Jiuhua Temple, although it has been established for hundreds of years, has always been very low-key under the deliberate arrangement of the Hongtao throne, except for some little monks who go out to make a fortune, few disciples walk in the martial arts.

Moreover, the disciples who walk the rivers and lakes are very responsible, do not provoke right and wrong, forbearance after everything, and retreat everywhere, which makes people feel that Jiuhua Temple is a monk who can only chant scriptures, and Shaolin Temple cannot be compared at all.

Therefore, the monk Konggong fought with Yang Xiaoyun and was not favored by anyone.

In the confrontation just now, everyone felt that the monk was already fierce and unlucky, and he would even be directly shocked to pieces by Yang Xiaoyun.

The smoke and dust gradually cleared, revealing two figures inside. They were still standing, no more than a foot apart.

From a distance, as if nothing had happened, the two of them stood quietly, their eyes facing each other, their weapons in their hands.

"Is that little monk all right......? How is this possible?"

"Yes, Yang Xiaoyun is a powerhouse who has been famous for a long time, the first person in the martial arts of Middle Earth, is it okay for this little monk to take him a move?"

"I see, it's the little monk who is holding on, and it will be in its original form after a while. ”

The people around were talking in a whisper, thinking that it was a great miracle that Monk Konggong could make a move in Yang Xiaoyun's hands.

Even the other nine people on the Taishi chair felt incredible, and their eyes widened as they looked at the two combatants.

They all wanted to see how the aura of the two men differed and judge the battle situation.

But whether it is Monk Konggong or Yang Xiaoyun, there is nothing wrong with it, it is no different from before the war, and it is difficult to judge the battle situation.

However, there is one person who can guess the result without looking at it, and he is Liu Feng.

Liu Feng had a smile on his face, and his eyes were unwavering. He knew the strength of the monk and had absolute confidence in his brother.

At this moment, the dust has all settled, and everything can be seen clearly.

Monk Gong Gong also made a move at this time, he slammed the iron rod in his hand to the ground, shook his head and said: "Tired! Tired of your Buddha!"

As he spoke, Monk Konggong took a few more deep breaths before continuing to speak: "If you fight, you fight, what kind of pose do you pose? It's not a beauty selection competition." ”

As he spoke, the monk pointed at Yang Xiaoyun and waved his hand, "Devil, how long do you have to carry it?"

"Bald donkey! you ...... Poof!"

Yang Xiaoyun wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he could no longer suppress his strength, opened his mouth and spurted blood, and the red mist flew away.

"That's right. Monk Konggong smiled evilly and grinned: "Buddha, I said that I want to surpass you, then I have to surpass you, you can't be untrustworthy, right?"

"So, let you spit out some waste blood first, so that the fresh blood can be replenished in time. Take it, it's more or less fate. ”

After finishing speaking, the monk stretched out his hand towards Yang Xiaoyun, making everyone's faces full of doubts.

Yang Xiaoyun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the monk Gong Gong in confusion: "What to take?"

Monk Gong Gong said unhappily: "Of course it's taking silver, can't you ask for a daughter-in-law? Monk Huayuan has never heard of it?"

Hearing this, let alone anyone else, even Liu Feng couldn't help laughing.

This Gong Gong is really dedicated, he never forgets his fate, and he really deserves to be the reincarnation of Arhat.

Yang Xiaoyun was trembling with anger, glaring at the monk Konggong angrily, wanting to eat the bald donkey alive.

It's a pity that Yang Xiaoyun didn't dare to move. In that move just now, he felt the horror of the monk Kong, which was not something he could resist.

He has been cultivating hard for hundreds of years, and he has had countless opportunities, and he has achieved the late stage realm of today's peerless master, and has become the first person in the martial arts of Middle-earth.

But I never dreamed that in the first battle of the martial arts conference, I would encounter such a terrible opponent, a young monk in his twenties.

This made him unacceptable, and felt that it was impossible. Middle Earth Martial Arts, when did such a descendant appear against the sky?

It's not just Yang Xiaoyun who didn't expect it, except for Liu Feng, everyone else couldn't understand it. Even the three peerless masters, including Yu Aoi, were all frowning and incomprehensible.

They clearly spied on it and could see that Monk Konggong's cultivation was only in the late stage of a peerless master, at the same level as Yang Xiaoyun.

It stands to reason that Yang Xiaoyun has broken through a long time and can easily win.

But why, the opposite? I can't figure it out.

How did they know that the monk Konggong was taught by Liu Feng, and after several months of hard work, he entered the space of the next world, and the operation of Zhou Tian had reached ninety turns.

In this way, in the same rank, the monk Konggong is completely invincible. Even if you encounter a peerless master, you can also give it a fight.

After a while, seeing that Yang Xiaoyun did not react, the monk was a little impatient, and urged: "Old devil, don't hurry up and hand over the silver, let alone when?

"You ......" Yang Xiaoyun gritted his teeth, his blood churning, and he was full of murderous intent.

The monk grinned and said, "What, I am reluctant? Are you still afraid that you will have no money to spend when you go to the Hades Palace?" Don't worry, the Buddha will give you the ...... to burn paper money."

"Bald donkey!" Yang Xiaoyun roared: "The old man has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, and no one has ever dared to be so bold. Today, the old man will send you to hell!"

"It's as if it's true. Monk Gong Gong said disdainfully: "Since you don't want to, then the Buddha can grab it himself." The devil is eating a stick from the Buddha!"

After saying that, the monk Gong Gong stopped talking, raised the fine steel stick, and Yang Xiaoyun pounced.

Buzz Buzz......

The iron rod broke through the air, stirred the wind and clouds, and the shadows of the sticks were staggered, and it was impossible to distinguish between the virtual and the real.

"Carving insect skills, break it for me!" Yang Xiaoyun let out a low sigh and raised his knife to return.

Although he knew that he was invincible to the monk Kong, it was even more impossible for him to let the monk talk nonsense.

Therefore, even if you die in battle, you must save face and die with this hateful bald donkey!

In the blink of an eye, the two collided again, kicking up billowing smoke and dust again.

But it was different from last time, before the smoke and dust settled, two figures flew out of the smoke and dust one after the other.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Yang Xiaoyun's body fell heavily on the stone slab ten zhang away, and he could no longer stand.

Looking at it, Yang Xiaoyun was completely lifeless and became a dead man. And his eyes were so wide open, full of fear, and he couldn't blink his eyes.

Look at the monk Konggong again, he is wearing a robe, holding a fine steel rod, standing in the wind, smiling a little looking for a fight?

Suddenly, the monk waved the iron rod, swept his eyes in all directions, and said loudly: "This person colluded with foreign powerhouses, mutilated countless living beings, and died innocently!

As he spoke, the monk Gong Gong opened his breath and said loudly: "Who else is not convinced?

These are just a few simple words, but to the ears of others, it is extremely shocking.

If you don't accept the battle, what kind of courage is this? Or how many people can do it when they open their mouths in public at the martial arts conference? How many people dare to do it?