There is only one last night left before the agreed deadline between Nanlin Temple and Qin Yi.

Tonight is the time for the Southern Martial Arts Realm, the two top forces to divide the high and low, after eight o'clock in the evening.

The torches in the valley stretched like a dragon, illuminating the entire Annam Valley.

Knock knock!

The bell of Nanlin Temple rang in the mountains.

The dignitaries of the major factions gathered in a flat place at the mouth of the valley, talking to each other, so lively, secretly discussing who was the final winner tonight.

"Yo, what kind of wind blew Mr. Sima here, it's rare, it's rare."

"Yes, Mr. Sima is a historian and extremely smart, I don't know who you think will be in charge of martial arts tonight?"

As soon as Sima Qing walked into the venue, someone immediately recognized him, and everyone hurriedly surrounded the wise man and scrambled to ask questions.

"Everyone, victory or defeat has its own providence, I just came here to witness a sad song in the history of martial arts!"

Sima Qing put his hands behind his back, looked at the starry sky, and let out a long sigh.

As soon as he said this, everyone was even more confused, sad song? Whose tragedy?

It was noisy and lively, but I heard someone shouting: "The abbot of Nanlin Temple Xuankong has arrived!" ”

"Amitabha!"

But when they heard a solemn Buddha horn, which resounded through the valley, everyone's hearts shook at the same time, and the eardrums were painful.

Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!

But I saw some warrior monks holding iron pestles, arrogantly opening the way on both sides!

In the crowd, an aisle was spontaneously aisleed.

Surrounded by monks, Xuankong appeared at the venue.

But seeing that his Dharma appearance is majestic, the treasures all over his body exude golden light, the eight treasures on his head, and he holds a Zen staff, just like the Bodhisattva's lower realm, above all living beings.

"Master Xuankong!"

Everyone was shocked by his solemn appearance, and they bowed their hands to each other, and even more devout disciples knelt down to greet each other.

Xuankong eyes are above the top, contemptuous of everyone, and transcendent through the crowd.

Immediately behind him were the three grandmaster-level masters of Xuan Zhan, Xuan Sen, and Xuan Jing, and the group of four people fell down on the big seat at the top.

"Where are the people of Shenlong Temple? Where are the Yunnan people? ”

After Xuankong sat down, his eyes were full of golden light, and he glanced proudly around the crowd, and asked in a loud voice.

"Duan is here!"

"Amitabha!"

Duan Yunong and Han walked out hard.

"Today, the world's heroes are gathered here, just to talk about justice, some time ago, Thailand invited back the Buddha bone relics, who is it, and please Duan Ye and the master to make it clear."

Xuankong asked with a cold smile.

"She, of course the relics are ......"

Duan Yunong and Han Ku looked at each other, originally full of righteous indignation and shouting to take back the holy relics, but at this moment, seeing that Xuankong Buddhism is like a macro, where do they dare to answer.

"Mr. Duan, you are a descendant of the Dali royal family, the first of the Yunnan family, you might as well tell the truth in front of the heroes of the world."

The sound of the sky rose an octave, like thunder, resounding through the valley.

Duan Yunong's legs were weak in fright, where did he dare to come out, and hurriedly arched his hand: "Then, that is naturally from Nanlin Temple!" ”

"You!"

Although Master Han Bitter was afraid of the Xuankong Buddha, he didn't expect Duan Yunong, as the head of the Yunnan lineage, to openly say the opposite.

"Haha!"

"Everyone has heard, the relics are indeed the things of my Nanlin Temple......"

Xuankong laughed loudly, and before the words fell, a person burst into applause.

"Put your mother's bullshit, the relics are the true body of the supreme Zen master of my Shenlong Temple, and Nanlin Temple relies on its thousand-year-old reputation to try to occupy holy relics, it is simply a robber and a bully!"

"Xuankong, you are the head of the Southern Buddhism, and you specialize in shameless deeds, do you still have face?"

"And Mr. Duan, the Dian people elected you as the leader of justice, did they let you come here as your grandson?"

