If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't stand the rules and precepts in the door, in a few decades, he would be the backbone of Buddhism.

King Kong is angry, not angry and self-imposing, with a strong coercion to make the enemy's mind disordered, the so-called put down the butcher's knife, stand on the ground to become a Buddha, with the law of King Kong.

The Bodhisattva has low eyebrows, pleasing to the eyes like silk, not to mention all kinds of amorous styles, but it has the function of charm, but compared with King Kong's angry eyes, the Bodhisattva's low eyebrows are a little more feminine, and the latter's defense is far lower than the former.

Both of them are rare and peerless learning, and those who cultivate Vajra Angry Eyes are as hard as steel, and their qi and blood are condensed in the dantian, and their ability to resist attacks is extremely strong.

Many masters couldn't help but exclaim: It seems that this Zhiyuan is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

The Vajra Buddha glared angrily at Wu Qiutian, and even a child who had never been in contact with the cultivation could see the killing intent in the golden light. However, Wu Qiutian didn't realize it, but the formation behind him was burned out of a small hole by the angry King Kong's gaze.

"Venerable, he'll be fine, if anything happens to him, the Ruler won't let us go. The young man who lived next door to Wu Qiutian asked cautiously.

The Venerable Lady Chao Ling smiled and said, "Believe me, not only will he be fine, but he will also be able to kill that bald donkey." "She had seen Wu Qiutian use the Celestial Exterminator with her own eyes, so she believed that Wu Qiutian would not be defeated.

However, she ignored Wu Qiutian|一|本|read|novel[y][b][d][u] to deal with the two heaven-level powerhouses in Yunmengze, and it was only a few of them who needed to be protected. But now that he is dealing with Zhiyuan, he has to protect tens of thousands of people, including the entire school field plus soldiers.

"Die!" Zhiyuan roared in a low voice, his fists pushed out flat, seemingly slow, but in fact, in just a moment, he had already thrown no less than a hundred punches.

The huge fist bombarded his body, Wu Qiutian was still immersed in the sea of wind, even after hundreds of punches, there was already blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, and he still didn't wake up.

There were already many people around cheering for Zhiyuan, and a few people cursed him for betting on Wu Qiutian.

On the surface, Zhiyuan has the upper hand at the moment, but in fact, the more he fights, the more frightened he becomes, and the more he fights, the more shocked he becomes. Every punch and palm hit it like it hit cotton, and the force of the shock made the muscles and veins on his palm extremely sore.

In just a few breaths, Zhiyuan's iron fist and sharp King Kong gaze had already struck Wu Qiu Tian no less than a thousand times. However, Wu Qiutian's clothes were completely torn, revealing the unique inner armor of the Wumen inside, and the inner armor was also beaten to the ground, and Wu Qiutian still did not counterattack.

Feng Manlou and others saw it in their eyes and remembered it in their hearts, and there were many strange-looking onlookers in the crowd.

The two peasants, one old and one young, kept nodding, an old man with long eyebrows bowed slightly, and Mi Jian had a solemn gaze. He had seen Zhiyuan shoot, but he had never seen Zhiyuan fight an opponent of the same level who had not won for so long.

Knowing that this is not the way to go on, Zhiyuan suddenly opened his eyes angrily, and the light on King Kong's body above his head spread out, and the dazzling light flew in all directions.

A middle-aged man in bright yellow clothes nodded to the old man with Shou Mei, the old man just waved his hand, and the defensive formation that was on the verge of shattering in the school field immediately stabilized, and the crowd of people who were surrounded by the golden light flashed into their eyes screamed incessantly.

The middle-aged man's face was cold, and he seemed to dislike those miserable howls.

On the wall of the school field, a middle-aged man was holding a wine jug and drinking a small wine comfortably, seeing the middle-aged man's face, he waved his hand, and the people around him immediately felt cold in their eyes, and the previous tingling sensation disappeared instantly.

The golden light sprinkled on Wu Qiutian's body, and tiny cracks appeared on his skin. As blood flowed from those tiny holes, most of the people who were betting on Wu Qiutian were desperate, and more than a hundred round holes were flowing with blood, which was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the earth-level cultivators.

However, they didn't know that Wu Qiutian was not an ordinary monk at all.

Zhiyuan laughed wildly, and suddenly his face changed, and he coughed hard, but after coughing for a long time, his face turned red, and he didn't cough up the things in his throat.

Wu Qiutian's eyes opened suddenly, and his body floated into the air like a piece of cotton wool. Everything in the formation is isolated from the outside world, and there is no wind appearing, even if it is the palm wind brought by Zhiyuan's movement, there is not much.

But Wu Qiutian seemed to be in a storm, and such a change made many people exclaim.

The middle-aged man on the city wall suddenly stuffed the wine gourd, flew up to the clouds, looked at everything below coldly, and said loudly: "Old friends are here, why do you want to meddle in the affairs of juniors." ”

No one paid attention to him, although many people heard his voice, but everyone stared at the competition on the stage, and no one had the heart to talk to him at all.

Zhiyuan was still coughing, his face flushed, and Wu Qiutian had already floated to the top of Zhiyuan's head.

Mi Jian was shocked and looked at Zhiyuan with hope.

