I have a pact with the saint

Chapter 244 Martial Arts Supreme (3)

In Jingxin Temple, people from martial arts gather together. Invited by Jingxin Temple, the whole martial arts is a sensation. Everyone in the world can participate.

And the one who presides over the martial arts conference in Jingxin Temple is the eminent monk of the Zhizi generation of Jingxin Temple, who is the fifth generation disciple of Jingxin Temple, and there are Fa, Kong, Xuan and Ling. There is no more, and there is only Master Lingye left in the Lingzi generation.

Therefore, in Jingxin Temple, those who preside over the affairs of the temple are all of the Zhizi generation. Apart from the Fazi generation, there are only a few unknown old monks left.

In this way, the enemy can take advantage of it. Nowadays, the monks of the Zhizi generation are all from the island tribe, and they have taken control of the Jingxin Temple.

After decades of waiting, they finally got their chance.

"Everyone, today's martial arts talents are in decline and catastrophes are encountered. Therefore, in order to gather the strength of martial arts sects and reduce fighting, Jingxin Temple decided to hold a martial arts conference, elect a martial arts supreme, and then the martial arts supreme will lead all martial arts sects."

In the vast practice field of Jingxin Temple, a middle-aged monk named Zhi'an stood in the center and spoke.

Surrounded by a group of martial arts people, all kinds of sects, strange people, countless people, at a glance, there are probably hundreds of people in the practice field, but there are only dozens of people who can be named, and the number one in the martial arts row No more than thirty.

There are many masters, capable people gathered together, people from five factions came, all of them were people who had been placed in the five factions by the Sea Island Clan at the beginning, and they have endured so far and won the five factions in one fell swoop.

In a short time, I am afraid that the martial arts in the Central Plains will also be controlled by them.

And their goal is the entire Central Plains, and they are ambitious.

"Grandmaster, who can be called the supreme martial artist in the martial arts world today? Is there some ulterior purpose in holding the martial arts conference at Jingxin Temple?" At this time, an old and experienced Jiang Hu person stood up and said.

He is an old man, and he can see this trick at a glance.

Zhi'an smiled gently, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, what the benefactor said is an insult to Jingxin Temple. This temple is for the sake of the entire martial arts. Don't you think that the Wulin has always been in constant disputes and fighting? Don't you want to see a piece of peace and tranquility?" Jiang Hu?"

The old senior Jianghu man was speechless, just snorted coldly and kept silent.

"Excuse me, master, what are the rules of the martial arts conference?" A person stood up and asked.

"There are no rules, you win with martial arts, the winner is the respect, and the winner is the supreme martial artist." Zhi'an said.

Everyone muttered and communicated with each other, and many people also nodded.

"Then stop talking nonsense, let's start, I will take the lead, who will give me some advice?" A young man shouted, jumped up, stood in the middle of the practice field, looked around, very arrogant.

Zhi'an smiled slightly at this time and said: "Let's get started, all benefactors, stop as soon as you click, and don't hurt people's lives."

After speaking, Zhi An stepped aside.

After Zhi'an left, a middle-aged man came out, came five meters away from the young man, slightly raised his hands and cupped his fists and said, "My humble Luo Yan, please young man."

"Fangke."

The young man also clasped his fists in a salute, and in an instant the two started fighting.

In less than twenty moves, the middle-aged Luo Yan was defeated, and Fang Ke easily won the first round, giving everyone a stunning debut.

Luo Yan left, Fang Ke clasped his fists and said, "Who else, please come up and teach me."

"Young people are very arrogant, old man Zhao Cheng, please."

A figure quickly came to the center of the practice field, and after a salute with fists clasped, it opened its posture.

Fang Ke smiled lightly: "Please."

"Swish"

The two also fought.

"Crackling."

After a fist fight, Fang Ke won again after fifty moves. After winning the tenth round, a man named Duan Qing finally defeated Fang Ke, and he shocked the audience with only one move.

