Two inconspicuous people in the crowd stared at the green gas sneakily, and one of them said: "Look, I said that kid won't let Yafang go, you don't believe it." ”

"Little Wu, don't talk nonsense, be careful of Dad beating you. The bald head dressed as a peasant was afraid that others would hear the conversation between the two, and he was dissatisfied and angry.

Fortunately, everyone's eyes were attracted by Wu Qiutian and others, and no one cared about this conversation between the old and the young.

Wu Qiutian proudly arched his hand towards Mijian: "The prince really knows everything, and the grass people admire it." ”

The king snorted heavily, it was a great shame to lose such a big face in front of so many people. But in front of many people, he didn't want to do anything to these people.

Wu Qiutian was about to leave, but he heard Na Zhiyuan say coldly: "The prince has opened his grace, the Buddha hasn't spoken yet! Let this little white face and a few little girls behind you accompany the Buddha for a while, and you can leave safely." Otherwise, the prince promised to let you go, but the Buddha didn't agree. ”

Wu Qiutian set his eyes on Mi Jian, Mi Jian didn't see it, and he immediately realized that this was Mi Jian trying to embarrass himself.

Feng Manlou took a step forward, pointed at Zhiyuan's nose and said, "Not only is he a bald donkey, but also a scum of Buddhism." Buddhism pays attention to pure heart and few desires, you dare to say that you want someone to accompany you in bed, it is difficult to say that the rules of your Buddhism are all farts!"

Zhiyuan said lazily: "The Buddha's eating, drinking, and Lazar, use-one-book-reading-small-say-don't care about it, you just say whether to keep it or not." ”

This was said to Wu Qiutian, and the reason why he said this to Wu Qiutian was because he saw that Wu Qiutian was the soul of this group of people.

Even the little white face that appeared later made him quite excited, it seemed that he had a great affection for Wu Qiutian. And that person is the person that the prince needs to be afraid of, so he pointed the finger at Wu Qiutian.

Wu Qiutian was still able to stabilize, he looked at Zhiyuan with a smile, and suddenly said: "Who do you think you are, I'll leave today, see what you can do to me." “

"The Buddha said that if you don't agree, you can't go!" Zhiyuan stretched out his round arm and blocked Wu Qiutian's way.

Wu Qiutian suddenly stretched out his hand and tapped a few times on his arm, and a tingling sensation immediately filled Zhiyuan's whole body. He forcibly withdrew his outstretched hand, and the other hand slammed into Wu Qiutian's head with a red glow.

Seeing Zhiyuan's reaction as if he had been struck by lightning, Zhou Xianru clapped his palms and laughed, Zhiyuan glared at him, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Little white face, tonight, the Buddha will make you cry." ”

Zhou Xianru's face was cold, obviously choked by Zhiyuan's words. Although his appearance is a little delicate, no one dares to call him a little white face, but a flower monk like Zhiyuan doesn't care about this, which makes him feel disgraced.

The two of them kept moving, and Wu Qiutian punched Zhiyuan's palm, which felt like hitting a stone, and it was not an ordinary stone, but on the meteorite outside the sky.

Seeing that Wu Qiutian was deflated, Zhiyuan said to Zhou Xianru again: "You can still laugh now, when the Buddha finishes cleaning up this kid, I will let you know how powerful the Buddha is at night, and see if you still laugh." ”

Zhou Xianru felt a tight backyard for no reason, and leaned a few steps towards Feng Manlou quite fearfully.

The behavior of no one next to the two made Zhiyuan very dissatisfied: "The opportunity Buddha has been given, since you don't want to toast and drink, don't blame the Buddha for being ruthless." In the school field in the city, there is a fight, if you can win the Buddha, the Buddha should have never happened, if not, after you die, these stunners are all Buddha's. ”

Zhou Xianru was also a little angry, but Wu Qiutian's determined expression made him not go crazy immediately. If he goes berserk, with the strength of Confucianism, although he is not the opponent of the God Emperor Valley, he will not look at a lewd monk in his eyes.

The emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, and although the Zhirutang is not as beautiful as the Wumen, it is not something that a lewd monk can shake.

After the confrontation between the two people after Zhiyuan finished speaking, they fought together again, this time Wu Qiutian deliberately did not use poisonous insects, firstly, the poisonous insects in his pocket have all been used up, and it is not easy to get some high-grade poisonous insects in Wuling City;

A fist and a palm collided again, Zhiyuan took a few steps back, his flesh palm was not damaged at all, Wu Qiutian did not retreat a step, but his fist was faintly painful.

Zhiyuan continued to pounce again, Wu Qiutian's body spun, dodged the palm wind, and said loudly: "You regard the life and death of the people as nothing, and His Royal Highness the King regards the life and death of the people as nothing, I can't do it." There are too many people here, enough to change places. ”

"Your Royal Highness, borrow the school grounds. Zhiyuan arched his hand towards the king, as if asking for instructions, but in fact, before the king could reply, he took a big step and took the lead in the direction of the school.

The folk customs of Southern Chu were already strong, so the worship of the royal family had arranged a lot of formations around the school grounds, just to avoid the competition between cultivators from harming the innocent people outside the school grounds.

People who like to watch the excitement naturally flock to it, and many gamblers even open a gambling plate directly.

Seeing this, Wu Qiutian had a plan, the two stood still on the school field, Zhiyuan was ready to go, Wu Qiutian suddenly raised his hand and said: "Zhiyuan, it's no problem to fight, I will accompany you at any time, but well, you have to make some bets or something, you can't just fight like this." ”

Zhiyuan was shocked: Is he really sure to beat me? Could it be that he has any killer features?