Knowing that Wu Qiutian was above his head, but Zhiyuan wanted to solve his own dilemma before facing the enemy, but Wu Qiutian didn't give him any chance, grabbed a small axe in his hand, and slashed at his head without saying a word.

Zhiyuan's body was short, and his whole body trembled, and the thing blocked in his throat was finally coughed out, and it turned out to be a green bean the size of a little finger.

Gu Bu threw his angry eyes around, rolled on the spot, dodged the small black axe that was split from his head, his body was full of golden light, and his eyes were extremely gloomy.

After missing the blow, Wu Qiutian stopped attacking, stuck the axe into the collar, and looked at Zhiyuan with both hands with a mocking expression.

Zhiyuan, who had relaxed, had a chance to find the culprit, and he looked around suspiciously, it stands to reason that there are formations all around the martial arts platform, and people outside can't interfere at all. Why would anyone shoot a mung bean down their throat? And do it while they're laughing wildly, and the timing is right. His gaze was fixed on the small hole where the formation was missing, and his heart was awe-inspiring, the realm of the person who did it was definitely higher than himself, and it was not a little higher.

He could see that most of the people in the field were cultivating, but the few people he couldn't see were terrifying.

His gaze stayed on the yellow-robed middle-aged man for a long time, his lips trembled, and he didn't dare to speak.

Wu Qiutian didn't take advantage of people's danger, because there were so many people around, and he didn't want to make it too obvious. If it had been somewhere else, he would have killed someone right away.

Annoyed and angry, Zhiyuan didn't care that Wu Qiutian might have someone to help, at this time he just wanted to vent the resentment in his heart. That cute little white face doesn't seem to be able to enter the harem, after all, there are many masters of the Confucian Hall standing beside him. But there are three lovely people around this kid, which is not bad.

The more he thought about it, the more dirty Zhiyuan still kept attacking Wu Qiutian, and played a few more breaths, Zhiyuan felt that Wu Qiutian would definitely die, and it was not interesting to play like this, and when he was about to put his hands together in anger, Wu Qiutian, who had been passively beaten, finally moved.

But instead of his hands, he moved his mouth: "Do you know what wind is? Do you know that wind can kill?"

"Let your mother's dog stinky fart, the Buddha won't eat you. Zhiyuan roared.

The cloudy and uncertain eyes looked at Wu Qiutian, cautiously on guard. The body has been beaten into a sieve but still does not move, and can still speak calmly, based on this alone, Zhiyuan does not dare to underestimate Wu Qiutian.

Seeing that Zhiyuan didn't speak, Wu Qiutian smiled slightly: "Since you don't know, let me tell you how the wind kills people." ”

Suddenly, Zhiyuan's pressure doubled, and outside the already broken formation, many people felt that there was a boulder pressure on their chests, making people unable to breathe.

Laughing, laughing, bowing down.

Even with the formation, that powerful coercion still spread from the inside to the outside.

The old man Shou Mei whispered softly: "What kind of exercise, there is such power!"

Wu Xi quickly condensed his sword, and under the action of the wind, stabbed the Golden Light Buddha behind Zhiyuan at a speed that could not be judged by the naked eye.

The Buddha's mouth murmured, and the golden mouth opened suddenly, intending to scatter the small sword condensed by the witch breath, but unfortunately, he underestimated the witch breath condensed by the witch qitian, under the action of the wind, the sword was small and extremely fast, even if Zhiyuan's divine sense was locked, it was difficult to capture the trajectory of the small sword.

Seeing that the sword was about to arrive in front of him, Zhiyuan couldn't help but exclaim: "Wumen! Shushan! Boy, what are you from, you can actually get two factions of peerless learning." ”

Wu Qiutian said with a smile: "Wumen has an immortal hall, and the immortal hall practices swords, you don't know this, and you are embarrassed to come out and mix." ”

Buddhism King Kong suddenly roared, and all the sharp swords were shattered in an instant: "Even if you are a little bit of a way, you dare to get an axe, I really don't know whether to live or die." ”

Wu Qiutian was also shocked back by the roar of the heaven-shattering sky, only to feel that the witch breath in the dantian was disordered for a while, and the King Kong was still angry, and there was such a power under the roar.

At this moment, a burst of fire rose into the sky, and Xiao San appeared in a gorgeous posture after advancement, aiming at the Vajra Buddha is a mouthful of samadhi true fire.

At this time, even the middle-aged man in white in the cloud was slightly moved: "Good boy, there are really a lot of things that you know, if you accept him as a disciple, it should be a good choice." ”

The old man Shou Mei couldn't care about so much, and his hands frequently played tricks to stabilize the precarious formation.

The middle-aged man in white fell from the clouds, and his body pushed against the old man with Shoumei: "Go and look at me!"

With a light slap, as if teaching a disobedient child, the formation immediately stabilized, and the cyan light wave flowed on the light mask formed by the formation, which looked particularly beautiful.

Under the burning of the fire, the Buddha disappeared, Wu Qiutian took the opportunity to rise, and the giant axe in his hand instantly became larger.

Zhiyuan was not afraid to laugh, as if he was laughing at Wu Qiutian had fallen into the trap he had arranged in advance, and when the sword condensed by Wu Breath arrived in front of him, he waved his hand and directly scattered the sword.

He had a cold face, and a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Hell Shura Dao." ”