An Qisheng stood quietly, his eyes as clear as the starry sky shining with a hint of pleasure.

Ringing this bell eighty-one times is greater than the gain he gained from a hundred battles with others.

Under the tremendous oppression, at this moment, the qi and vein network in his body had a deeper connection with his muscles and bones, and the method of horizontal practice was initially achieved.

There was silence on the martial arts field.

The monks looked at An Qisheng, who seemed to be glowing with divine light on the bell platform, and fell into a deathly silence.

And the old monks such as Sankong and Sanyin looked at the Huangjue Bell that fell to the ground and was almost completely embedded in the Qinggangyan Square, and their faces twitched.

At this time, on the almost indestructible bell wall of the Huangjue Bell, a palm print several inches deep was left.

It actually left traces on the Huangjue Bell......

Although compared to the giant bell, the palm print is small and you can't see it if you don't look carefully, but it pokes into the eyes of several people at once.

"Palm Print......

Sankong's long white eyebrows moved, and his body was trembling.

The Huangjue Bell is not a simple bronze bell, but a divine weapon that condenses the thousand-year-old martial arts of the Huangjue Temple, which is almost indestructible, and even the Taibai Sword of Mu Qingfeng of Wanjian Villa may not be able to leave traces on it.

At this time, such a deep palm print was actually left.

Fortunately, he was amazingly accomplished, took a deep breath, stood up, and recited a Buddha horn:

"The Taoist chief is unparalleled in physique, and the old man admires it very much, this gamble is our loss! If the Taoist wants to cast a divine soldier, my Huangjue Temple must help him. ”

If you lose, you have to admit it.

Sankong Exit admits defeat, and all the warrior monks and great monks around him also nodded indifferently, there is nothing to say about the loss, how can you not admit it?

The corners of Fuxin's mouth squirmed, and he wanted to say something, but he still sighed.

Although some are unwilling.

But the fact is that he hasn't made a move yet, and he has lost completely.

He is fighting to the death, and I am afraid that it is impossible to ring the bell eighteen times in a row, let alone eighty-one?

All the ancestors who have been promoted to the divine vein in the Dragon Elephant Dharma Temple for seven hundred years have all been resurrected, and I am afraid that it is possible to defeat this old Taoist priest in terms of number of times.......

"Huangjue Temple is worthy of being the leader of the righteous path, and the master's demeanor is admirable."

Anqi calmed down with anger and blood, and he didn't see how to move, and he had already fallen off the bell platform.

He looked at the Huangjue Bell, which was almost completely submerged in the stone ground, and was also a little surprised.

This Huangjue bell is indeed a treasure, and he did it with all his might, and it was a full eighty-one times before he left these three-inch palm prints, which shows how strong this bell is.

"Abbot!"

At this time, a figure in the distance fell from the sky with several ups and downs, and handed a red gilt prayer post to Sankong:

"Abbot, someone sent a prayer post from the bottom of the mountain."

"Huh? This prayer ......."

Sankong's heart moved, pinched the prayer post, and asked the disciple, "Where is the person who came?" ”

The disciple looked a little strange and said:

"After the men left their prayers, they turned and left......

There was something strange in the disciple's heart.

He clearly saw a group of people rushing towards Huangjue Temple, but for some reason, he suddenly turned back and left in a hurry.

"Gone......."

Sankong thoughtfully opened the prayer post.

I saw a line of ink on the big red page: not a hair, but it is also good, it is convenient for others, and it may not be convenient for you.

Signed: Ji Chonghua.

This line of words is through the back of the paper, which contains a deep sense of God,

Sankong glanced at it, but his face couldn't help sinking:

"Ji Chonghua ......."

Ji Chonghua, Dafeng Taishi.

Legend has it that his young family was poor, fortunately met a strange person to teach martial arts, twelve in the army, after a few years of repeated military exploits, once drove a horse into the Hanhai, led 18,000 people to kill 30,000 elite cavalry of the Golden Wolf Palace.

Therefore, in the year of the weak crown, he was named a marquis and a general, but then he abandoned martial arts and literature, studied hard for three years in high school, and then went all the way up, and achieved the position of Dafeng Taishi above 10,000 people under one person.

So far, he has been on the throne of the Taishi for decades, and the real power is in his hands.

He is all-round in humanities and martial arts, and the city is deep, and even his ancestor Yixiu said that this person is a dangerous person.

Although he rarely made a move, it was rumored that he was higher than Han Weigong's martial arts and was the real number one master of the Dafeng Imperial Court.

What does this line mean......

Sankong thought thoughtfully, and couldn't help but look towards the bell tower.

Bang!

Almost at the same time, a loud bang rang out under the bell.

Under the huge shock, the huge martial arts arena seemed to be shaken by it.

At the same time as Sankong raised his eyes to look, he happened to see it.

The white-robed Taoist stepped on his feet, and under the great force, he fit a forward collision,

Slammed into the bell.

I only heard a thunderous roar, and the bronze bell that was deep under the stone slab was actually knocked out of the pit by the man!

Several big monks, including Fu Xin, had their eyelids jumping.

Moving this bell is many times more difficult than ringing it.

How strong is this old Taoist?

"Master Abbot, I have to trouble you to put this bell back up."

Anderson patted the dust that didn't exist on his body.

This bell weighs tens of millions of catties, and with his current physique and his initial integration of horizontal exercises, he also needs to cooperate with a lot of ingenuity to barely move it.

