Zong Xuan's closed eyes suddenly opened, and his brilliance flashed, staring firmly at the monk who appeared in the distance.

Just like the sound of the flower, it shocked the entire world. The crowds around were not prepared. They covered their ears and grinned, almost shattered their heads. On the colored platforms at both ends of the competition venue, the crowd was filled with exclamations, and the warriors surrounding the competition venue almost fell down. Even the dozen innate masters on the observation platform also looked at the starting point of the sound in shock, a monk with a violent momentum...

Two hundred meters away, Monk Ruhua screamed and rushed over quickly. This guy had a cow head in one hand and a wine jar in the other hand. He ran and drank while drinking, and ate. The bones on the cow head were clattering loudly. The hardest cow skull was as crisp as peanuts under the mouth of Monk Ruhua's teeth.

The big monk Ruhua looks so fierce when eating. This guy was raised by a brown bear when he was a child. He snatched food from wild animals. When he was eating, he had already stared at the surroundings habitually, always maintaining a threatening momentum, guarding against other animals, especially wolves. So he looks like he is not afraid of. His move to bite the bull's head is like a crazy bear, scaring the warriors on the periphery to retreat in a hurry. Whoever dares to stop the head of this crazy monk is really not wanting to live...

Even if Zong Xuan's heart was like a snake and a scorpion, he was stunned for a moment, and his heart and courage trembled...

On the viewing platform, the gods saw that the two monks Miaoxiu looked at each other in surprise, closed their eyes and closed their mouths, pronounced the Buddha's name, and recited the scriptures silently dozens of times. As a Buddhist, Monk Ruhua did not quit drinking and meat, and even drank in public and spoke violently. This undoubtedly violated the Buddhist precepts, which made the two Buddhist masters quite dissatisfied, but had no choice but to bow their heads and recite the scriptures.

When the others saw Ruhua at this time, they shouted loudly, "What a great monk."

"Arm Saint" Yang Bozhan, "Iron Feet Fairy" Liu Daozhen and his innate masters all asked around who this monk was...

The two monks in the Dachan Temple who knew the origin of the monk were the two monks of Dachan Temple, but neither of them wanted to speak, and they were unwilling to say that this Ruhua monk who violated the rules and regulations. Instead, Qiu Yiping next to him, he stroking his beard and happily said slowly: "You don't know that something that is worthy of celebration happened in this 'Nanlong Villa' recently..."

"Iron Feet Fairy" Liu Daozhen asked curiously with a bald head, "Oh? Why did Mr. Qiu so happy?"

Qiu Yiping pointed at the few people under the court and said, "Then the righteous friends' friendship with Jinlan really made Qiu very happy and deserve to be celebrated..."

Chu Tianjian, who was beside him, snorted coldly and said, "It's just that the juniors who have never been on the table have become sworn brothers. What's there to be thankful for?"

Qiu Yiping smiled faintly, ignoring Chu Tianjian's sarcasm, and continued: "The eight people who joined the sermon this time were all in the audience, and four of them were among the quarterfinals. The monk in front of him was one of them. Speaking of his origin, he was extremely extraordinary... No, these eight brothers who joined the sermon are all extraordinary..."

"What an extraordinary method?" Yang Bozhan asked curiously.

"Among these eight brothers who have been rebellious, there are unparalleled cultivation geniuses, the son of the "Eagle King" Zhan Xiongfei, the prince who is today, the disciple of Mr. Huanye of the "Doctor Immortal", the personal disciple of the "Thieves Saint" Bailiji, the small leader of the Jingnan Sect, the remaining master of the "Kunwu Sect" back then, and the only successor of the demon-removing master two hundred years ago... Everyone says that with such a combination, is it worth the shock of the eight brothers who have made Jinlan like this?"

"Old Qiu said this seriously? These eight people have such a powerful identity and origin. Does that mean that these forces have begun to cooperate?" As soon as Xu Chang, the "Iron Mountain God" with a rough appearance, everyone was shocked again on the spot.

"Old Qiu can't make a mistake, right? The son of the emperor of the dynasty became brothers with the son of the thief? Is this too false?" "The soul-grabbing Tai Sui" Chu Tianjian immediately made a statement and arrest the loophole, because he had discovered that the few people Qiu Yiping said seemed to have had some celebrations with "Motianling", and their young master Huo Tingzun was preparing to deal with these people. At this time, when he received such information, he had to make Chu Tianjian more cautious.

Qiu Yiping laughed and said slowly: "How could there be any mistake? When they got together with Jinlan, it was the one I invited as a witness. Mr. Wei also knew about this, and he could prove it..."

Wei Xiaotian smiled and nodded.

Because the so-called "Eagle King Evaluation" brought by Zhan Yu at the beginning made Wei Xiaotian's value soar, and Wei Xiaotian admired and maintained Zhan Xiongfei and Zhan Yu who came this time. How could he not help this good opportunity to increase their reputation in the world?

"What Mr. Qiu said, what amazing background does the monk in front of him have?"

