essays, and knows a lot of all kinds of strange things, so it is most suitable for him to be the referee. It is not unreasonable that the Shen Mansion only invited this appraiser.

Shen He punched the appraiser and said respectfully, "I've seen my seniors." ”

The appraiser glanced at him, but did not speak. His role is to referee the game, and he can't have any similar performance to either side. However, Shen He's attitude towards him just now made him have a good impression of this junior. In this competition, he will definitely preside over justice.

The whole venue was quiet. Looking at Zhao Sanfeng who was motionless on the ground, their feelings were very complicated, especially the disciples of this old way. They were like eggplants beaten by frost at the moment, wilting, they couldn't believe that the invincible master would be defeated at the hands of a fourteen-year-old boy, and it should not be the master lying on the ground, but the second son of the Shen family who is said to be a waste.

But no matter how puzzled they were, the fact was that their master was defeated.

Shen He's first battle was a great victory.

Two people came out of the crowd, helped the old man up, and took him away from the competition venue.

Shen He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and there was no smugness on his face. He knew that this was only the first battle.

"In Xia Shen River, come and ask for advice!" The resolute voice came out again, and Shen He looked at everyone with burning eyes, without the slightest fear.

The few people standing in the front row of the crowd looked at each other and frowned, several of them were also first-class boxers, but they thought that they were not defeated by this Zhao Sanfeng, and now that even he was defeated, he and the others would definitely not have much chance of winning.

"Alas, let the old decay come and meet you in the afterlife. Among the people in the front row, an old man took a step forward, he was holding a golden Zen staff in his hand, he looked very old, he looked extremely round without hair, and his pair of long big ears were particularly eye-catching. His eyebrows are white, and there are ring scars on the top of his head that have not completely faded, and he looks extremely gentle, just like a monk.

"Amitabha, the poor monk's name is Hui'an, and today he has offended the donor, and he hopes that the donor Haihan. He rested one hand on his chest, with a small string of prayer beads hanging from his hand, and slowly stirred it, his lips moving and chanting.

The crowd gradually fell silent, very quiet, and they looked at the old monk quietly, as if listening to his Buddhist words.

Shen He was a little strange, why didn't everyone speak this time? Could it be that this old monk was so unfamous in the martial arts training ground?

He thought about it for a while, but still didn't have an answer. "Now it's a competition, you can't have these miscellaneous ideas, you have to concentrate on the competition. Shen He shook his head, his head was empty, he still put his fists on the posture, and said to the old monk: "Please master for advice!"

The old monk sighed, shook the scepter in his hand to the ground, and slowly walked towards the center of the field: "Offended." ”

With the steps coming, the old monk emitted a golden light, dazzling, and a rainbow halo appeared behind his head, placed in the center impartially, looking like a living Buddha in the world. Under this golden Buddha light, Shen He felt that the fighting intent in his heart was gradually calmed down, and he had a kind of idea that everything is precious, as if he should not come to this martial arts training ground, let alone hurt others. A sense of guilt appeared in his heart, feeling guilty for the old Tao who had just been seriously injured by himself, and unconsciously, the momentum on his body slowly retracted, and his eyes gradually became kind and religious.

"No, that's not right!" Shen He shook his head suddenly, how could he have such a strange thought! This is in the competition, he came today to defeat them, how did he give birth to such a negative thought? He looked at the old monk who was slowly walking towards him, he had words in his mouth, and the frequency of the rosary in his hand was also much faster, and the Buddha light was shining behind him, and his face still had a kind face. But at this moment, Shen He felt that the light of the Buddha was not so soft, the golden light was extremely dazzling, and there was also a murderous aura hidden.

"It's suffering, it's the way of this old monk!"

......

The appraiser stood on the sidelines, looking at Shen He, who had stood still since the beginning, and frowned. The crowd on the field was noisy, and someone shouted from time to time, but it seemed that Shen He didn't hear this, he stood in place with empty eyes, waiting for the old monk to approach him step by step.

"This bald donkey ......" the connoisseur looked at him a little unkindly, although he knew in his heart what was going on, but because of his special status, he could not interfere in this competition.

In his heart, he was still very inclined to Shen He. If others didn't know about him, but he was a witness to the test ten years ago, he saw the child's despair when he knew that he didn't have the spirit of war, and his painful howl made people feel emotional.

Later, the second son of Shen He was lost, and the Shen Mansion looked for him like crazy, and when he came back, he entered the martial arts training ground to practice, he was only four years old that year, two years earlier than his talented brother, and he didn't know how much he suffered in this martial arts training ground.

After that, he met Li Madsheng, whose strength was stronger than him, and he stayed in the martial arts training field longer than him, and after this little guy defeated him under tremendous pressure, a smile from the bottom of his heart bloomed on his face for the first time.

After the New Year, he went to the mountains with Wang Wu to cultivate, and this time he went for nine years. When he came back, he had grown into a young man, and the pain of homesickness for nine years was so pressed on his heart. But he's just a kid.

And this old bald donkey is not a good kind, he was afraid of punishment for killing people in his early years, so he became a monk in the temple, and then because the abbot refused to teach his exercises, he stole all his exercises, and deliberately set fire to the entire temple, and the lives were ruined. If it weren't for the arrogance that he later wanted to come to Shen Mansion to get some oil and water, and was spotted on the spot, General Shen Hong cherished his beautiful illusion, put it into the martial arts training ground, and agreed not to do evil for the rest of his life, but I am afraid that this bald donkey is still at large, deceiving those ignorant people everywhere.

Looking at Shen He's performance, he must have fallen for his illusion. He sighed, and now he could only pray that this afterlife would be fine......

When Shen He realized that something was wrong, he immediately activated the power of the battle path in his body, and the transparent energy in the dantian surged wildly, instantly spreading to all parts of Shen He's body. In the past nine years, he has also broken through to the Yuan Dan Realm, and now he is the sixth order of the Yuan Dan Realm, and the power of the battle path in the dantian has condensed into a huge and incomparably condensed giant ball, and the little bit of energy floating on the giant ball contains powerful power. He looked at his nose and his nose and his heart, and let himself fall into peace.

Slowly, he felt that strange psychology was slowly disappearing, and the fighting spirit was rekindled, and he was even more convinced that it was the old monk who did it. He accelerated the operation of the battle path, and powerful energy surged in his body, and gradually, a transparent film of energy light appeared on his body, isolating this Buddha light from himself.

He opened his eyes suddenly, the Buddha light in the sky disappeared instantly, and a deafening human voice was heard in his ears, and a golden Zen staff was hitting him quickly, only an inch away from his chest!