He wanted to see how the monks hung the bell.

At least, with his current physique, it was barely possible to move the bell, and he couldn't hang it up.

His thoughts flashed, and he looked at the crimson prayer post in Sankong's hand:

"But another guest is coming?"

Call~

Sankong's wrist shook, closed the prayer post, folded his hands, and said:

"I don't know when I plan to cast the army, so I'd better prepare in advance."

No matter what Ji Chonghua wants to do, what he promised is not to be regretted.

Ji Chonghua is not easy to mess with, but this is not a good bully.

The pre-formed divine vein is already like this, and the divine vein has been achieved, and I am afraid that he will be the top ten masters of the weapon spectrum in one leap.

Offending such a lone master is not necessarily better than offending the great master of Dafeng.

"Sooner rather than later."

An Qisheng smiled slightly, his face was soft, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

With his eyesight, he naturally swept away the handwriting on the prayer post.

Naturally, I also knew the meaning of that Dafeng Taishi.

It's just that this Dafeng Taishi's kung fu of hiding and hiding is indeed very good, and with his current spirit urging the Qi Technique, he can't even detect where he is.

"In this way, please also ask the Taoist chief to rest in the temple for a few days, and let Lao Wei prepare one or two."

Sankong smiled on his face.

"Well, naturally, it couldn't be better."

An Qisheng smiled and looked at Fuxin.

This handsome and beautiful woman-like monk smiled bitterly back.

........

Dozens of miles outside Huangjue Temple, several energetic and vigorous horse-drawn carriages drove slowly on the official road.

There was a huge space in the carriage, and there was a strange fragrance burning in it.

The green-shirted Confucian reclined on a seat covered with a fine mink blanket and looked at an ancient book.

Beside him, two cardamom girls with good faces and good figures carefully peeled fruit for him.

"Master, aren't you going to Huangjue Temple? How did you return so early? ”

A woman in a green dress with delicate and picturesque eyebrows asked softly.

She held a cup of hot tea in her hand, and let the carriage jolt a little, but the tea did not even ripple.

But he also has strong martial arts.

"Take my post, Sankong should understand what I mean, and it doesn't make much difference whether you go or don't go."

The green-shirted Confucian sighed softly:

"I don't want to be just two years away from Dafeng, and there is such a mess. Yang Lin still underestimates the people of the world too much, and now at this juncture, there will be a lot of trouble! ”

The woman in Tsing Yi seemed to be a little puzzled, pursed her lips but didn't ask.

After following this for a long time, she knew that there were some things that she could ask and some things that she could not ask.

"Tsing Yi is becoming more and more cautious, but there is no need to be so careful."

The blue-shirted Confucian smiled:

"It's not a secret, it's an old Taoist priest who had an adventure, and the waste of the Jinyi Guard and the six doors was turned into the climate by it for a while, which damaged a lot of manpower and added an opponent, but it was helpless."

"Whew~"

The woman in Tsing Yi blew the tea and handed it forward:

"What the master said, is it the Blood Demon An Qisheng who is on top of the brocade guard's rearrangement of weapons and ranks first on the ground list?"

"No. 1 on the list?"

The Confucian man in the green shirt took a sip of tea, put down the scroll, and shook his head slightly:

"Where is the number one place on the list? He has already ascended to the sky, and he is now ranked seventeenth in the weapon spectrum! ”

"Seventeen?"

The woman in Tsing Yi's eyes widened, a little surprised.

The arrangement of the weapons spectrum is summarized on the basis of Jinyiwei's supervision of the world for decades, although it hides some people, but it is also extremely fair.

The seventeenth in the weapon spectrum is already the real top in the world!

With a population of tens of billions, it ranks seventeenth, which is how powerful.

In particular, he has only been rising for a year.

This is simply a myth.

"It's just like that, an old Taoist priest, but it's interesting."

The green-shirted Confucian said interestingly, but there was no smile on his face:

"Yang Lin is really damned, he should be killed!"

The woman in Tsing Yi silently put this sentence behind her mind and didn't dare to talk.

is also a giant of the imperial court, Yang Lin's gossip is not something she can interject.

"Master Taishi."

At this moment, a respectful voice came from outside the carriage:

"Your order has been conveyed by the Golden Feather Eagle to the Jinyi Guard, and what you need will be delivered in a few days."

"Ji Liu."

Ji Chonghua said lightly.

Outside the carriage, a middle-aged man bowed slightly and walked forward with the carriage: "The subordinates are here." ”

"You wait here with Ji Ba, and when that person comes out of the Huangjue Temple, you will send things up."

Ji Chonghua's eyes flashed with a trace of ripples:

"Put away your senseless rebelliousness, be humble and respectful, you know?"

"My subordinates understand."

Ji Liu's face tightened, and his attitude became more and more respectful.

"Go ahead."

Ji Chonghua said no more.

A few maids handed over the tea, water, melons and fruits.

"Master, are you going to buy that Anqisheng?"

The woman in Tsing Yi heard the meaning of the two people's words and asked curiously.

"The fish leaping over the dragon gate is no longer a fish, and buying it is naturally what it should mean."

Ji Chonghua leaned lazily on the chair, gently tapped the back of the chair, and said leisurely:

"He wants a divine soldier, why should he ask for Huangjue Temple? This seat can give him better! ”