Just when Yun Tianshu and his entourage started the robe, the Jingren monk who stayed on the ground finally finished cleaning up.

Although the ruins of the pagoda cover an extremely wide area, but when the Great Chan Temple was destroyed, the relics and bones and burial goods inside have long been swept away by the army of the Daqian Dynasty, and now there are only worthless ruins left, which makes the clean-up work a lot easier - at least he can let go of his hands and feet, and he does not have to worry about destroying the bones.

But even so, it is unrealistic to completely clean up this place, so all the Jingren monk can do is to roughly clean up the ruins, and then use the remains to build a few barely visible stupas to commemorate the ancestors who were once enshrined here.

After doing all this, the monk stopped crying, and knelt in front of the stupa he had erected with red and swollen eyes, motionless like a statue.

I don't know how long it took, a proud voice with a faint surprise suddenly came into my ears: "Huh? I can't imagine that there are other people in this great Zen temple? ”

The monk raised his head violently, and then clearly saw a tall young man stepping into the air, looking at himself condescendingly, his gaze was extremely indifferent, revealing a high-minded and domineering aura.

"Who are you?" The Jingren monk frowned, a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes, as a martial saint, he could easily sense the vast blood qi on the other party's body, coupled with the strong sense of threat he sensed on the other party, which meant that the other party was not only at least the level of a martial saint, but also much stronger than himself.

"What are you doing here?" At this time, the young man in the middle of the air asked, and before the Jingren monk could reply, he suddenly frowned: "Why do I think you are a little familiar?" ”

In the next second, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly laughed out loud: "You are a forbearant monk who is wanted by Daqian, and the remnant of the Great Chan Temple!" ”

Seeing that the other party recognized his identity, the face of the monk Jingren changed, he took a deep breath, the surging blood exploded like fireworks, and the gray robe on his body swelled up like a balloon, and then blasted out with a punch, and the rolling heat wave suddenly spread.

In the face of the attack of the Jingren monk, the young man in the sky didn't care, he sneered, waved his palm like a knife and cut down, at that moment, the Jingren monk's hair stood on end, and he suddenly had a creepy feeling, which was an intuition warning frantically.

"Not good!" Without thinking much about it, he immediately pulled away, and almost at the same time, the incomparably sharp scorching aura seemed to really turn into a huge long knife, splitting the surging blood qi he blasted out in two, grazing his shoulder and slashing down on the ground, leaving a huge and incomparably large rift.

Seeing this blow, the Jingren monk's pupils contracted, and he couldn't help but show a shocked look, he could feel that the other party was not serious, it was just a handful blow, but the power was terrifying, looking at the traces left on the ground, even the thick city wall could be cut open.

Realizing that his opponent's strength was far above his own, the Jingnin monk did not attack again, he stared at the other party and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Champion Hou!" The young man in the sky looked down at him and said with a proud expression.

"It's you!" The Jingren monk's pupils contracted, and he immediately understood that he might not be able to be good.

As a survivor of the Great Chan Temple and a wanted figure of the Great Qian Dynasty, the Jingren monk can be said to have a deep hatred for the Great Qian Dynasty, and he is naturally very concerned about the movements of the Great Qian Dynasty, so he is naturally no stranger to the champion Hou, a figure who has risen rapidly in recent years.

Although his source of information is limited, he also knows that the champion Hou is now famous, and he is faintly only under Hong Xuanji in the Daqian Dynasty, and it is said that his strength is second only to Hong Xuanji, and he already has the meaning of the second master of the Daqian Dynasty.

"I heard that you have the Qiankun cloth bag of the Great Zen Temple in your hand, which contains the countless years of accumulation of the Great Zen Temple? Hand over the Qiankun cloth bag and surrender to Ben Hou, Ben Hou can let you go, and even protect you from being hunted down by the Great Qian Dynasty! ”

Seeing that the Jingren monk knew about himself, the champion Hou said with an arrogant expression, and his indifferent words revealed a lofty meaning, as if it was a gift to let the Jingren monk hand over the Qiankun cloth bag.

Not to mention that the Qiankun cloth bag is no longer in the hands of the Jingren monk, even if it is still there, seeing his charity-like attitude, the Jingren monk will definitely not agree, he has fled for decades under the pursuit of the Daqian Dynasty and has never thought of surrendering, how can he bow his head because of the threat of the champion Hou?

However, before he could speak, another unfamiliar voice sounded: "Qiankun cloth bag? But the treasure in the Great Zen Temple, which is said to be made of the skin of human immortals? I didn't expect to be able to have such a harvest when I came here today, and God helped me! ”

"Who? Get out! Champion Hou was the first to react, his face sank, and suddenly swung his fist like a hammer, smashing heavily into the air, this punch shook the void, and the invisible ripples rippled, with a strange absorbing force, as if everything around him was squeezing towards the center, and he wanted to squeeze the fist into powder.