As a result, the audience was shocked that no one stood up for a while.

At this time, Tang Hao and others also entered Jingxin Temple, and the monks of Jingxin Temple brought Tang Hao and others to the practice field.

"It's so lively, it seems that many people have ideas about Wulin Supreme, and they all want to sit on the throne." Mu Nuan said with a chuckle.

"A group of stupid people who don't know the so-called." Qiu Luoyue said coldly, very disdainful.

Tang Hao looked around, and he found that Jingxin Temple was guarded by monks at every distance, so the position was no different from that of soldiers. Now Tang Hao also understood that the water in Jingxin Temple was actually so deep.

Back then, he had already guessed something, and he kept an eye on it that time, but he didn't expect that Jingxin Temple has reached this level. It's too scary. Almost all the disciples in the temple are foreigners. Can it not be scary? ?

It is estimated that it is not a disciple of a foreign race, and it is already too bad.

This time, the Sea Island Clan saw that the Central Plains Wulin was in a catastrophe, so they made a move, preparing to take control of the Central Plains Wulin.

And there is a plan in the palace, two-pronged approach, two-pronged approach, when the time comes, the Central Plains will be in the hands of the world.

"A wolf's ambition is unforgivable." Tang Hao said coldly.

Tang Hao's voice was very soft, but it was also heard by Su Ying'er, Lian'er, Ting Yu and others.

They all know what Tang Hao's words mean, but what can they do now?

In the meditation room presided over by Jingxin Temple, an old man was sitting cross-legged on the bed. At this time, a disciple hurriedly opened the door and came in to report: "Master, Master!"

"Why are you yelling? Calm down when something happens, and say, what's the matter?"

Zhichu reprimanded him, he is the first disciple of the Zhizi generation in Jingxin Temple, he is not too young, he is over 60 years old, and he is also an eminent monk in the martial arts world, who would have thought that he is actually a member of the island tribe, this time he is planning to deal with Jingxin Temple, he is the main force.

Master Lingye and Master Fadu were poisoned because of him.

"Master, that person has come." The disciple responded.

"Who's here?" Zhichu asked.

"Tang Hao."

"Tang Hao, Tang Hao is here?" Zhichu yelled, and he lost his composure.

The disciple nodded in panic, and Zhichu said: "Okay, I know the teacher, you go down and keep an eye on him first, and report immediately if there is any situation."

"Yes, Master."

The disciple left, Zhichu pondered, and then left the meditation room to go to Zhishu's meditation room. Zhishu was his junior brother, and he was at the same time as him.

The two exchanged and discussed, and finally they decided to besiege Tang Hao and capture him alive in Jingxin Temple.

"Brother, do you still have cartilage powder? Let's poison him." Zhishu said with a wicked smile.

Zhichu nodded slightly and said: "Yes, then let's let him taste the power of cartilage powder."

A quarter of an hour later, in the practice field, Duan Qing won twenty games in a row, and the person he fought against had never used the second move, and his martial arts were very strong.

"Brother, he is so powerful." Su Yinger said softly.

Tang Hao also said: "Well, it's really amazing, as expected of a disciple of Sword God Mountain."

"Huh? Is he a disciple of Sword God Mountain?" Mu Nuan asked suspiciously.

Qiu Luoyue smiled and said: "Boy, your eyes are quite poisonous, you can see it, how do you know this person hasn't used a sword yet?"

"I can still see it by referring to the sword. Although he only used one move, it is enough to reveal his identity." Tang Hao said.

At this time, a monk walked up to Tang Hao and the others and said, "Amitabha, Donor Tang, the head of the Discipline Academy would like to invite Donor Tang to tell you a story, may I?"

Here it comes, heh heh, I can't help but want to do it.

Tang Hao secretly thought that he had already guessed that he would be targeted when he entered Jingxin Temple.

(End of this chapter)