Mo Lingshan, who came after her grandfather, made a grimace at Ye Feng, with a look of contempt: "Liar, it's like you really have ten Heyi Dan, you think Heyi Dan is Chinese cabbage, a few yuan a pound wholesale." ”

Ye Feng suddenly raised his hand, which frightened Mo Lingshan's beautiful eyes with horror, and hurriedly ran to her grandfather's side, really afraid that Ye Feng would spank her.

Ye Feng raised his hand, but he didn't want to hit Mo Lingshan's ass, but scratched his ears and looked at Mo Lingshan proudly, girl, be honest, next time you dare to yell at me, I will spank you.

It is also quite interesting to be able to use ten one-in-one pills to trick Mr. Mo Da's head of Fang Cun Mountain into playing, but Mr. Mo Da is scheming and does not fall into the trap.

A Buddha horn sounded, and Zen Master Zhikong sat on the rostrum, clasping his hands together: "Amitabha, the poor monk is late, all the sect masters are fine." ”

Zen Master Zhikong glanced at Ye Feng, his eyes became complicated, and he quietly asked Mr. Mo, "Mr. Mo, have you seen that Ye Feng?"

Not only have I seen it, but I also secretly competed for a while, Mr. Mo Da was silent, and he was secretly helpless in his heart, this kid is unfathomable, and it is indeed a headache.

Mr. Mo Da was amazed in his heart, but his face was not dewed, with a faint sneer: "I've seen it, it's just a lucky young man, who got some elixir and quickly improved his skills, just like a nouveau riche, who suddenly got a lot of money, but he is always a nouveau riche." ”

Zhikong Zen Master's voice was more angry: "He abolished the martial arts of several disciples in my temple, and deceived people too much, the old monk wanted to find him for revenge, but my Buddha is merciful, the old monk does not want to bully the weak, and so on the ancient martial arts competition, I will fight with him again." ”

Mr. Mo Da's eyes were full of contempt, the monk didn't want to seek revenge, but he didn't have the strength.

Although Ye Feng can't see the cultivation realm, he can be sure that his cultivation is by no means weaker than the middle stage of the innate realm, it's not that you don't want to bully the weak, but you can't beat others.

Feeling that Mr. Mo Da's eyes were sharp, Zen Master Zhikong had a little fever on his face, and he put his hands together and said with a wry smile: "Good, good, monks should not commit the vows of anger, the Buddha said, I don't go to hell, who will go to hell." ”

The Daoist Chongxu next to him, thinking that his junior brother Lingxu was killed by Ye Feng, couldn't help but feel the same hatred, his eyes rolled, and he thought about it.

He greeted Mr. Mo Da first, and then said to Zen Master Zhikong with a concerned face: "Alas, Ye Feng is really vicious, abolishing your disciple's cultivation, how many years of cultivation have been ruined, this is even more uncomfortable than killing them, Zen Master Zhikong, it is really merciful, if I look for him to take revenge now." ”

Zen Master Zhikong's heart was hot, and he bowed with his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the Taoist is also a bodhisattva." ”

A smug look flashed in the eyes of Daoist Chongxu, and he put on a very sympathetic look: "Master, this kid has been inherited by the Innocent Master, and his skills are unfathomable, if you want to take revenge, you must use all your strength, otherwise, you may not be able to beat him." Your magic weapon in Xuankong Temple may not be able to work, ahem, I'm not saying that you can't beat him, but I want to remind you that this kid is too powerful. ”

"Amitabha, the Tao is reasonable. ”

From the tone of the Chongxu Daoist, Mr. Mo Da heard that he was harboring evil intentions, and couldn't help but glance at the Chongxu Daoist, who found that Mr. Mo Da was looking at himself, smiled weakly, and didn't dare to squeak anymore.

His tricks can be concealed from Zen Master Zhikong, but he can't escape Mr. Mo's eyes.

"Mr. Mo, long time no see, how are you doing in the near future?"

