795, who can give me a death

"Who is this man?"

In the crowded crowd, Yan Ruyu, who was staring at Chu Feng, had a trace of doubt flashing on her beautiful face.

The reason for her identity, except for this experience, she rarely comes out and doesn't know much about people outside.

Bian on the side did not bear it, and said with a smile: "I haven't even heard of Shiva in Buddhism, but he is known as a child." The god of colonization, the people of the first level, are almost all his descendants"

Bear. The two words, when this obscene guy in his heart said it, he bit it very hard.

Yan Ruyufeng's eyes were cold, a long flush appeared on her slender and white neck, she glared at Chu Feng's back, and said, "This evil Buddha"

Bian Buyi didn't think so, he shook his head and said: "The love of men and women is normal, multiplication, it is the instinct of living beings, and Shiva is born. The god of colonization. That aspect of the ability is the best in the world, and it is not unusual to find some people to plant seeds. ”

Although Yan Ruyu's cultivation is strong, as a woman, she still has psychological obstacles to discussing this kind of thing, so she snorted coldly and ignored it.

As a lewd, dark, and vicious person, how could Bian Buyi miss this good opportunity to disturb the mind of Yan Ruyu, a noble princess of the demon clan.

"Once, I went to visit Shiva, and the scene was called a shock, Shiva, one person turned into three thousand, and at the same time with three thousand women without shame, unbearable sound, the sound shook for hundreds of miles."

"I thought I could get a piece of the pie, but I didn't expect this bald head to have a very big desire for exclusivity, so I didn't even let me touch my hand."

After speaking, Bian Buyi also glared at Chu Feng's back.

But he didn't know that the Shiva in his mouth was already dead. Now standing in front of him was another man.

And be ready to pit him.

"Did you say enough?"

Yan Ruyuqiao's face was full of murderous intent, she was not a fool, she knew that Bian Buyi deliberately disgusted her with this kind of words.

Bian Bu didn't want to say more, and found that there were hundreds of pairs of eyes around him looking at him, and many people cast a look of disdain for him, coughed dryly, and looked at Chu Feng.

At this time, Chu Feng had already walked in front of the golden cicada.

Compared with the golden cicada with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth, Shiva Tian, who is possessed by Chu Feng, is tall, wide-mouthed, square like carving, thick eyebrows like a knife, and is a first-class man with eyebrows.

The golden cicada, who was a head shorter, folded his hands and held his head high, with a smile on his face that made countless people feel like a spring breeze and made the hearts of mortal girls ripple.

"The Bodhisattva can participate in this conference, and the little monk is very happy."

As a senior monk with a very high rank and a nephew of the Buddha, Chu Feng stretched out his rough big hand, patted Jin Chanzi on the shoulder like a junior, and said with a smile: "Jin Chanzi, you have just started Buddhism, and the road ahead is still very long, so you should ask more senior monks here for advice." ”

Around, the monks who originally had opinions in their hearts because Chu Feng didn't come on time saw that Chu Feng praised them and was about to blurt out the words, so they took them back one after another.

Jin Chanzi had a humble personality, did not have the slightest resistance to Chu Feng's words, recited the Buddha name, and respectfully invited Chu Feng to go up and preside over the Buddhist conference.

"That being the case, the poor monk should not give in"

Chu Feng unceremoniously stepped on the green jade steps and went up to the high platform.

Eyes swept over, a group of people from various schools of thought, their faces turned cold and said: "Today is the grand ceremony of Buddhism, you deliberately make trouble, don't you think that there is no one in my Buddhism!" ”

In a short period of time, so many monks were injured! It can be said to be a serious provocation. Jin Chanzi has a soft temperament and does not turn his face.

As a person who was ready to make trouble, Chu Feng certainly wouldn't miss this excuse.

The people below were boiling all at once, and all kinds of ugly words came and went.

"Old **, don't think that cultivation is high, we are afraid of you"

"There are so many of us, one person can drown you with a mouthful of foam"

"Originally, I was asking for advice, but I didn't expect your Buddhism to be so unbeaten"

……

"Shut it all"

On the stage, Chu Feng opened his mouth wide, performing a stunt that he hadn't performed for a long time, and roared proudly.

A dazzling white light, like a Tyrannosaurus rex, pushed sideways and pierced through the thick human wall.

Of course, the people standing there either have extremely high cultivation or powerful secret treasures, and it is impossible for them to be sprayed to death by Chu Feng's faint mouth cannon all at once.

"Ah......h

"Old **, do it when you say it"

……

Hundreds of thousands, who were shocked on the spot to the people of various schools outside the Thousand Buddhas, shouted and scolded one after another.

The leader of the side did not bear, and his expression was gloomy.

"Shiva, although your Buddha Gate is big, you can't cover the sky with one hand."

Chu Feng walked to the edge of the stage and looked at this guy who was about to become a backstabber with a smile.

Bian Buyi obviously knew that his cultivation was far from Chu Feng's opponent, and said a little vainly: "There are tens of thousands of people of various schools standing behind this seat, and if you really make a move, it will be you who will suffer." ”

Chu Feng smiled.

"Since you like to fight, poor monk, I will fight with you."

What the?

Compete with yourself!

Bian didn't bear to almost scare the pee.

His cultivation is no more than Da Luo Jin Xian, this senior on the stage, more than 100,000 years ago, was the peak of Da Luo Jin Xian.

When it comes to fighting, it's definitely looking for abuse.

"I'll fight you"

Yan Ruyu, who was not on the side, stepped forward.

Bian Buyi hurriedly grabbed her and said, "You are not his opponent"

Yan Ruyu shook off Bian Buying, wiped the place where the two of them touched their skin with a handkerchief with a look of disgust, and said, "So kind! ”

Bian lived up to the old man's face darkened, and said angrily: "After the last incident, the Qingjiao King beside your father and the emperor passed on a divine thought, let me help you with it, otherwise I want to look good."

Yan Ruyu didn't know whether Bian Buyi was telling the truth or a lie, so she snorted coldly and stopped talking.

On the stage, Chu Feng saw that Yan Ruyu was also intimidated, and turned to provoke people from other schools.

"Just now it was just a small lesson, the holy land of Buddhism is not something you can wait for. Next time, the poor monk can crush you all with one finger."

What arrogance! Is this what the master said?

The monks were messy in the breeze.

Under the steps, the golden cicada woke up from the shaking spirit and hurriedly transmitted the message to Chu Feng.

"Bodhisattva, don't act recklessly!"

This senior is obviously an old monk who has lived for an unknown number of thousands of years, so how can he rush like a young man.

Jin Chanzi was very puzzled.

Chu Feng ignored it and pointed directly at Yan Ruyu, the princess of the demon clan.

"Princess of the Demon Clan, you just injured a number of high-ranking monks, you must give the poor monks an explanation"

Yan Ruyu was born noble, with all the qualifications, needless to say, she was arrogant, and when she heard the words, she said coldly: "The matter of the competition, each depends on his ability, the monk in your mouth is not good, and if you lose, who is to blame?"

At the foot of the steps, the monks looked ashamed.

In the fight just now, the injury rate of Buddhism was much higher than that of people of various schools.

Of course, the main reason is that the cultivation is not equal.

Chu Feng laughed and said, "It's a good one, each with his own ability, the poor monk is about to ask the princess for advice." ”