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After more than an hour's flight, the plane landed slowly at Los Angeles Airport. Jiang Feng walked out of the airport and hailed a taxi to head to downtown Los Angeles.

Jiang Feng came to Los Angeles this time to see the trial meeting of the twelve cultivating families for one purpose, and the other purpose was the Chankong Temple.

Pei Yuanshan once obtained a magic weapon from Master Wu Wu of Chankong Temple, which was the Jade Buddha that Pei Ruoxi wore around his neck. Before the Twelve Families Trial Meeting started, he planned to go to Chankong Temple first to see if he could gain something.

The taxi stopped near Chankong Temple, Jiang Feng paid the fare, got out of the car, and walked slowly towards Chankong Temple.

"An ancient martial artist?"

After walking a few steps, Jiang Feng frowned slightly when he felt the aura of a middle-aged man passing by. He didn't expect to meet an ancient martial arts practitioner so easily.

However, the middle-aged man's strength is not strong, only about Huang level cultivation base, of course, that's just not strong enough for Jiang Feng, but for ordinary people, one is enough to sweep the whole area.

Then Jiang Feng soon discovered that the closer he was to Dechankong Temple, the more ancient martial arts practitioners he met.

"Walking this way, it's about two kilometers away. At least ten ancient martial arts practitioners can be seen. This level of concentration is impossible even in Yanjing." Jiang Feng muttered to himself.

The ancient martial arts practitioners he met were not very strong, and the highest one was around the early Xuan level, but he met so many in just ten minutes, which inevitably attracted Jiang Feng's attention.

"The Trial Conference of the Twelve Cultivation Clans will start in a few days. This pair of ancient martial arts practitioners should be regarded as the last event. I think it has attracted many people, but even so, it seems that I still underestimated the earth. The potential of the lineage and the number of ancient martial arts practitioners are not as small as I imagined. The reason why I think there are few is because I have encountered relatively few." Jiang Feng said in his heart.

"Moreover, looking at the strength of the three major hermit families, it is not difficult to imagine that among the ancient martial arts practitioners, there are also powerful existences. I don't know the strength of the heads of the twelve cultivation families." Jiang Feng walked thinking.

According to Shui Qingqian, the cultivation conference is a grand gathering among young people. Once every ten years, six months before the trial meeting, the best children will be sent out to walk in the world, looking for the children scattered in the three northeastern provinces. The audit token inside.

Calculating the time, the battle for tokens in the early stage should be almost over. At this time, those younger generations who participated in the trial should all return to Los Angeles, but I don't know if they will meet.

Jiang Feng had already met a few of the younger generation who participated in the trial, namely Shui Qingqian, Xu Zhikuan and Zi Ling.

"I ran into Ziling at Yanjing Airport. It seems that Ziling rushed back to Los Angeles from another place. I just don't know how many tokens Ziling has obtained, but with her strength, the harvest should not be too bad." Jiang Feng said.

Thinking all the way like this, Chankong Temple soon appeared in Jiang Feng's sight.

Chankong Temple is not the kind of temple with a certain scale, and it can even be said to be a bit dilapidated. The reason, Jiang Feng thought, was partly due to the lack of faith in this era.

People lose their faith, do not believe in common people and do not respect ghosts and gods. They think they have a good understanding of the truth of the universe, but they don't know that those truths are just a part of the original world.

As for the so-called science, in Jiang Feng's cognition, it is actually just a means of knowing the world. This method is not the only one. Comprehension is also a means of knowing the world, but the starting point of the two is different. The same, which is better, which is not clear for the time being.

The Chankong Temple is very small, and the gate is also small, but the smell of incense can still be smelled. Jiang Feng stepped into the gate of the temple, and a young monk was cleaning the fallen leaves in the yard.

Seeing Jiang Feng appear, the little monk clasped his hands together and asked, "What's the matter for the benefactor?"

Jiang Feng said: "I'm here to find Master Wu, please lead the way."

"Another one came to see Master Wuwu." The little monk muttered softly, and said, "Master has closed the door to thank guests recently, and the benefactor may have to make a trip in vain."

"Oh?" Jiang Feng frowned. He didn't expect it to be so unfortunate. Hearing what the little monk said, it should be a recent event that Master Wu thanked guests behind closed doors. Could it be because there were too many people to visit?

As soon as the idea came up, I heard footsteps, accompanied by a slightly stern voice: "Damn old bald donkey, it's too embarrassing, even you dare to reject Mr. Qiao Besides, I think this Chankong Temple doesn’t want to open the door anymore.”

"Okay, don't talk too much." Then, another voice came, the voice was proud, and it was obvious that a trace of displeasure could be heard.

