The wound on Yang Feng's waist had begun to ooze blood, but he couldn't care about it anymore, and swung his knife at Cai Song again.

King Bailin of Beiyan, I won't lose!

Cai Song waved his iron fist and swam in the blade.

Yang Feng's offensive is getting more and more fierce, and Cai Song has obviously lost the upper hand.

"Broken !!"

Yang Feng roared angrily, and the three-pointed knife skillfully avoided the iron fist, slashing Cai Song's left shoulder, and the blade stopped on his neck.

Yang Feng instantly retracted the knife, and kicked Cai Song's chest with both feet while retracting the knife. Yang Bong spun in the air and stood firm.

Cai Song flew out a few meters, stood up, and sighed.

"Lose, you are indeed very strong, see you again."

After finishing speaking, Cai Song jumped out of the ring and left with Nangong Liang. The two of them had traveled thousands of miles to lose to the same person, and they were not in the mood to watch it any longer.

"Everyone, I, Yang Feng, have no strength to fight anymore, all heroes, please."

After Yang Feng finished clasping his fists, he covered his wound and got out of the ring.

Yang Bong returned to his seat and sat down cross-legged to breathe. A stream of true qi swirled in his hand, flowing through the veins of his body.

"Are you alright?"

Zhang Yuanshan asked cautiously.

"It doesn't matter."

"This is my Qingfeng Sword Village's secret medicine for treating external injuries, you sprinkle some on the wound."

Fu Xing took out a small white porcelain vase from his arms and handed it over.

Yang Feng glanced at it, took the small porcelain bottle, and nodded.

"Thank you."

When the small porcelain bottle was opened, a strong smell of medicine came. Yang Feng leaned close to his nose and sniffed it, feeling that there was no problem, so he poured some in the palm of his hand and wiped it on the wound. I tore another piece of clothing and bandaged it briefly.

In the ring, a voice broke the silence.

"Great Zhou Beiliang Temple, Kukai."

A middle-aged monk went into the ring, about forty years old, with a goatee of about ten centimeters on his chin and a cloud hat on his head. There is a string of black Buddha beads hanging from his neck, and in the middle there are two translucent blue beads, which seem to be some kind of gemstones. He was wearing a black robe, a black bronze Buddha mask around his waist, and a purple-red gourd.

"Where did the monk come from?"

"Beiliang Temple? Have you heard of it? ”

"No, I haven't heard of it."

"Does the monk also want to congratulate the seniors' internal strength?"

"The monk is also here to join in the fun? Hahahaha. ”

There were different opinions in the audience.

"Bei Lao, have you heard of this Beiliang Temple?"

Senior He turned his head and asked the Northern Heavenly King.

The Northern Heavenly King shook his head as he shook his hand.

“…… I thought about it carefully, there are many temples in the world, and I haven't heard of this Northern Zhou Dynasty, what Beiliang Temple is. ”

Senior He was thoughtful.

"Maybe it's an obscure little temple."

Yang Feng's internal breath had already been adjusted, he looked at this monk, and heard that his "Great Zhou" did not say that it was the Northern Zhou, and he had a good impression of him.

"Brother Yang, do you know this Beiliang Temple?"

Yang Feng was stunned for a moment, Zhang Yuanshan really stopped him when he asked. He was a native of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and he searched in his memory, and there was really no such Beiliang Temple in the temples of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

"Nope."

"Haven't even you heard of it?"

"I really haven't heard of it, maybe it's a small temple that is not well known."

Zhang Yuanshan nodded.

Kukai looked at the audience and laughed loudly: "Hahahahaha, you heroes have never heard of my obscure Beiliang Temple, so hurry up and come to the stage, learn from the poor monks, don't be a turtle with a shrunken head." ”