One Punch Monk

Chapter 70
The breeze blows gently, and the bamboo sea listens to the waves.

In the quiet bamboo grove, Chi Ou and Guoguo are happily sitting on the soil, in front of them are several bamboo shoots piled up with bundles.

"One, two, four, five."

"You forgot to count to three."

"Oh, three, two, one."

"boom!"

There was a huge roar, and the strong air waves blew the bamboo leaves down. If Chi Ou hadn't caught Guoguo with his sharp eyesight and quick hands, Guoguo would have been blown away by the air waves.

"Hey, there's a big mushroom over there!"

Guoguo kicked her short legs in the bear paws and clapped her hands.

Chi Ou squinted his panda eyes and looked up,
in the distant sky,

—A mushroom cloud appeared.

Turn back the time a little bit.

When the poet ghost standing in the air saw the huge "卍" character, he had a bad premonition in his heart.

His aura returned instantly, wanting to take back his artistic conception.

Because this kind of range attack is obviously aimed at his artistic conception, and artistic conception is closely related to the body.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"Boom!"

The huge "卍" character, carrying majestic energy, rushed towards the poetic ghost's artistic conception.

The word "卍" doesn't just contain powerful energy. In a sense, it contains a trace of the law of heaven contained in the awe-inspiring energy from refining. It is actually the biggest nemesis of ghosts like poets. .

Not only is the Poet Ghost itself, but also the huge artistic conception of him hanging in the air to show off his might.

Although the poetic ghost's power of artistic conception is powerful, it still appears very fragile in front of this punch, and it can even be said to be a mantis' arm blocking a car.

The artistic conception of covering the sky, shattered with one punch!

Lu Xuanji, the poet ghost, showed pain on his face.

His eyes burst out with ferocity, and his aura was running wildly. His body emitted faint blue light and black light, and his whole body seemed to be bathed in the ocean of aura.

"This, this is the power of rules!"

Lu Xuanji gritted his teeth and roared. He finally understood why this young monk, who looked young, possessed such terrifying power.

Because the exercises practiced by this little monk also contain some of the rules of heaven!

Not only that, this little monk also perfectly combined the release of aura with this part of the rules of heaven, reaching the peak level.

"boom!"

A punch pierced through the void, and with a destructive aura, it slammed on Shi Gui's body.

Immediately afterwards, the extremely compressed energy exploded, and a mushroom cloud suddenly rose from midair.

The huge air wave overturned a large area of ​​people on the grass.

The ghost of poetry was sent flying, and he, who had looked a little sluggish in the duel with Dean Song, now turned pale and frighteningly pale.

Soul fragments floated out of the poet ghost's yin body.

"This, how is this possible, how can you master the rules of heaven?"

Shi Gui couldn't believe it, his heart was filled with unwillingness, he couldn't figure out why a yellow-mouthed child who didn't even grow a hair had such a heaven-defying ability.

You know, in this world, it can be said that among the top immortal sects that have inherited a long history in the Middle Kingdom, there is probably no one who has such abilities.

What is the origin of this little monk?How can you master the skills that are integrated with the rules of heaven?
"The little monk has not mastered the rules of heaven."

Shen Budu, who landed safely, said lightly:
"It's the benefactor, your artistic conception is too weak, there is no way to compete with the punch of the little monk."

Shi Gui's unwilling figure gradually dissipated, he barely held on, and asked the last sentence.

"What is this punch called?"

"It's like my Buddha's presence."

The poet ghost seemed to be relieved, he looked up to the sky and laughed, his soul and body became more and more broken.

"It's like my Buddha's presence. It's like my Buddha's presence! Come on! Come on!"

After all, it completely disappeared.

The people at the scene who were overturned by the air wave fell into a deathly silence.

The powerhouse of the upper three realms, the legendary figure from 400 years ago, the poet ghost Lu Xuanji, died.

Moreover, he died in front of them in a way of soul flying away.

Whether it is a noble person like Taiping Princess Li Jinyue, a long-established figure like Lu Daru, or an ordinary academy student like Huang Kai.

just one thought,
unbelievable.

Yes, can't believe it.

No one could have imagined that Shi Gui had just defeated Dean Song who had forcibly raised his level by relying on a large formation. This kind of veteran powerhouse would die in such an unbelievable way, bringing this conflict to a complete end.

From Shen Budu stepping forward to killing Shi Gui with a punch from the sky.

It's just a few tens of breaths of time,
It's too short,
It's so short that it's unbelievable that it's all true.

A punch from the sky, a mushroom cloud formed by a violent explosion.

The power beyond imagination deeply shocked everyone present.

Even the calm Master Huang of Huang Erhe had grown his mouth for a long time and couldn't close it for a long time. He didn't even realize that his saliva was flowing out.

His son Huang Kai, thinking of his rudeness to the young monk and his ridiculous calculation, couldn't help feeling deeply afraid.

If the little monk wanted to kill him, he would have been reduced to ashes with just a snap of his fingers.

Shangguan Guan'er looked in surprise at the young monk whose robes were somewhat damaged in the distance, but still standing calmly. Even though he was as proud and arrogant as her, he had to admit that the young monk was indeed stronger than her, and much stronger.

At this moment, Princess Taiping, beside her, was in a somewhat complicated mood. Unlike Wu Lanshan, who jumped three feet high, Princess Taiping knew more things.

If it is that apprentice, it appears at this point in time, is it to
Princess Taiping shivered slightly, she suppressed the random thoughts in her heart, and walked towards the little monk.

As for the fat little Yi Yuzhong who was closer, the fat on his smiling face was about to take off.

Yi Yuzhong realized that by participating in the Liushang Poetry Conference this time, he probably met a great personage!

So young, so strong!There is no need to say "the future is his", it is basically, the present is his, right?
Shock, discussion, concern, love, envy, worship... all kinds of emotions, and so on.

At this moment, Princess Taiping, Li Jinyue, dressed in palace attire, moved forward.

Li Jinyue bowed solemnly to Shen Budu, and said softly.

"On behalf of the princes who participated in the Liushang Poetry Meeting, I would like to thank the mage for his rescue."

The people in the distance saw the incomparably noble Princess Taiping salute respectfully to this little monk, and they were shocked beyond measure.

It may be that I have been shocked too much today, and I have become a little numb, and some people even take it for granted.

Those who reacted quickly started to ask, who is this little monk who made the move, and which immortal sect did he come from?
Killing Shi Gui with one punch is well deserved,
——"One Punch Monk"!
If it wasn't for Da Neng's reincarnation and reconstruction, it can be said that there has never been such a terrifying genius in hundreds of years.

And as Lu Daru came to his senses and took the lead in saluting,
On the grass on both sides of the river and canal at the Liushang Poetry Association, there was a sound like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

"Thanks to the divine monk for saving me!"

(End of this chapter)