It's a sunny day, and it's a nice day.

The Great Compassion Temple is still as quiet as usual, and the laughing lion and others are still sweating and practicing martial arts, these warrior monks are really hard.

But the monk knocked on the wooden fish in the room and recited the scriptures in his mouth.

Life seems uneventful, but it is very relaxed, without a little stress, without a trace of trouble.

However, in this Great Compassion Temple, a figure looks out of place.

This person was covered in green robe and gold armor, carrying a domineering Guan knife in his right hand, and holding his beard calmly in his left hand.

This person is Feng Chenyu.

Now he is about to go to the martial arts training ground of the Great Compassion Temple, and a few days ago he had already told Elder Wuwen about the battle time, so today is the moment for him to challenge the abbot of the Great Compassion Temple.

Feng Chenyu's eyes continued to shine with confidence, although he looked extremely confident, but the hand holding Guan Dao betrayed him.

His hand holding the weapon was constantly sweating, and his hand was still a little shaky, obviously a little nervous.

"Senior Sister believes that I can win, then I can definitely win, I won't disappoint you, Senior Sister" Feng Chenyu said with a serious expression.

When Feng Chenyu completed this self-encouragement, his hand was also much calmer.

After a while, Feng Chenyu walked to the gate of the martial arts training ground, and inside this gate, the abbot was waiting for him.

At the door stood Gowen, who had a gloating expression on his face and a mocking look in his eyes.

Feng Chenyu said in the first sentence: "Bald donkey, is the abbot here?"

When Wuwen heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and when he came up, he called a bald donkey, if it was an ordinary person, he should go berserk, but Wuwen couldn't, because there was a reason for this.

Wuwen showed a very reluctant smile and said, "You go in, the abbot is already there." ”

Feng Chenyu nodded, today he didn't call the abbot bald donkey is very face-saving, maybe it is for his respect, it seems that this respect is a little late.

"Wait, boy, don't say I'm hurting you, I'll give you a warning, do you want to listen?" Wuwen's eyes were sarcastic, and it seemed that he still remembered the bald donkey's words.

When Feng Chenyu heard this, he subconsciously wanted to refuse, after all, Wuwen almost killed him last time, but it doesn't hurt to listen to it now, it is up to him to decide whether to do it or not.

So, he said, "Speak, I'll listen."

Wuwen coughed and said in a low voice: "I want to tell you now, the abbot has learned two martial arts in his life, one of which is the Dharma Divine Skill, and I don't know what the other is. ”

"Well, okay, I know what to do" After speaking, Feng Chenyu forced himself to calm down and walked inside.

Wuwen saw that he was a hot face and a cold ass, and he couldn't help but snort coldly, and stopped talking.

At this moment, although Feng Chenyu forcibly asked himself to pretend to be calm on the outside, his heart was already overturned.

The abbot actually practiced the two martial arts to the peak? This news is not a good thing for Feng Chenyu.

Within half a year, he knew a lot, among which Zhao Lingwu told him when he chatted with him that when the abbot of the past dynasties learned martial arts when he arrived at Mo Shibi, he generally only learned one martial art, because instead of learning a skin from each martial art, it is better to specialize in one martial art quickly.

Human life is very short, the abbots of the Great Compassion Temple will generally only learn a lifelong martial arts, but if you are talented enough, and hard work and ability, you can choose to learn more, it all depends on the degree of personal talent.

You said Feng Chenyu, although he basically learned all of them within half a year, but to support death is to learn half and half, and there is no one who has practiced to the realm of supernatural perfection.

And the abbot has learned two martial arts, one is Dharma magic skills, and the other Feng Chenyu doesn't know the way, these two martial arts have been practiced to the peak, which is very bad for Feng Chenyu.

Bodhidharma's magic skills are good to say, Feng Chenyu himself will also, but he has become a superhuman state, and the threat is not very big, but the abbot's other martial arts do not know what the Dao is.

With a hint of vigilance, Feng Chenyu walked like the abbot in the center of the ring.

Today's abbot is the same as usual, with a snow-white beard, six dots on the top of his head, wearing a golden robe, looking like a high-ranking monk, holding a large package in his right hand that he doesn't know what the Tao is, and holding the Buddha beads in his left hand.

Feng Chenyu held the knife in his hand, walked to the opposite side of the abbot, first lowered his head, and saluted, if today is the last day of Feng Chenyu's stay in the Great Compassion Temple, for the abbot who has taken care of him for about a year, this etiquette is still necessary.

The abbot half-squinted, looking weak, and said in a somewhat old and hoarse voice, "Chen Yu, are you mentally prepared today?"

This time it was very similar to the last time, and the last time Feng Chenyu said that he could without any scruples, but he was shocked by a punch.

The current Feng Chenyu, after half a year, Feng Chenyu has made a lot of preparations for today, but no matter what, he has to win.

Feng Chenyu lowered his head slightly and said respectfully, "Master, I'm ready, I can start." ”

After speaking, Guan Dao swirled and danced, posing in an attack shape, and the domineering aura faintly shook, and even the sand particles on the ground were blown apart.

If it is an ordinary person, under this domineering and leaking aura, it will definitely be uncomfortable, and it is estimated that it will be very difficult to breathe.

But the old monk in front of him didn't seem to feel anything, and he didn't react at all.

The old monk took off his robe with some difficulty, looking like taking off the list on his shoulder.

Touch!!!

There was a loud bang, like a large rock falling to the ground, and a robe actually shattered the floor.

Feng Chenyu's pupils contracted for a while, and such a scene could actually happen with a robe.

"This robe is called "Thousand Buddha Gold Suit" has the effect of warding off evil and adding luck, this thing is very heavy, it actually weighs two hundred pounds, and I am tired to death every day. After the abbot finished speaking, he moved his neck, and his whole body looked very relaxed.

Feng Chenyu was a little surprised in an instant, a two-hundred-pound robe was carried every day, how strong was the abbot's strength.

But right now, Feng Chenyu will never ask himself to quit, he puts his foot on the ground, and stands on the floor with the Guan knife, even if he loses, he can't lose Emperor Guan's face, today he is wearing the armor and Guan Dao, if he loses, Feng Chenyu swears that he will never have the face to touch this armor and Guan Dao again in the future.