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Outside the north gate of Shengjing is a vast plain, there is a wide and inlaid stone official road on the plain, although it has been covered by snow at this time, but some traces can still be seen from a distance, winding and long seems to reach the end of the world.

The clouds and mist at that end are heavy, and a few peaks and mountains can be faintly seen, which is not a beautiful view, but it will also give birth to a sense of open-mindedness.

Few people in Shengjing know the names of those mountains in the north, and naturally no one will know how far those mountains are from Shengjing, but they must not be too close.

The barefoot monk stood in the deep pit of the earth that was spewing flames and raised his palm, and a huge palm print appeared on the mountain in the distance.

As the enemy of the barefoot monk, Menghan Baku was smoking, and the leather armor he was wearing was already red, but there was a hidden flow of magma in the cracks.

However, Menghan Baku, who looked hot, broke out in a cold sweat at this time, and he knew that if he hadn't flashed out in time, the consequences of this palm slapping on him.

So he said incredulously: "Almost a celestial?"

The barefoot monk whispered the number: "Six." ”

Meng Han Baku smiled bitterly, and the old man in charge not far behind him showed an incredible expression.

Although Menghan Baku's blow looked unparalleled, it was because it could be seen clearly here, but if you look closely at the mountain with palm prints in the distance, the picture must be even more shocking.

Therefore, Menghan Baku asked the question just now, because he asked himself if he could do it, and what he could do should have passed his current level.

The reason why the old man felt incredible was because he had always thought that he was the closest person to the realm of heaven and man, and he had touched the mystery twice, but he was the same as a barefoot monk, he had not reached the top, but the barefoot monk had been there six times!

The barefoot monk obviously wouldn't lie, and this palm also proved his strength, which couldn't help but make Menghan Baku and the old man feel a little heavy.

At this time. On the north city wall, Tang Yinlong took a deep breath, it seemed that he had only fought twice just now, and he was already nervous and couldn't breathe, and he didn't have room to breathe until the two sides stood still.

Wen Qinglan squeezed his big hand with both hands, as if he wanted to transmit some warm power to him, but he had never seen the world's top cultivators duel, and he couldn't help but turn pale and his hands and feet were cold when he looked at the miraculous scene in front of him.

There are still many people who have not seen such a duel, and most of the elites of the Tang Dynasty standing on the city wall except for the Four Kings have never seen such a scene.

Zhang Xiaodao has seen it, because he is on Dading Mountain, she has seen Li Zizhi's Nine Heavens Sword.

It's that sword, too. Let him ignorantly step into the threshold of mind cultivation, when facing the three Great Wilderness swordsmen in Dadingshan, he did it with a blade, but the state that was almost self-hypnotic was really not elegant.

Today, however, the words of the barefoot monk touched him, and when he opened his eyes, he seemed to understand a word called 'concentration'

Immovable decision without sea. It takes a lot of focus!

After his eyes faintly shone brightly, Zhang Xiaodao looked at the plain, and his heart was full of gratitude.

At this moment, the barefoot monk stepped on the crack in the earth that cracked and burst into flames. Step by step, go up.

The cold wind swept into the pit, making his blood-red robe hunting, and Wuhai whispered: "Fire burns everything, as long as it is given a chance to spread." It will set the world on fire, Monhanbaku, are you here to study?"

Monhanbaku looked ashamed. He did have a trace of consideration in his heart because of the strength of the barefoot monk.

But he knew that if it was thirty years ago, he would never consider half a point, but in the past thirty years, he has endured too much, retreated too much, and lost too much sharpness!

He has some habits of thinking about how to avoid it, instead of speaking with his heart. This doomed him to not be able to touch the Dao Heaven and Human Realm, not even once!

Meng Han Baku clasped his hands together, suddenly bowed, and said, "Master, I have been taught." ”

The barefoot monk ignored the respect from the temple master, but turned around, faced the north city wall, raised his eyebrows angrily and shouted, "Where is the boy of the Tang Dynasty!"

The thunderous sound swept through Shengjing City in an instant!

The man at the north gate immediately puffed up his chest.

Brother Gongzi, who regretted not being able to witness this battle inside the city wall, suddenly got goosebumps.

The old man, who was sweeping the snow and looked at the north worriedly from time to time, threw away the broom in his hand and took a deep breath.

The tavern was waiting nervously, and the middle-aged men who had no intention of making a living stood up one after another, walked out of the tavern, and looked north.

The roar of the barefoot monk echoed in Shengjing like a horn, and after a short period of chaos, the men of the entire Shengjing City looked to the north, and then made their hands into a trumpet shape, hoarse, exhausted, and shouted: "In!"

'In. It's just a word, but the voice comes from thousands of hot-blooded men.

When the sound waves gathered in one place and condensed in mid-air, they gushed out from Shengjing City, and the entire Shengjing City was completely ignited at this moment.

Zhang Xiaodao instantly felt that the arrow tower seemed to be destroyed, and his whole blood boiled and he roared with the brothers around him: "Here!"

The cold wind in the plains where the sound passed suddenly stopped, the snow fell to the ground, and the fire in the cracks in the deep pit was suddenly extinguished!

The barefoot monk laughed wildly when he heard this "here!" and roared, "Good boy!"

Tang Yinlong, who was on the city wall, stood up and remembered his clumsy works as a child!

Although he thinks this is a clumsy work, because after his accession to the throne, "Good Boy" has already spread to every corner of the Tang Dynasty, and as Tang Yinlong's only poem, it will be passed down through the ages!

There is no one in Shengjing City who does not know this simple poem, and immediately shouted: "When the sword is sung!"

When the last word reached the ears of the barefoot monk, he stepped in front of Menghan Baku, raised his bald head, and smashed it down!