The person who spoke before said again: "Young Master Qiao, it's because you have a good temper, don't care too much about that old bald donkey, otherwise if you change someone, maybe even the gate of this temple will be demolished."

The speaker's voice was loud and unscrupulous, Jiang Feng could hear it clearly from a distance away, and the little monk naturally heard it too.

The little monk's cultivation base was obviously not enough, his face turned pale with anger, and he said loudly: "Shut up, all of you, in the pure place of Buddhism."

Three figures came out from a corner. The one in the front was a young man in a white suit. His face was like a jade crown, his temperament was elegant, and he had a bit of chic air. He was obviously called Young Master Qiao. that.

Behind Qiao Shao, there were two middle-aged men, one tall and one short, but at the moment, the faces of the two were not very good-looking, especially the tall middle-aged man, with a very gloomy face, said in a cold voice: "Little monk, Are you looking for death? Do you know who you are talking to. "

The young monk's face became even paler, and he said, "You shouldn't speak ill of the master, the master will be unhappy."

"What kind of bullshit master is not a master? When we are happy, we call him a master. When we are unhappy, he is nothing." The tall middle-aged man said sinisterly.

He felt that he had a bit of status, and this little monk actually told them to shut up, which made him very upset. In addition, because Master Wu Wu refused them, he had long been suffocated, and he was worried that he had no place to vent. Now Naturally, he lost his good face.

He was so imposing and oppressive that the young monk's face turned pale, but he still said: "You talk about the master's right and wrong, this is very disrespectful behavior, and you will go to hell."

The little monk was very angry and his body was shaking, but he had a strong obsession. Jiang Feng saw it and appreciated it.

"I think you are looking for death." The tall middle-aged man didn't hear such words, he moved his feet and rushed to the little monk.

In front of him, he raised his hand and slapped the little monk on the face.

"Why are you so angry in a pure place of Buddhism." Jiang Feng smiled lightly, and casually reached out to slap away the hand that the tall middle-aged man had slapped.

"Do you dare to stop me? Do you want to die?" The tall middle-aged man said with staring eyes.

Jiang Feng's face darkened, and with a movement of his wrist, he slapped him out, directly slapping him back a few steps.

Jiang Feng shot too fast, the tall middle-aged man didn't even see how Jiang Feng shot, he felt a strong attack on his face and slapped him back. Naturally, even if he saw how Jiang Feng shot, he would It was impossible to block Jiang Feng's slap.

"You dare to hit me?" The tall middle-aged man was furious. In a flash, he rushed to Jiang Feng and punched Jiang Feng in the head. He swore that he would beat Jiang Feng to his knees and beg for mercy.

Jiang Feng didn't even look at it, and gave another slap casually, no matter how fierce his offensive was, he couldn't avoid being slapped back. Naturally, the force of this slap was three points heavier than the first slap, directly The tall middle-aged man was slapped flying, and he knocked his head on the floor, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Qiao Shao knew the strength of the tall middle-aged man, but he couldn't even bear Jiang Feng's two slaps, which made Qiao Shao's face look a little gloomy.

"Who are you?" Young Master Qiao looked at Jiang Feng and said, Jiang Feng took the tall middle-aged man to such a level with two slaps, maybe he could do it too, but he definitely couldn't do it lightly like Jiang Feng, which made him He really felt Jiang Feng's strength, but even so, his heart was already burning with anger.

"You don't have to worry about who I am. If you don't want to humiliate yourself, you should leave as soon as possible." Jiang Feng waved his hand. He was new here, and he had no interest in causing trouble. Forget it, as for Young Master Qiao, although he doesn't look like a good person at first glance, as long as he doesn't offend him, he has no interest in making a move.

"Damn it, do you know who you're talking to?" Before Qiao Shao could speak, the short middle-aged man jumped out and said.

Jiang Feng smiled, and said lightly: "It seems that you hold your own identities and think that you are very special, but unfortunately, in my eyes, you are nothing, and that's all I have to say. In one minute, from me Disappear in front of your eyes, or you will bear the consequences."

Jiang Feng's words were not at all fireworks, but judging from the fact that his two slaps stunned the tall middle-aged man, it was definitely not easy to provoke. The short middle-aged man was about as strong as the tall middle-aged man, and he knew that he could not be Jiang Feng's opponent, even if he made a move, would be nothing more than humiliating himself, but no matter how he swallowed this bad breath, his face was full of rage for a while.

Compared to the rage of the short middle-aged man, Young Master Qiao seemed a little calm and calm, and said word by word: "If you think you can be arrogant in front of me with a little strength, you are making a mistake. I lost my partner, I am in a bad mood, I don’t want to talk nonsense with you, I kowtow three times, and then disappear from my face, maybe I can pretend that nothing happened.”