Moko was dumbfounded, glared at everyone, and roared.

However, in the audience, he was the only one who stood up, and the entire Yunnan family was lifeless, ashamed and speechless.

"Where did the wild donkey come from, dare to talk nonsense here!"

Xuan Zhan had a fiery temper and jumped out, glaring at Mo Ke.

"Everyone, since some people are not convinced, then let's follow the rules of the martial arts world!"

"Since ancient times, the holy relics have returned to the virtuous, but if there are those who are not convinced, you might as well fight with my Nanlin Temple!"

Xuankong opened his eyes and asked loudly.

"The abbot is right, there is no basis for what he said, whoever wants to disobey Nanlin Temple will stand up and fight to the death, the winner will get the treasure, and the loser shall not mention it again."

Zhang Zhengxuan stood up, stroked his beard and smiled.

"Yo, the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain is also here, Nanlin Temple is amazing."

"One Buddha and one two major factions in the world join forces, I'm afraid that even Qin Hou has no problem, I think this battle of Nanlin Temple will be won."

"I might as well wait for ......"

When everyone saw that Zhang Zhengxuan also came out to help, they all had an idea in their hearts.

For a while, everyone echoed the Xuankong.

"Fight to fight, I'm afraid of you bird!" Moko was furious.

"Okay, Senior Brother Xuan Zhan, you will meet him."

Xuankong raised his hand.

Xuan Zhan received the order, Sen Ran smiled, there were no tricks, and the shot was the Arhat Divine Fist.

Rumble!

The divine fist is like a tiger in the lower realm, with the power of ten thousand jun, the heavenly hammer smashes horizontally, as big as a car bucket, breaking the air, and the river beach is huge.

How dare Mo Ke be careless, he tried all his internal strength, and he also met the past with a Buddhist King Kong fist.

Rumble!

The difference in strength between the two is too great, the Xuan Zhan God Fist is a Gang refining master whose strength is close to that of the Great Grandmaster, and the threshold of the Mo Ke Lian Gang Qi Grandmaster has not yet been touched, how can he be the enemy?

But when he saw a click, Moko screamed and flew away.

The entire right arm, broken by the roots, was blasted into bloody mud by the divine power.

"Hehe, the Buddha will send you to hell to see Jizo Bodhisattva."

Xuan Zhan is brutal, unforgiving, intends to kill people, flies up quickly, and wants to make up for it.

"Don't hurt anyone!"

Seeing that his lover was injured, the master of cold suffering on the side slapped the heavenly dragon palm and blocked Xuan Zhan.

"Master, the apprentice is incompetent!"

Mo Ke clutched his broken arm, his face was as white as earth, and he said in pain.

"Young Master Chenyang, please take Moke down first."

Master Han Bitter said.

Duan Chenyang hurriedly shook his head, and said in fear: "It's all said, don't go to death, you have to go to the head, you deserve it!" ”

"Moko fights for the Dian people, how can he deserve it!"

"That's right, Shizi's words are too chilling."

The Yunnan masters on the side were dissatisfied, and hurriedly carried Moke down.

"Hehe, are you still reasonable?"

"If you have the ability, you can go up and fight,!"

Duan Chenyang sneered.

Everyone was suddenly choked speechless and sighed.

"Master Hanku, as soon as you are old, don't you want to come out, aren't you afraid that I will smash your old bones with one punch?"

Xuan Zhan disdainfully laughed heartily.

"Amitabha, Xuankong Abbot, Xuanzhan Elder, my Shenlong Temple is not your opponent, the relics of the Supreme Zen Master are yours!"

Master Han Ku had a bitter look on his face, and he recited the Buddha's name in pain.

"What do you mean, listen to your tone, it was given to us by your Shenlong Temple?"

"This is the relics of our senior monks in Nanlin Temple, okay? Can you speak, I think you're old and confused, right? ”

Xuan Zhan did not give up, and forced the cold to suffer.

(End of chapter)