"What background? Haha, I'm afraid everyone will be shocked if they say it... He is the only personal disciple of Zen Master Ningdu, the 'Golden Body Arhat' back then, the future reconstruction of Xiao Pratyekabuddha Temple, the Great Monk Ruhua..."

Everyone suddenly became dumbfounded. Among the outstanding figures two hundred years ago, the most powerful people in the martial arts world, the most powerful and fierce martial arts, and the most protective power, the apprentice of Zen Master Ningdu, who is the most powerful?

How is this possible? Didn’t Zen Master Ningdu die long ago?

"Impossible!" Chu Tianjian jumped up almost immediately and said in a cold voice: "Zen Master Ningdu has long been dead, how could he still accept his disciples?"

Qiu Yiping was too lazy to explain the specific reason for this matter, and he didn't know in detail. He just mentioned it when he heard someone chatting and said directly: "You don't have to challenge me about this matter. You can ask the opinions of the two masters, Shen Jian and Miao Xiu, to ask the opinions of the two masters, Shen Jian and Miao Xiu, is more simple."

Everyone looked at the two monks in the Dachen Temple with surprise, and the questioning was obvious.

The two looked at each other, and the god saw it helplessly and said, "Mencius does not lie. This is the second disciple of my senior brother Ning Du, and he is also his only disciple..."

Everyone exclaimed in an uproar. It turned out that this is really the case. Could it be that the [Arhat Golden Body and Defeat the Body Protection Magic Art], which had eliminated countless demons back then, will now appear in front of everyone?

The Great Monk Ruhua rushed to the competition stage in a few steps, jumped onto the stage, laughed loudly, swung the cow head with his right hand, took the water-mill Zen stick clamped under his armpit, and thrust it to the ground, making it thud and smash it into more than half a meter deep. Seeing the surrounding warriors' eyelids leaping wildly, Zong Xuan felt that the entire bluestone battle stage was trembling a few times!

The Great Monk Ruhua raised the wine jar on his left hand with both hands, wailed wildly to the sky, shouted happily, looked at Zong Xuan, laughed, handed the wine jar, and shouted: "How can you not have wine in the competition? Take a sip--"

Ruhua was about to compete, and she was excited. After drinking a few pounds of water and wine, she couldn't stutter.

Zong Xuan was calm, smiled faintly, and said, "I am not good at drinking, Master, please take care of myself."

"Hmph, siblings--"

Despite the change of Zong Xuan's face, Ruhua poured the wine in the jar down in an uproar, ignoring how much wine was thrown on her chest. When the jar was empty, Ruhua threw the jar freely, and with a clamor, there was chaos below. I don't know which unlucky guy was knocked out.

Ruhua shouted loudly: "Are you ready? The Sa family is coming--"

The Great Monk Ruhua took off his monk's robe, revealing his extremely strong body, which was so shocked that he was breathing in the air. The muscles of the Great Monk were as strong as carved from stones, full of explosive power. The muscles were as strong as monsters, and the thick lines of muscle fibers were formed by twisting steel bars.

Zong Xuan also took a breath of air. He knew that it was impossible to achieve such a body by strength.

Zong Xuan has been hiding his strength and is preparing to make a big splash at this martial arts competition. When he saw the opponents he fought against in the quarterfinals, he even had the hope of seizing the "Wuji Immortal Pill", which will further his skills and prepare for his future impact on the innate world. However, when he saw the great monk in front of him, Zong Xuan's original confidence instantly disappeared several levels in an instant, and he became suspicious of his judgment for the first time.

Zong Xuan's expression became cautious for the first time, and he held the red tassel knife behind him in his hand, shouting: "I'm waiting for the master for a long time, please--"

The referee next to him said hurriedly: "You two, let me announce the game..."

"Get out of the way if you are in trouble!" Ruhua shouted loudly, and swept the water-milling Zen Staff. The referee was like falling leaves blown by the wind, and the gulf was blown out of the field by the strong wind blowing out of the Zen Staff of Monk Ruhua.

Then Ruhua, whose eyes were red, followed the trend and put the three hundred kilograms of Zen stick in her hand, so that the shovel was flat. She swung it round and slapped it at Zong Xuan. Before the weapon arrived, a terrible wind first hit, blowing the hair in front of Zong Xuan's forehead behind her.

Zong Xuan did not dare to snatch his edge, and then retreated. Monk Ruhua attacked the air with a shovel and smashed hard on the bluestone ground. With a loud bang, the gravel scattered like a burst of rain, and the smoke and dust rose for a moment. Everyone's eyes were blurred, and the screams rose like a tsunami...

Zong Xuan frowned and turned back and retreated. He really couldn't have imagined that this monk was so violent. Not only was he crazy, but his tricks were also explosive. It was really difficult to fight and it was difficult to get close to him. With the great monk's powerful force, as long as he touched him, he could not hold his sword and immediately he would be knocked away. He would be gone, and the sword would be difficult to fight...

Zong Xuan secretly hated him, and his subordinates kept holding the red tassel knife in both hands. While retreating, he swung several times. The energy burst out, and several golden sword auras slashed into the smoke and dust.

roar--
Chapter completed!