"Good.

The yellow-clothed monk Fa Ke nodded and smiled, his face was **, his eyes were soft, and he couldn't see the angry eyes of the Buddha King Kong at all, but he still gave people a feeling of the treasure of the Ming King, he looked at the windows of No. 6 and No. 20, Shi Shiran spoke: "I don't know the two donors, which one tries first?"

"I'll do it!"

After a moment of silence, finally, in room 20, Cangle Sheng's clear and distant voice sounded.

He also knows that it is easier to fail in the first battle, and it is easier to provoke everyone's laughter, whether it is victory or defeat, the next fighter has a chance to observe, so he is naturally not happy to be the first.

It's just that he knows very clearly that if he wants a cold and indifferent person like Bai Qianjian to automatically ask for the lead, it is almost impossible, rather than everyone staying here in embarrassment, it is better to take the initiative to open his mouth and accept this errand.

After all, this incident, in the final analysis, was indeed provoked by his cousin Wu Qingyuan, and Bai Qianjian was just accidentally shot.

Now Wu Qingyuan can't afford to be seriously injured, if he doesn't come forward, the prestige of the three clans in southern Xinjiang will fall into unbearable contempt, which will make people despise and spurn, which will represent the reputation of Cangle Sheng in southern Xinjiang, which is naturally unbearable.

And, most importantly, he believed in his own strength and didn't need to be afraid of Fake at all.

On the contrary, he wants to use this palm to establish his authority, let Fanyin Temple, and let the world's heroes know that although the southern Xinjiang is small, he is happy and sage, but he is not an ordinary person, although this battle came unexpectedly, but from another point of view, it may not be impossible to use this battle to make a name for himself.

Therefore, he was not afraid to challenge first and then challenge, and spoke proudly.

"Then please ask Master Cang Shi to come out and enter the hospital, otherwise your fists and feet will be eyeless and you will hurt the doors and windows, which will be the sin of the little monk!"

Fa Ke folded his hands, lowered his eyebrows, his breath was dim and unknown, and he seemed to be caught in another space, and there was a faint smell of light on his body, which actually gave people a sense of purity and compassion, and said indifferently.

"It's okay, I can end this matter with one palm, and Lesheng happily obeys!"

With the sound of words, there was a "squeak", and finally, the door of room 20 opened from the inside, Cang Lesheng was dressed in a blue shirt, his clothes were fluttering, his eyes were bright, and he walked out of it with a faint spirit, and came to stand twenty zhang opposite Fa Ke.

"Lord Cangshi, be careful, the palm of the little monk is called the Buddha's confession palm. ”

When the words fell, he punched out lightly, as if he didn't use any force or preparation, his whole body was up and down, his breath was like a palm, just like an ordinary mortal practicing some crop handles, and he slapped it out casually.

However, after seeing this palm, Cangle Sheng, who had always looked relaxed and even full of confidence, suddenly changed his face, his expression suddenly became solemn, and his clothes suddenly bulged, and his inside was like a rising sail.

The next moment, he said "hey ......", sat on the horse with a heavy waist, clenched his fists, and flashed purple gas on his face, and then smashed his right fist up and blasted out with a punch.

"Boom!"

Above the sky, dark clouds were surging, and in the small Heart Sutra Courtyard, all of a sudden, there seemed to be a trace of rolling thunder.

A strong purple electric current converged in the center of Cangle Sheng's palm, and then blasted towards the Fake monk opposite.

The Cangjia family in southern Xinjiang, the thousand-year-old secret legend, the purple thunder palm power!

"Boom!"

There was a dull roar, the earth and stones were splashing, the sand and dust were flying, and the people who were preparing to watch the excitement in the courtyard suddenly flashed a hint of alarm in their hearts, and then their faces suddenly changed drastically, and they retreated one after another.

"Bang!"

A quarter of an hour later, when the dust was scattered, and the crowd could not wait to know the result and look closely......

But seeing the yellow dust flying in the sky, Fa Ke was still standing there with a calm face, and between him and Cangle Sheng, there was a huge hole.

But the difference was that Cang Lesheng obviously took a few steps back, standing at the edge of the pit, his feet were messy, the gravel was paved with rubble, the hem of his clothes was also stained with a few wisps of yellow mud, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, this palm is not so pleasant.

And Fa Ke was still as calm as ever, with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes lowered, standing there, his hand had been withdrawn, and it seemed that he had never moved, nor had he made any palm power.

