Kyoto Castle!

On the street in the center of the city, a ring was built, and a monk was sitting cross-legged in the ring.

The muscles on his body were knotted, the expression on his face was indifferent, and the aura emanating from his body was exactly the early stage of the Sixth Rank Yuan Infant.

The pedestrians around pointed and pointed one by one, and the expressions on their faces were not very good-looking, and they looked like they dared to be angry and dare not speak.

"It's so arrogant! It's really arrogant! Isn't there anyone who can teach this monk a lesson?"

"Lessons? Are you here to be funny? This is a Buddhist warrior monk, the same existence as the martial arts system, and I would like to ask the whole of Kyoto, how many martial artists are there in the six grades?"

"Six-rank martial arts, let alone martial arts, even if it is a monk realm, how many people are there in the entire Kyoto City?"

The monks around them pointed one by one, and they gritted their teeth and pointed at the monks in the ring.

For a whole day, after the Buddhist Sect set up a ring here, the geniuses of the entire Kyoto City were abused, even those genius disciples of the Ruoshuang Sect were no exception.

Maybe maybe only the ten sons of Kyoto Castle can compete with it?

No one knows, but they just know that this warrior monk of Buddhism is terrifying, so terrifying that it makes people desperate.

Just when everyone was feeling desperate, a burly man in the crowd rushed directly into the ring, and he exuded a violent aura that made people's hearts frighten.

It's a pity that his cultivation is only in the Jindan realm, looking at the warrior monk sitting in the middle of the ring, he roared angrily: "Lao Tzu will meet you bald donkey!"

As if he didn't hear his words, the monk sat in the ring, without raising his eyes, and just sat quietly.

Seeing that he was being despised by himself, the qi on the middle-aged man's body exploded, and the qi of the seven-rank peak martial artist made the air around him flutter, and then he raised his hand and smashed it directly at the monk's head.

"Click!"

The sound of bones shattering reached everyone's ears, followed by a heart-rending scream, and many people's eyes widened and stared at the middle-aged man with his fists deformed.

On the teahouse on the other side, two young people sat facing each other, with smiles on their faces, staring at the men in the ring who were constantly wailing as if watching a play, and one of them looked gloomy and gave a group of cunning young people sneered:

"I really don't know whether to live or die, the six-rank warrior monk of Buddhism, he dares to challenge a seven-rank martial artist......

The young man opposite him glanced at him faintly, and said with a cold and arrogant expression, "This warrior monk didn't use all his strength, as if he was waiting for someone......

"Buddhism's Vajra Gong, I still really want to see it." The expression on the face of the sinister young man gradually changed to anticipation.

"There are so many of us...... Maybe only that martial idiot can make this monk use Vajra Gong."

The two of them were expecting the person in their mouths to appear, and their eyes kept falling on the warrior monk meditating in the center of the ring.

It wasn't until after the sun went down that the warrior monk standing in the ring let out a long sigh and glanced at the crowd of onlookers under the ring with contempt.

"It seems that Kyoto City is also a withering talent, and they are all mediocre!" After saying this defiant remark, he raised his head, looked straight at the teahouse, and sneered, "Garbage......

After saying this, he turned around and prepared to leave the ring, completely ignoring everyone present, this scene made the teeth of the people in Kyoto City itch.

"I'll meet you......

Suddenly, a voice echoed in everyone's ears, and everyone followed the voice, and saw a burly young man in a strong suit walking with resolute steps.

"Xiang Tian! It's a day!"

"Xiang Tian, one of the top ten sons! He's a real six-rank martial artist!"

"Great! Someone will be able to crush this monk!"

Everyone is looking forward to Xiang Tian being able to show his strength and suppress this monk of Buddhism, which can be regarded as an opportunity to make a name for himself.

The footsteps were slow, but every step of the bluestone ground could leave a footprint, and Xiang Tian's eyes were full of fighting intent, obviously eager for this battle.

After sensing the momentum and cultivation on Xiang Tian's body, the warrior monk of the Buddhist Sect also showed an interesting expression and sneered, "Come on......

He is a Buddhist monk, and the monk is the existence of the guardian of the house, and he does not need to cultivate the precepts at all, but is in the Buddhist gate...... The status of warrior monks is generally relatively low.

The aura on his body suddenly exploded, and the qi exploded the moment Xiang Tian stepped into the ring, Xiang Tian was not to be outdone, and the qi on his body swelled, directly setting off a heat wave and spreading around. Five

The two forces were evenly matched, and then Xiang Tian took the lead, he raised his right hand and slapped it at the warrior monk's chest.

Seeing that the powerful and heavy palm came directly to his chest, the warrior monk did not dodge, and a straight fist hit Xiang Tian's chest back.

As the battle began, the speed between the two drove faster and faster, almost to the point where it was difficult to see with the naked eye.

This kind of fist-to-flesh fight is simple and rude, and the two of them only attack but not defend, which makes people frightened.