The sudden entry of the Huangmei real person shocked Wen Xiaofeng and me. Hurriedly wanted to say something to stop it, but the real person with yellow eyebrows was already standing proudly, and he stared coldly at the short and fat monk returning to the earth.

The reason why Huang Mei Zhenren rushed to the field without my consent should be related to my previous conversation with him, although my previous words were out of good intentions, but in his ears more or less will feel that I look down on him, plus he is eager to repay the favor, so he will take the initiative to play in the battle.

Although Wen Xiaofeng and I both frowned, it was inconvenient to say anything to make him end, if that would make Huang Mei really embarrassed, the wood was already in the boat, so I had to let it go.

"Immeasurable Tianzun, the poor road leads to the heavenly throne under the Huangling Mountain Huangmei Tiger in Minxi, and everyone is famous. Huang Mei Zhenren was tall, looking down at his opponent and reporting his name and origin. Different from other beast body cultivators, Huang Mei Zhenren did not hide his beast identity, the reason why he did this is for two reasons, one is that this person has a straightforward personality and does not like to hide it, and the other is that he is a tiger and has a noble status, which is different from the snake, insect, rat and ant.

"Amitabha, the poor monk Dunhuang Brahma Temple returned to the earth. Guitu raised his head and reported his name, although he was short in stature, his voice was unusually loud, giving people the impression that he was not talking but shouting.

"Tear off your neck, you're also a dirt grandson. King Kong Cannon laughed and sarcastically said again, and then found that Murong Chaifeng was not good, and hurriedly gagged his mouth with roast chicken. Murong Chasing Feng was a dwarf in his previous life, and King Kong Cannon shouted one by one, although he scolded the opponent, but Murong Chasing Feng definitely felt awkward when he heard it.

"The poor monk's bronze rod of Dharma protector is left by the eight heavenly dragons Garuda, and the Buddha is very domineering, please give me advice!"

"The golden hook of the gauntlet used by the poor road is the tempering of the tiger claws of my body, which can open the mountain and crack the ground, you be careful. "Huang Mei real person squatted slightly with his legs, please move.

Seeing this, Guitu did not hesitate, roared angrily and swung his stick forward, and the yellow-eyed real person flashed sideways, swinging the hook and picking it upside down. One is tall and one is short, one is long and one is short, and the offensive and defensive battles are in one place.

I nodded secretly after the performance of the two of them on the field, in addition to reporting their own homes, they also reported the origin of their respective weapons before attacking, which is very straightforward, and according to their respective offensive moves, this battle between them will be much brighter than the previous ones.

"Wife, what is the Eight Heavenly Dragon Minions doing?" Vajra Cannon's previous words made Murong Chaifeng very unhappy, so he pretended to be ignorant and pretended to ask for advice at this time. In fact, although he was stupid in this life, he had read some books in his previous life, so he naturally knew the allusions of the Eight Heavenly Dragons.

"Knowingly asked. Murong Chasing Feng glanced at the King Kong Cannon angrily. In fact, the eight heavenly dragons are just like the little minions that the King Kong cannon deliberately distorted. They are not as powerful as the world thinks, the so-called eight are the eight non-human races, specifically the one day, the two dragons, the three yakshas, the four gandavas, the five asuras, the six garudas, the seven kinaras, the eight maharajas, and the heavenly dragons are just a general name. According to Buddhist scriptures, these races like to listen to the scriptures when the Buddha preaches the scriptures, and their Dharma cultivation is not profound, and they usually play the role of guards, guards, and mounts. The true form of Garuda is a great golden-winged bird, the mount of the great god Vishnu of India.

"This battle may be unprecedented. Wen Xiaofeng looked at the two people fighting in the arena and said softly.

"It's weird, indeed. I nodded in agreement. In fact, since ancient times, there have been countless fighting competitions, tragic and tragic abounds, Wen Xiaofeng said that this battle is unprecedented because this competition is extremely weird, a monk together, a tall and a short, a man and a beast, the dwarf should have used a short weapon to take the road of victory with a flexible body, but he used a seven-foot copper rod to open and close. The tall man should have used a long weapon to suppress the opponent with the advantage of height and arm length, but instead used a pair of four-clawed golden hooks that were only one foot long. The short ones use the long and strong, and the tall ones use the short to seek danger, and this tactic should not be the opposite of the general trend, which makes the fight in the field extremely thrilling.

"It's weird, indeed. "King Kong Cannon touched a nose of dust from Murong Chasing the Wind, and instead joined me in the conversation with Wen Xiaofeng.

"Fourth Senior Brother Gao Jian. Wen Xiaofeng turned his gaze at the King Kong Cannon. Since he woke up, he has been treating Vajra Cannon strictly according to etiquette, and has never teased and mocked him like I did.

"What do you see?" I squinted, curious about his parroted 'weird indeed'.

"The stick in the hand of that Tuxing and that Guitu went straight to sparks when it collided with the handguard hook of Huangmei Zhenren, which shows that the stick is not pure copper. "King Kong Cannon is complacent.

"Fourth Senior Brother Gao Jian. I learned Wen Xiaofeng's tone and gave a thumbs up to the Vajra Cannon. I thought he saw something, and for a long time he focused on the material of the stick.

"Uncle Teacher, Uncle Teacher, Uncle Teacher, please use tea. At this moment, Ram Qingshuang led the disciples of Ziyangguan to bring tea from outside the temple.

I took the tea and nodded at her, and then King Kong Cannon, Murong Chasing the Wind, and Wen Xiaofeng took the teacup in turn. King Kong Cannon was anxious to watch the battle, and put down the teacup after drinking the tea in one gulp, while Murong Chaifeng had no intention of drinking water at all although he held the teacup in his hand.

"Poof~" At this moment, there was a sound of tea splashing from my side, it should be Wen Xiaofeng choking on the tea.

"Starling, are you alright?" I turned my head to look at Wen Xiaofeng with concern. The most important thing for us monks is the regulation of the breath and the use of the breath, and this kind of choking on drinking water has never happened, unless there is an abnormality in the breath in the body.

"It's okay, you see. Wen Xiaofeng smiled and put down the teacup and stretched out his finger to the front.

I looked up and looked west in the direction of his finger, and couldn't help but secretly sigh, Jianzhen was protecting his chest with both hands at the moment, and Jianzhen opened his posture and blocked in front of him. It seems that our previous sneak attack really scared them, and when they saw the ram Qingshuang appear, they subconsciously thought that we were going to burn the yellow paper again. The expressions of the two of them were like great enemies that was what made Wen Xiaofeng laugh.

"Two uncles?" Seeing that Wen Xiaofeng and I were laughing for no reason, Ram Qingshuang couldn't help but ask.

"It's okay, don't bring any more tea. "I deliberately raised my voice so that Jianzhen Jianxing could hear my words and take the opportunity to humiliate them.

"If you don't drink it on such a hot day, I and Chasing the Wind still have to drink it, don't listen to him, you should send it. "King Kong Cannon didn't understand my intentions and spoke out against it.

"Send it. I smiled and waved away the ram Qingshuang and turned my gaze back to the field.

The two of them have been fighting for half an hour now, the bronze stick of the protector of the land is dancing wildly, and the yellow eyebrows and four claws of the golden hook are opening the bow left and right, and it seems that the two of them can't tell the winner for a while.

The attack and defense of the sword and the spear lasted for more than two hours, and just as the sun was gradually setting and the night was quietly shrouded, the unexpected situation appeared again, and the land disappeared out of thin air