There was a light sound in the void, and five rays of light flashed like a rainbow, and the punch of the champion Hou seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss, and disappeared without any ripples, and a figure appeared out of thin air, and said in surprise: "Good means, you are not an ordinary person, report your name!" ”

"Ben Hou Champion Hou!" The arrogance on the face of the champion Hou is a little less, the other party can take his punch so easily, and he is obviously not an unknown person, although he is arrogant, but he does not want to provoke a strong opponent for no reason.

"It turned out to be the famous champion of the Great Qian Dynasty!" A hint of clarity flashed in the eyes of the visitor: "No wonder I have such strength, I am the Peacock King!" ”

Champion Hou's pupils shrank suddenly, and the vigilance in his heart increased a few points again, the Peacock King has been famous for a long time, after all, he is the head of the eight demon kings, and his strength is unfathomable, even if he is an arrogant person like Champion Hou, he doesn't dare to take it lightly when he encounters an old powerhouse like him.

However, it is impossible for him to back down, the champion Hou is extremely ambitious, and he wants to become the emperor of Daqian, and there is thousands of years of wealth accumulated in the Qiankun cloth bag, which is an inevitable thing for him, not to mention the Peacock King, even if the Dream God Machine comes, he will not back down.

Therefore, after only a short hesitation, he spoke: "Peacock King, this person is a Qin criminal who has been hunted down by the Daqian Dynasty for decades, and this marquis is the champion marquis of His Majesty, since he has encountered him, he naturally wants to bring him to justice, please make it convenient!" ”

The Peacock King was originally looking for the Sage Yuan Tu, who said not long ago that he wanted to subdue the Lifeless Cult, and then disappeared, and the Peacock King didn't have a deep friendship with him, so he didn't bother to care whether he lived or died.

But considering that if the Dream God Machine was missing the Sage Yuan Tu, the odds of winning would be much lower, so he still had to come out to look for him, but he passed by the Great Zen Temple, and felt the surging qi and blood that had just erupted here, and he was curious to come and see the excitement, but he didn't expect to hear the news of the Qiankun cloth bag.

He was not interested in the thousands of years of wealth of the Great Zen Temple, but the Qiankun cloth bag had not been opened, who knew what was inside? What if there are countless exercise cheats of the Great Zen Temple in it? What if there is a secret to achieving the Yang God or shattering the Void? So he didn't want to give up this Qiankun cloth bag.

Hearing the words of Champion Hou, the Peacock King suddenly burst out laughing: "Champion Hou, you and I are such powerful people, if you want that Qiankun cloth bag to say it bluntly, everyone has their own ability, why should they be so clever and coaxed, and lose their identity in vain, which makes people look down on them!" ”

"Besides......" Without waiting for the champion Hou to break out, he chuckled: "Now that the duck hasn't been caught, you are already in a hurry to divide the duck's belonging?" Aren't you afraid that the boat will capsize in the gutter, and the duck will fly again when it reaches the mouth? ”

A flash of anger flashed on the face of the champion Hou, and the anger in his pupils burned, he rarely said a soft word before, but he didn't expect that the Peacock King not only didn't give face, but laughed at himself for not acting magnificently, how could he bear it for a proud person like him?

But the words of the Peacock King also make sense, the Jingren monk is also a martial saint anyway, and he has been wanted by the Daqian Dynasty for decades and is still alive, he doesn't believe that the other party has a few hole cards in his hand, if he fights with the Peacock King, he has no time to take care of it but lets him run away, then it is really ridiculous and generous.

Fighting the Peacock King is temporarily unable to fight, he turned his head and glared at the Jingren monk, all his anger was vented on him, and then he raised his arm and punched him.

The Peacock King didn't intervene, but the huge thoughts immediately dispersed, filling all the surrounding spaces, so that the Jingren Monk could only face the champion Hou, but he couldn't find a chance to escape at all.

Champion Hou and Peacock King teamed up, such strength is not to mention a mere martial saint, even Hong Xuanji, who is known as the strongest in the Daqian Dynasty, has to spend some hands and feet if he wants to rush out, so when Champion Hou made a move, he didn't keep his hand at all, and he was more focused on guarding against the Peacock King.

However, what made him a little strange was that in the face of such a predicament, the Jingren monk did not have the slightest panic and uneasiness, as if the predicament in front of him was not worth mentioning at all.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" After a short period of consternation, the champion Hou scoffed, in the face of absolute strength, even if there are any tricks, what is the use? It's just a mantis arm as a car, destined to be crushed.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a strange smile from the Jingren Monk, and under the stunned gaze of the Champion Hou and the Peacock King, he took a deep breath and shouted unexpectedly......

"Help, sir!"