This time, Menghan Baku did not retreat, he suddenly pulled his palms, and pulled out a flame belt, and the bald head attacked but fearlessly this flame supernatural power, and directly pressed over, approaching his chest.

Meng Han Baku still didn't retreat, turned his fist into a fist, and slammed it on the bald head.

With a loud "bang", accompanied by the constant explosion of vitality, the plain was swept away, and countless broken snow flew up, turning into a starry white galaxy!

Monhanbaku flew back. Stand still.

The barefoot monk touched his bald head, his eyebrows stood up like an angry Buddha, and he roared angrily: "Good boy!"

The voice came into Shengjing City again.

The whole city immediately shouted: "Be a heroic dry cloud!"

The barefoot monk was further, the red robe suddenly turned into a weak blood and water into his body, his whole body was full of golden light, and a huge phantom figure came out of his body, filling the heavens and the earth.

This phantom is very real on the city wall, standing up to the sky and the earth, it is the eight-handed Buddha, looking at the world angrily!

Great Asura!

Someone who saw this scene. Suddenly I smelled a smell of bloody rain.

The barefoot monk stretched out one palm, thousands of phantoms, and the great Shura behind him glanced at Menghan Baku angrily, only to see Menghan Baku as if he had been hit by a shield!

A thousand hands followed, Menghan Baku stretched out his arms, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into the sinful Shura Dao, and countless torture feelings appeared in his heart.

Shura is the Buddha who kills the gods!

He was first hit by a mental attack, then tortured countless times, and by the time he was conscious, he had suffered internal injuries. There was a blood clot like magma flowing out of the corner of his mouth, but he still didn't fall!

At this time, the barefoot monk who had already turned into a great assura drank again: "Good boy!"

Sheng Jingcheng trembled again: "Be fearless!"

The barefoot monk grabbed it with one hand. Menghan Baku's whole body suddenly burst into flames!

The old man in charge of the sect looked shocked, this grasp was sucking, and it was not Menghan Baku's life that was sucked, but the flame magic power in his body.

Menghan Baku's eyes lit up at this time. The warlike nature of the Great Wilderness finally poured into his body under the successive blows of the barefoot monk.

He felt that he had come back thirty years ago, just like the sentence that Sheng Jing had just recited: "Good man, be fearless!"

In the next moment, the flames around him turned into fiery serpents. Like a python, out of the body!

A cloud of white smoke rose from the air where he passed, and it was a vapor of the world.

The cheeks of the people on the city wall were reflected red, there were nine pythons, and the nine pythons were entangled together, turning into a pillar of fire, and when they came to the barefoot monk, they had transformed into dragons.

The huge body of the fire dragon was huge, rampaging between heaven and earth, and it only swayed to entangle the barefoot monk.

The barefoot monk roared wildly, and with an extremely rough punch he hit the dragon, but when he drew it, his fist was already charred.

The fire dragon seemed to have a spirit, and suddenly let out a wail.

The barefoot monk was as fierce as a man, and the Great Shura behind him opened his mouth and shouted angrily: "Zha!"

The fire dragon shattered, the scales flew up between the heavens and the earth, clenching the smoking fist, and the barefoot monk shouted: "Good man!"

Sheng Jing once again heard a huge voice: "Be worthy of heaven and earth!"

The barefoot monk entered again, and his eyes were already red!

The number one murderer in the world only showed his fierce nature at this time!

And the Lord of the Great Wilderness Palace, Meng Han Baku, finally performed his secret technique, and the sound of leather armor shattering suddenly came out, and his body turned into steel, rocks, mountains, and flames suddenly rose up.

When people looked at the land, they saw the real demon god on the plain.

His feet were like rocks, his arms were shiny like steel, his body was shielded from the sun like a mountain, and his cheeks were full of flames, like a god of flames!

However, the barefoot monk has nothing to fear!

He jumped up suddenly, his body suddenly appeared in the clear sky, and he stepped out barefoot, and his legs were stretched unlimitedly.

That white lotus-like right foot covers the sky and the sun, but it is extremely real, not a phantom!

People can look up at the mud on the foot, charred black, and you can see the skin lines on the foot, but this foot is getting bigger and bigger!

The huge white lotus foot that kept pressing down brought a gust of wind blowing downward, and the snow rolled up across the plain, and the soil swelled!

A gust of wind ushered in a gust of wind on the wall of Shengjing City, and the already mottled city wall was blown into ruins!

Zhang Xiaodao's face was shocked, and he looked at the god-like feet that stomped on the ground fiercely, where was the Great Wilderness Hall Master who was like a demon god just now?

The earth roared, the wind and clouds changed color, and when this huge white lotus foot finally retracted into the air, people could clearly see that a huge pit with a radius of hundreds of miles appeared on the plain, or footprints!

The barefoot monk frowned, came to the side of Meng Han Tuoba who was in tatters, and shouted again: "Good man!"

Sheng Jing's man shouted: "When you kill the enemy!"

Meng Han Baku squirted out a mouthful of blood, looking at the angry eyebrows of the barefoot monk, he actually remembered that when he was in Lingyin County, the child who pretended to be his spit replaced the blood water, and he sprayed it with great fun.

So he squirted out, and this time he was really him, and he was really squirting blood.

At this time, the walls of Shengjing City, which he had never set foot on in his life, were boiling, and the entire city began to drink.

"Good man, sing with a sword!"

"Good man, be fearless!"

"Good man, you should be worthy of heaven and earth!"

"Good man, before killing the enemy!"

Meng Han Baku lay flat on the ground, spurting blood and shouting: "What a killing battle!"

The city of Shengjing taught him a lesson, and the title of the course was "What is a good man?" (to be continued......