"Shit, you're just going to hell. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info I was almost killed by a fourth-level tyrant, and even the two small pills were eaten, but in the end, the tyrant was stabbed to death by Zhang Feng with a shot, and even the minions and blood beads were on him, I will lie to you? Is it necessary? Yes, he is not a fifth-level, but he is also a third-level peak martial artist, and it is easy to join other forces, and even the military, but it is not easy for me to win him over. What are you talking nonsense like this now?" said Neng Fury.

"Tsk, you're still exposed. You may not be able to defeat the tyrant, but you will definitely have no problem escaping, how can you almost be killed. How could he be a third-level martial artist, how could he be able to kill a tyrant? I'm afraid that he won't be able to stop even a single punch from the tyrant!"

"You must have killed the tyrant, and then gave him the materials to act, so that you could get more credit for yourself and better training for him. ”

"It makes sense, and whether he is a third-level martial artist or not, this is still to be verified by us. ”

The monks retorted one after another. Although the four old monks were a little dissatisfied with these quarrels, they were also full of doubts.

After all, it's incredible for a third-level martial artist to kill a tyrant!

"You ......"

I can bear the anger, but I don't know how to explain it for a while. When he looked at Zhang Feng, his face was also full of shame, and he was even more worried that Zhang Feng would be angry because of this, and then chose to leave.

"All right, everybody. You talk too much nonsense, and if you don't believe in your own strength, just give it a try. ”

Zhang Feng smiled slightly, patted Neng's shoulder, and strode to the middle of the hall, his eyes were like electricity, he glanced at the monks, and made a provocative gesture of hooking his fingers.

Monks are a group of people who can speak in the world, and the tongue can lotus is about Buddhism, so Zhang Feng will not debate with them.

In particular, he understands that in the final analysis, the world of martial artists is still respected by strength, and no matter how much he says, it is not as simple, direct and effective as the last fight.

He is different from Nengren, he has experience in his previous life, and he understands this truth best, although Nengren has a bad temper, but he still adheres to the concept of a peaceful era, and he has not had time to change.

He is not a glass heart, he urgently needs to join the forces in order to go to the Martial Arts Association to take over the task as soon as possible, and he also wants to see the exercises of Baiyun Temple, and he understands that it is normal for martial artists to fight each other for resources, so he will never leave angrily because of a few words of mouth and questioning, which will only make Nengcan endure sadness and the opponent happy.

"Arrogance!"

"It's too arrogant!"

The monks were stunned for a moment, and then shouted angrily.

"Good boy, there is a kind, I will meet you! But if you use the spear, you will definitely not be able to use it here, so let's go outside!" A second-generation black-faced monk with a tiger's back and a bear's waist immediately shouted and stepped forward.

"No need, I don't need a spear to deal with you, and besides, I don't need to shoot easily, otherwise it won't hurt you!" Zhang Feng waved his hand.

"What? Well, then don't blame me for being rude!"

The black-faced monk was furious, rushed forward quickly, raised his fist and hit, and shot with all his strength, without reservation, vowing to teach Zhang Feng who dared to underestimate him a hard lesson.

"No!"

Although the black-faced monk is far inferior to the senior brother, his cultivation is already at the peak of the third level, and most of the martial arts of Baiyun Temple are fierce ways, in terms of strength and hand-to-hand combat ability, there are rare opponents in the same level, so when they saw the black-faced monk attack with all his might, the rest of the monks were all taken aback, and began to worry that Zhang Feng would be seriously injured.

After all, Zhang Feng dared to stand up, which means that he is really a third-level peak nine times out of ten, even if such a talent has average combat power, Baiyun Temple can't ask for it, not to mention that Zhang Feng is still kind to Baiyun Temple, if he is really seriously injured, it will not be beautiful.

But Zhang Feng and the black-faced monk were too close, and the black-faced monk punched quickly, even the four old monks didn't expect Zhang Feng and the black-faced monk to move so quickly, and because of the distance, they didn't have time to stop it.

What's worse is that they found that Zhang Feng stood still in the face of the black-faced monk's punch, as if he was scared stupid.

"Oops, why doesn't this kid hide!"

Even the black-faced monk himself was taken aback, and his face changed greatly.

It turned out that these monks were indeed a bit venomous, but they had a good heart, and the black-faced monk actually didn't want to hurt Zhang Feng, and it was impulsive to go all out, but at this moment, even he himself was too late to stop.

Bang!

But just when the black-faced monk's fist was about to hit Zhang Feng, everyone thought that Zhang Feng was about to be seriously injured and knocked away, but Zhang Feng suddenly moved.

I saw Zhang Feng's left foot on the ground, his right shoulder retreated, his left arm shook, and he punched out as fast as lightning, hitting the black-faced monk's fist with great precision.

Immediately after, the two figures immediately separated at a faster speed, one stood still, and the other was like a broken kite, and was knocked away on the spot and fell several meters away.

What is even more shocking is that the result is completely different from what they believed, because it was not Zhang Feng who was knocked away, but a black-faced monk.

"Senior brother!"

Seeing the black-faced monk flying, the three monks in this direction immediately instinctively flew forward to catch him.

But at the moment when he caught the black-faced monk, the huge impact shook the three of them out, flying out of a few meters before they fell to the ground, quite embarrassed.

But the amazing thing is that they are only a little dizzy, and they are fine. First, they have strong muscles and bones, and they are very resistant to fighting. Second, it is obvious that Zhang Feng used advanced power skills and deliberately left his hands behind.

"Good speed!"

"Good power!"

"Good technique!"

"Good marksmanship!"

So, everyone was stunned.

The four old monks were even more knowledgeable people, and while breathing a sigh of relief, their cloudy eyes also flashed instantly, as if they had seen a peerless treasure. And couldn't help but praise each other.

First of all, Zhang Feng's strength and speed are very amazing, then the true qi and power that can be controlled freely, and finally the spearmanship.

That's right, it's gunnery.

For a truly powerful martial artist, a weapon is nothing more than an extension of the fists and feet, and the fists and feet can naturally be used as weapons.

Zhang Feng's punch seems simple, it looks like a fist, but in fact, it uses a fist as a gun and performs profound marksmanship.

The unity of these four will create this shocking scene in front of us!

And hearing the old monk's evaluation, Zhang Feng couldn't help but secretly admire, worthy of being an old-timer of Baiyun Temple, his eyesight was really extraordinary, and he could see his reality at once.

He also knew that the other party was not only praising him, but also showing his eyesight, revealing the heritage of Baiyun Temple, and winning back a city for his disciples.

However, he couldn't ask for it, the more profound the other party's cultivation eyesight, the more he could gain after joining.

"Thank you to the four masters for the compliment. Well, who else is not convinced?" Zhang Feng hugged his fists at the old monks without being shocked, and then his eyes were like lightning, scanning the crowd.