Yue Zhuoqun looked at Mr. Mo Da with a smile on his face, Mr. Mo Da did not answer, just looked indifferent, nodded lightly, and a trace of disdain flashed in his tiger eyes.

Among the many ancient martial arts sects in China, Mr. Mo Da's least favorite is Fu Qianfan, the sect leader of the Earth Spirit Sect, Fu Qianfan cruelly plundered the female Yin Yuan, condensed the Yin Evil, and left the door on the side, the most despicable, and the second is Yue Zhuoqun.

Yue Zhuoqun's personality is ruthless, and the people at the bottom are robbing and plundering everywhere, robbing elixirs, robbing fierce beasts, robbing people, as long as it is something valuable, the people of Taiyimen will rob it.

In Mo Da's eyes, Yue Zhuoqun is a robber leader, and what is better than Fu Qianfan is that he did not plunder the female Yin Yuan, which is quite benevolent.

Seeing that Mr. Mo Da didn't like to take care of himself, a ray of coldness flashed in Yue Zhuoqun's eyes.

The ancient martial arts world in the world is looking at Fangcun Mountain, what is Fangcun Mountain, isn't it just that the qualifications are older, and there are more old immortals, and it won't be long before our Taiyi Gate can surpass you Fangcun Mountain.

Yue Zhuoqun smiled sadly: "Since everyone is here, then I'm ready to start making a name." ”

Yue Zhuoqun held a brand-new IPAID in his hand, cleared his throat, and began to roll call: "Has the disciple of Xuankong Temple arrived?"

A neat and loud Buddha call came from the northwest corner of the top of Mount Hua: "Amitabha, the disciples of Xuankong Temple have arrived." ”

Ye Feng's gaze stopped at the disciples of Xuankong Temple in the northwest corner, these monks who participated in meditation and worshiped the Buddha were indeed a little different from mortals.

The temple rules are strict, the precepts are strict, the disciples of Xuankong Temple are uniformly wearing yellow monk's robes, lined up neatly, all with serious faces, without saying a word, standing quietly in the northwest corner, waiting for the start of the Guwu competition.

Ye Feng sighed secretly, but it is a pity that the good and the bad are uneven in Buddhism, that is, there are high-ranking monks, and there are also villains and scum, which have defiled the pure land of Buddhism, and the head of Zhikong Zen has a short nature, listens to and believes, and does not know the good and evil of human nature.

"Is the Shangqing Sect disciple here?"

"It's here. ”

A resounding answer came from the southeast corner, neat and loud.

The disciples of the Shangqing Sect are also uniformly dressed, and the three Qing disciples under the door are all in blue yin and yang fish robes, with Taoist hairpins inserted in their curled hair, and three-foot long swords on their backs.

Although the head of the Chongxu Dao is hypocritical and ruthless, the disciples under him are all sturdy and full of spirit, quite a bit of fairy wind and bones.

"What about the disciples of Fang Cun Mountain?"

"It's here. ”

The sound of the Fang Cun Mountain disciples led by Mr. Mo was like spring thunder, which shook people's ears and resounded in the sky.

Most of the disciples of Fang Cun Mountain cultivated the Wind Thunder True Yuan, and they burst out collectively, like thunder on the ground, and before the Gu Wu Da Competition began, their momentum overwhelmed everyone.

Some of the Taiyi Sect disciples who were close to him were frightened, and under the influence of Sect Master Yue Zhuoqun, the disciples secretly regarded Fang Cunshan as a competitor, their faces were displeased, and they whispered contemptuously: "What do you shout, the ancient martial arts competition is not louder than your voice." ”

"A loud voice doesn't necessarily mean a lot of skill. ”

"Sensationalism. ”

"Has the disciple of the Shifting Flower Palace arrived?"

"It's here. ”

There was a sound like a cuckoo warbler swallow, although it was not as neat and loud as the sound of other sects, but it was the most beautiful and pleasant, eye-catching.

(End of chapter)