Although the fight has not been for a long time, the two have already met before, and in Zhiyuan's opinion, Wu Qiutian is really nothing commendable in other aspects except for his strength. In terms of realm, Zhiyuan asked himself if he could easily take Wu Qiutian, and in terms of combat experience, he didn't take such a young Wu Qiutian in his eyes at all.

However, just after Wu Qiutian made the bet, he began to feel a little bottomless in his heart.

However, the arrow is ready to be sent, so many people are watching from the periphery, and there are many cultivators who are also mixed in the crowd, if he is so cowardly, then his face will be lost.

He groped out a small cloth bag from his arms, which looked different from the appearance of the storage bag, and after a while, Zhiyuan poured out a small stone from it: "This is the relic of the six ancestors of my Buddhism, it is extremely precious, whether it is used for cultivation or refining magic weapons, it is an extremely precious material." ”

Wu Qiutian pursed his lips disdainfully, rummaged in the storage bag for a long time, and really couldn't find the corresponding items, if the cheap goods were shoddy, I was afraid that Zhiyuan would stop doing it immediately.

After thinking about it, he pretended to be still rummaging in the storage bag, but instead got a soul revival grass from the ring on his hand: "This is a soul reviving grass, which has the effect of raising the dead and flesh and bones." ”

Zhiyuan's eyes lit up and he gritted his teeth: "Okay!

"Don't be in a hurry! Die early for a moment, die for a moment, die for a moment, why are you in such a hurry to die!" Wu Qiutian exerted force under his feet, and after floating away for a few feet, Wu Qiutian said coldly.

Zhiyuan had been stimulated by his words at this time, and he didn't have the heart to listen to him continue to speak, he just wanted to slap him to death as soon as possible.

There is not even a Chinese person, Zhiyuan has already done it, Wu Qiutian thought about it, anyway, this bald donkey will die, it is the same with or without Chinese people.

A golden light appeared all over Zhiyuan's body, and a pair of fleshy palms turned red, like a red-hot soldering iron. The already somewhat ill-fitting half of the monk's robe bulged out, making him look a little bloated. However, his speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had already blasted out more than three hundred palms.

Wu Qiutian opened Zhiyuan's fleshy palm with his hand, and thought to himself secretly. Destroying the sky is definitely not usable. Thirty thousand miles of Yunmengze uses to destroy the sky, there are no innocent people there, but this is not Yunmengze, this is Wuling City, the capital of the Great Chu Emperor. If it was really because of a battle that alarmed the thunder tribulation master in the palace, it would be miserable.

The peripheral gambling market was in full swing, and under the purging of the old janitor in the school field, many people bought the great monk. At least from the realm point of view, the fourth layer of the Witch Vengeance Heaven and Earth Rank can't do anything at the Zhiyuan of the eighth layer of the Earth Level.

There are very few people who bet on witches to win, but the odds are very high, one to ten. That is to say, if you bet one or two silver, you can get a tenfold return.

A lot of gold and silver were pocketed by the banker, and the person who sat in the bank was none other than King Mijian, who had a lot of hatred for Wu Qiutian.

dared to lose the face of the king in public, Mi Jian naturally did not want to let him go easily. He wished that Wu Qiutian would be beaten to death by Zhiyuan, even if he lost some money, he was willing.

Feng Manlou silently took out a bag of spirit stones, about thousands, and after the gambling steward pointed it out, he quietly pressed on Wu Qiutian.

The steward looked surprised, you must know that ninety percent of the onlookers who came to watch bought Zhiyuan, but he didn't expect this person to choose Wu Qiutian.

I didn't see Wu Qiutian's feet borrowing, I saw his body rise from the ground, and he didn't even bend his legs, and he appeared on the martial arts stage several feet high. A few people with some eyesight all sighed, they had such cultivation at a young age, and it would be a pity if Zhiyuan was killed on the spot.

The battlefield has changed from being under the stage to being on the stage, and the two sides have their own killing moves, and the confrontation is becoming more and more intense.

The competition between the two attracted a lot of audiences, and also attracted a lot of residual power of Confucianism.

As soon as those Confucian masters arrived, Haoran righteousness filled the school field, and many people with a little dark side felt chills all over their bodies, and the lewd monk Zhiyuan also felt the same way. However, his cultivation was much higher than those ordinary people, so he was not greatly affected.

After all, most of the Confucian masters who came here were not the backbone of Confucianism. If there were two masters like Wang Shouren, even if the people in Zhirutang were not good at fighting, Zhiyuan could only jump off the stage and leave in embarrassment. Not for anything else, just because he was a disciple of Buddhism, but he was expelled from Buddhism because he violated the precepts, and then became the leading flower thief in the Qin State.

In the end, because his actions were too absurd, stealing incense and stealing jade actually stole from the princess, and the emperor was enshrined in the Great Qin Palace to exert pressure on Shimen. Shimen sent Zhiyuan's senior brother to clean up the portal, which made Zhiyuan have to go away and come to Nanchu to find life.

Counting, Zhiyuan belongs to the evil demon outer way, so he has a natural sense of resistance to Confucianism, which specializes in restraining the evil demon outer way.

The fist shadow flew over, the palm wind was fierce, and the two were entangled together, and they were very happy. Unable to attack for a long time, Zhiyuan was a little anxious, and shouted for a while, seeing that Wu Qiutian did not react at all, his fists were together, and his feet stepped on the ground hard, and then, he saw a golden light shining on his body.

Zhou Xianru stood on the high stands, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help exclaiming: "Buddhism King Kong is not bad!"