The third challenger is Eucommia.

Du Zhong slowly walked up to Ye Feng and said with a smile: "Brother Ye, let me guess correctly, you are the first to be the champion, and we will use the method of wheel warfare to deal with you." ”

Ye Feng gave a thumbs up: "Brother Du guessed accurately." ”

"I've played two games, are you tired?"

"It's okay, haven't you noticed that the more I fight, the more energetic I become?"

"Haha, seeing that you are full of red face, you are energetic enough, not at all like a person who has fought two big battles. ”

"Brother Du, I've hit you, how are you going to fight?"

"Fight with you, forget it, we just fought last time, where am I your opponent, I'm not here to fight with you, I just want to chat for a while, let you rest, I have a Qi Replenishing Pill here, take a Qi Replenishing Pill to recover your strength." ”

"No, I don't feel tired at all, I'm full of energy. ”

"Young man, good physical strength, it's really enviable. ”

Du Zhong and Ye Feng chatted in the martial arts arena, which caused the dissatisfaction of Chongxu Dao Chang and Zhikong Zen Master.

Chongxu Daoist had a smile on his face: "Lao Du, if you don't fight, speed up, we're still waiting in line here." ”

"Amitabha, Mr. Du Zhong, time is pressing, please do not make small talk. ”

Du Zhong smiled and said to Elder Lu next to him, "I admit defeat. ”

The audience was in an uproar, but they didn't expect Du Zhong to take the initiative to admit defeat.

Du Zhong fought with Ye Feng and was defeated by Ye Feng's flying sword, Ye Feng's flying sword hovered in front of his throat, and the scene of the cold air piercing his skin was still fresh in his memory.

Competing with Ye Feng, there is no chance of winning.

Originally, he still wanted to be opportunistic and compete with Ye Feng, maybe there was a chance to win, but after seeing Ye Feng and Mr. Mo Da fighting, this idea was completely canceled.

Even Mr. Mo Da's Wind Thunder God Fist was defeated in Ye Feng's hands, and he was not an opponent, so he simply abstained.

Seeing that Du Zhong abstained and admitted defeat, Chongxu Dao Chang and Zhikong Zen Master showed a look of disdain and helplessness, they also hoped that Du Zhong could consume Ye Feng's physical strength and give them an extra chance of winning.

Chongxu Dao Chang said unwillingly: "Mr. Du, how can you abstain, how do you know that you can't beat him if you don't fight?"

"We've fought before and I've lost. ”

Du Zhong's words caused an uproar again, how much courage did it take for an ancient martial arts master to take the initiative to admit defeat in the hands of others, Ye Feng threw an appreciative glance at Du Zhong.

Du Zhong abstained and conceded defeat, and Elder Lu continued to announce, holding the list of contestants in his hand and saying, "Fourth challenger, ...... of Xuankong Temple"

Elder Lu deliberately confirmed the name on the list: "Master Mingyue of Xuankong Temple." ”

Ye Feng didn't know who Master Mingyue was, but it was strange that Xuankong Temple actually changed someone else to fight, could it be that the top master of Xuankong Temple was not Zhikong Zen Master?

Hearing Master Mingyue's name, only a few people knew who he was, and they were moved, Mr. Mo Da and Du Zhong glanced at each other, and their expressions became much more serious.

Chong Xudao Changpi asked in a low voice without smiling: "Zen Master Zhikong, is Master Mingyue your uncle?"

Zen Master Zhikong clasped his hands together, and there was a smug look hidden in his expression: "Amitabha, yes, Master Mingyue is my uncle, he has been in retreat for 30 years, and he came out of the customs yesterday. ”

The smile on Daoist Chongxu's face was even more strange, even more ugly than crying: "This is really a coincidence, I went out yesterday and just in time for the Ancient Martial Arts Competition, which is really good." ”

Chongxu Daoist said that it was too good on the surface, but secretly scolded in his heart, this old bald donkey is so cunning, he actually moved his uncle out, Mingyue, that old guy is not dead, what an immortal old monster. With him here, I'm afraid I'm going to be in trouble when I challenge the champion.

Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, winning all battles, Ye Feng wanted to know more about Master Mingyue.

Knowing that Du Zhong was well-informed, Ye Feng asked Du Zhong in a low voice: "It's really fresh, who is this Mingyue Master? Is it even more powerful than Zhikong Zen Master?"

Du Zhong's face was solemn: "I have heard the name of Master Mingyue, it was fifty years ago, he was the uncle of Zhikong Zen Master, his skills are unfathomable, and he has reached the point of no one before, in Xuankong Temple, there is a legend about him." ”

A master with a legend is more interesting than Zen Master Zhikong, which makes Ye Feng more interested.

"Oh, the legend about him?"

"Legend has it that he was a golden-bodied arhat. ”

Ye Feng said with a disdainful face: "Arhat descends to earth, it doesn't matter who he is, the soldiers will block, the water will cover the earth, and the gods will block and kill the gods." ”

"You'd better be careful. ”

A Buddha call from far and near: "Amitabha." ”

A thin old monk came slowly, wearing a yellow monk's robe that had lost its luster, and seemed to walk slowly, but his feet were not dusty when he walked, as if he was walking in the clouds, and he arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Only then did I see the monk's appearance, he was really old and ugly, the wrinkles on his face could trap mosquitoes, and the bags under his eyes were about to reach his cheeks.

To Ye Feng's surprise, the early morning sun plated a layer of golden light on his bald head, and at first glance, it really made people think that it was a golden-bodied Arhat descending into the world.

The old monk did not bring weapons, he held a string of Buddha beads in his bone-like hands, he put his hands together, and his voice was gentle but very clear: "Amitabha, the old monk Mingyue is polite." ”

Standing in front of Master Mingyue, unconsciously, Ye Feng had a sense of solemnity and reverence, and even a feeling of wanting to worship, could it be that this Mingyue monk was really an Arhat?

In Ye Feng's godhead, a wisp of divine power rose up, expelling that strange feeling from his mind.

Master Mingyue's skill is unknown, but his incense power has reached the level of silently infecting other people's emotions, making people have an urge to worship him.

"Why doesn't Master Mingyue find a quiet place to visit Zen and Buddha, but he wants to come here to compete?"

"Amitabha, the old monk has been in retreat for 30 years, and he also wants to do his meager help for the Xuankong Temple, and the head of the master and nephew recommended the old monk to participate in the ancient martial arts competition, and the old monk came. ”

"Master Mingyue, you are a challenger, start your challenge. ”

"Then the old monk is welcome. ”

Master Mingyue straightened up suddenly, and a powerful aura erupted from his thin body, which was even purer than Mr. Mo's internal strength.

The old appearance of Long Zhong just now was gone, the wrinkles on his face were actually propped up, and the whole person was like an inflated balloon that puffed up, blooming with a faint golden light.

"Om, well, what, horn, mic, boom. ”

Master Mingyue clasped his hands together, his expression was serious, he closed his eyes and lowered the curtains, and gently recited a six-character mantra.

The onlookers listened to Master Mingyue reciting the six-character mantra, and they didn't feel anything, but Ye Feng felt a faint fragrance coming from the surroundings, as if there were countless monks chanting with Master Mingyue, and there was a mountain-like pressure, which fell on the top of his head.

(End of chapter)