He folded his hands, looked at Cangle Sheng opposite, and whispered, "Amitabha!"

If you only look at Cangle Sheng, everyone can't tell the winner or loser, but then you can look at it, and the winner will be decided.

For at this moment, the place where he was standing was flat and stretched outward, all of which were intact and untouched, and it seemed that another force had been protecting them from the rush of his palm.

Therefore, the two people who were originally equal confrontations, one became standing below because of the subsidence of the ground, and the other kept the original terrain unchanged and was naturally condescending!

Comparing the traces under his feet, it is not difficult to see that with this palm, Cangle Sheng suffered a little dark loss, while Fa Ke, one of the four law monks, was unharmed.

"Poof!"

Cang Lesheng's originally elegant and confident look was quite proud, thinking that although he was hit by a palm, he quickly turned the palm power away, and turned the palm power into blood and vomited out, and the other party was hit by a palm he did with all his might, and he would definitely be seriously injured.

However, when he looked up again, he suddenly turned white as if he had been struck by lightning.

"How is that possible?"

However, standing below, looking up at the yellow-clothed monk Fa Ke in front of him, finally, Cang Lesheng took a deep breath, lowered the surging qi and blood pressure, and said extremely lonely: "Cang has lost, let it be disposed of." ”

In my heart, there is endless humiliation and hatred.

And in the same place, Fa Keyun was light and light, and he didn't seem to see a single thing, but shook his head lightly: "The purple thunder palm power handed down by the master of Cangshi's family is not trivial, the palm of the little monk is just a geographical advantage, and it is just a person. ”

In the end, he nodded and said: "The Cang family in southern Xinjiang, it really deserves to be a thousand-year-old family, the little monk said before, as long as the cangshi can take the palm of the little monk, the matter will be stopped, since the donor has received this palm, the little monk will announce on behalf of the Fanyin Temple, this matter will not be investigated, the donor will go back......"

"Huh?"

Cang Lesheng didn't expect that the other party had obviously won, and suddenly let himself go lightly with a word.

He raised his eyes, glanced at the other party in a complicated way, and suddenly understood that the other party had never thought about what to do to himself and others from the beginning, and the reason why he forced himself and others and proposed a palm covenant was to use himself to establish the prestige of Fanyin Temple, use himself as a flaunt, and set rules, so that others would not dare to easily cross in the future.

With one palm, he easily defeated himself, and he has shown the ability of Fanyin Temple.

In another word, it is easy to erase this matter, but it shows the tolerance of Fanyin Temple, but it will only make people more awe-inspiring.

Unexpectedly, I beat the finches every year, but in the end, I was beaten by the finches and used by the other party.

He has always boasted of his wisdom, and he planned to use the other party to achieve his prestige, but he didn't expect that he actually despised one of the four law monks of Fanyin Temple, Cang Lesheng suddenly wanted to laugh madly, but reason finally made him suppress, he looked at the other party deeply, and seemed to keep the other party in mind.

Then he hugged his fists and said: "Thank you for the tolerant volume of the Fake monks, the two clans of Cangle Sheng and Southern Xinjiang will not forget today's grace." ”

After that, he didn't have the face to stay where he was, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, held on, and walked back to room 20, and then with a "bang", the door was closed, and there was no sound.

Everyone was silent, and they didn't know what to say for a while.

The atmosphere in the arena was almost silent.

I thought that the four law monks of Fanyin Temple must be amazing, but I didn't expect that it would be so amazing.

I didn't think that Cangle Sheng would definitely win, but I didn't expect that he would lose so completely and so obviously.

The difference of one palm made everyone's hearts feel like a gap, making them at a loss, and suddenly their confidence in themselves was shaken.

Even Cangle Sheng, the first person in southern Xinjiang, couldn't take a slap from the other party, and these people, who used to boast that they were top geniuses in their respective domains, were in front of a precept monk of a major sect in the world such as Fanyin Temple, what was it?

Could it be that this is the gap between himself and the top sect disciples?

Suddenly, many people were discouraged, and many more people were surprised that Cangle Sheng could actually take the palm of Fake.

Now I can see that the other party is extraordinary, but Cangle Sheng, although he was defeated, still took a powerful blow from Fa Ke, showing a cultivation that far surpassed all the others, which also made people look sideways and shocked.

But defeat is defeat, today's battle, Fanyin Temple is prestigious, and the disciples no longer dare to be arrogant, feel that the world's Buddhism, is nothing more than that.