For the first time, borrow the name for the first time?!

Zhanzhao's face darkened, and he said loudly: "What a big breath, do you know that I have seen many people like you over the years, always thinking that their martial arts are very powerful, so they dare to challenge my master." However, many of them have not even seen my master, and have been easily dismissed by the disciples in the temple. ”

He paused, stared at Song Mingjing and said seriously: "I advise you to dispel this idea, so as not to ask for hardship." ”

Song Mingjing smiled and said: "Little milk cat, you shouldn't worry about this, just lead the way in front." ”

"Don't call me a kitten."

Zhan Zhao was a little angry, the fine iron rod danced, brought a strong wind to his face, and pointed obliquely at Song Ming's mirror door: "Since it doesn't make sense, if you want to challenge my master, then defeat me first." ”

"I don't want to be called a cat abuse!"

Song Mingjing stretched out his hand and rubbed Zhan Zhao's bare little head.

Zhan Zhao snorted coldly, and the fine iron rod in his palm flicked, facing Song Mingjing's palm.

Song Mingjing's smile did not decrease, he did not dodge or dodge, and hit the fine iron rod with his palm, only to hear the crisp sound of "dang", like a symphony of gold and iron.

The fine iron rod "buzzed" and trembled, and Zhan Zhao suddenly felt a strong force, which shook his palm and almost couldn't hold it, but Song Mingjing's palm had already pressed on the top of his head and rubbed it vigorously.

"It's such a great palm kung fu, I'm not an opponent."

Zhan Zhao was taken aback, stabilized his figure, and carefully looked at Song Mingjing, who looked smiling, and thought to himself: "I don't know if the two senior brothers of Jieyi can win against him, well, I'm afraid it won't work." However, no matter how powerful this person is, he is definitely not the opponent of Senior Brother Jiexian. ”

Jiexian is one of the most gifted people since the establishment of Xiangguo Temple, with superb Buddhism and the first debate. In addition, he is proficient in the martial arts of the Thirty-six Chambers and One Ying, and can be called the first person under the Master of Confession.

Regarding the next successor of Xiangguo Temple, Jiexian is also the one with the highest voice.

Zhan Zhao had a lot of respect for Jiexian, and when his mind turned, he shook his painful palm and said, "Okay! You come with me! ”

Knowing that he is not an opponent, he is also neat.

Zhan Zhao, Song Mingjing, and Chen Ruoni pushed aside the crowd and walked all the way to the interior of Xiangguo Temple.

Yan regret is old, in recent years, most of the time in the meditation room alone to practice, the temple affairs Tai half handed over to the precept of the sage, the precept of resentment, the precept of Yi and several other outstanding disciples of the word "precept".

After passing through several halls, the surrounding people gradually became smaller, and Zhan Zhao saw several small novices running by, and grabbed one of them suspiciously and asked, "Huh? Where are you going? And Brother Jiexian, where are they now? ”

Several little novices stopped, and when the little novices who were caught saw that it was Zhanzhao, they hurriedly folded their hands and said respectfully: "Quit ......." ”

Before a word came out, before Xiao Shami spit out the word 'color', he was glared at by Zhan Zhao fiercely, and he quickly changed his words: "Uncle Xiao, you are back." ”

Although Zhanzhao is young, he has a high rank because he repents as a teacher.

"Uncle Junior, we are about to go to the martial arts arena, and they are all there." Another novice said.

"Huh! Why? Zhan Zhao was curious.

"Uncle Junior, you've been out for a few days, and you still don't know what's going on in the temple." Another little novice eyebrows danced and said: "Two days came a group of Xixia people, including the monks of Xixia Bailu Temple and Chengtian Temple, who made remarks to provoke our Daxiangguo Temple in the scriptures and Buddhism, and said that there was no one in our Xiangguo Temple. ”

Zhanzhao was not interested in the Buddhist scriptures, but he was also honored for the precepts and sages, and was more curious about the follow-up development, and said: "Then what? ”

A little novice snorted and said indignantly: "Then those Xixia monks were angry and angry, saying that the Buddha was not an opponent, so they belittled the martial arts of our Xiangguo Temple, saying that they were ...... vulnerable to a blow." ”

Hearing this, Zhanzhao knew it.

Jiexian is the first seat of the Discipline Academy, in charge of the criminal laws of Xiangguo Temple, he has always been upright and old-fashioned, meticulous, if the other party humiliates him, he may not be angry.

But it is about the reputation of Xiangguo Temple, how can the sage be indifferent.

"Martial arts arena!"

Zhanzhao's eyes lit up, and even Song Mingjing and Chen Ruoni couldn't care about it, so they turned around and rushed to the martial arts arena as soon as they turned around.

Several of the little novices glanced at each other, all smiling bitterly, and one of them looked at Song Mingjing and asked, "Two donors, are you friends with Uncle Xiao?" ”

"Not bad." Song Mingjing smiled and said, "It just so happens that we are also interested in martial arts, so let's bother a few to lead the way." ”

When Song Mingjing arrived at the martial arts arena, he didn't see anyone, and first heard a burst of laughter: "Xiangguo Temple is so famous, but martial arts are nothing more than that, you Central Plains people are used to talking about kung fu, but once you start it, it's a piece of soft mud, haha." ”

I saw five monks standing in the center of the martial arts field, the monks' robes were very different from the gray robes of the monks of Xiangguo Temple, decorated with complex floral patterns, two of them were Han monks, and the other three were Hu monks, which was different from the Han people in the Central Plains.

Many of the monks of Xiangguo Temple who were watching around were angry, after all, they did not reach the realm of the Buddha, and they couldn't stop their hearts, they all stared at the five Xixia monks angrily, and their chests seemed to be blocked with a stuffy breath, and they couldn't get out, which was very uncomfortable.

In front of the monks, the two old monks with gray hair and the word 'enlightenment' frowned.

The word "Wu" is already the most respected in Xiangguo Temple, and the original name of the presiding master is also "Wu Fa", and later it was renamed "Yan Confession" for some reasons.

These two old monks are called enlightenment, enlightenment, and they are both the disciples of the master of repentance.

The two monks stared at the five Xixia monks in the center of the field, and there was also a faint trace of anger in their hearts, they had fought two battles before, and the two warrior monks with strong martial arts in the 'ring' generation made a move, but the result was two battles and two defeats.

Moreover, the other party was ruthless, completely ruthless, and there was no compassion of the monks, and when he had the upper hand, he still injured the precepts and quit the void with heavy techniques.

Although he died on the spot, he was also severely injured and fainted, and now he has been taken down to heal.

The enlightened master chanted the Buddha's name, his eyes shifted, and fell on a monk with a cold face, about thirty times, and said: "Jiexian, next you will make a move, and ask a few distinguished guests from Western Xia to give you one or two." ”

"Yes! Disciple obeys! ”

Jiexian nodded, his expression was flat, and he took a step forward.

He was of medium stature, even slightly thin, and his face was ordinary, but as soon as he stepped out, everyone felt that in front of them, Jiexian had crossed several zhang and entered the center of the martial arts arena.

He confronted the five monks of Western Xia alone, his expression was calm and calm, and he had the temperament of a master craftsman.

Seeing that Jiexian made a move, the monks of Xiangguo Temple were in high spirits, and a shout with a slight milk voice sounded in the crowd: "Senior Brother Jiexian, teach these crazy monks a good lesson." ”

Jiexian's eyes moved, swept to Zhanzhao's figure, his brows relaxed, and then he looked at the Xixia warrior monk again, clasped his hands together and said, "I don't know if the mage will give teaching?" ”