Peerless Headmaster

Chapter 628 Monk Huiheng
"Unexpectedly, the top few on the monthly list are here!"

"Han Jingkun actually showed up! He rarely appeared on such occasions before."

"This Ning Heng's face is really big, even these few people came out to watch the battle."

"Ahem, do you think Murong Chan is prettier or Shang Zhiyue is prettier?"

"Of course it's Murong Chan!"

"I, I think Shang Zhiyue is more beautiful!"

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The appearance of Han Jingkun and other people immediately raised the atmosphere of the scene to a higher level. Everyone in the Diziyuan looked at Han Jingkun and the other four, with deep awe in their eyes.

And the students of Xuanzi Academy also looked at Han Jingkun and the others one after another, with a bit of fear in their eyes.

Although the students of Xuanzi Academy looked down on the students of Dizi Academy, they did not dare to underestimate Han Jingkun and others. After all, Han Jingkun and his group were strong enough to compete with the top talents of Xuanzi Academy.

Standing in the martial field, Ning Heng also looked back, his eyes flicked over Luo Qiushan, Murongchan, and Shang Zhiyue one by one, and finally fell on the black robed man.

It just so happened that the black-robed man's eyes were also looking at Ning Heng. When the two of them made eye contact, Ning Heng's heart tightened. He actually felt the deep pressure from the black-robed man's gaze.

Although there was no communication, Ning Heng knew who this person was without even thinking about it.

Except for Han Jingkun, No. 1 in the monthly list, there is no other person in the whole Dizi Academy with his momentum.

Ning Heng has always wanted to see the No.1 demeanor of that month's list, but unfortunately he has never been able to. Today, he saw Han Jingkun, who was indeed as different as everyone said.

Han Jingkun's face was expressionless, and he only looked at Ning Heng slightly for a while, and then stopped paying attention, as if he didn't have much interest in Ning Heng.

"I didn't expect Brother Han to come here too. It really surprised me." Murong Chan walked up to Han Jingkun and smiled.

Han Jingkun said indifferently: "If you have nothing to do, let's take a look."

Murongchan smiled slightly: "I'm afraid Brother Han also thinks that this battle will be very exciting."

Han Jingkun didn't speak. He has always been taciturn, and he is not used to and doesn't like to talk to others.

Murong Chan looked at Ning Heng in the martial field, and said to herself: "I think he can catch up with us very quickly. As for today's competition, if there is no accident, Ning Heng will definitely win."

Han Jingkun frowned slightly, and said very coldly: "His strength is still far behind."

Murong Chan chuckled: "He is indeed still far behind, but you have to know how long he has been in the Holy Academy? In addition to the talent he showed when he was admitted to the hospital, it is a peerless talent, stronger than me, Given time, it will not be difficult to catch up with us."

Han Jingkun was silent again, as strong as him, he had to admit that Ning Heng's aptitude was truly astonishing. In terms of aptitude alone, none of them could compare to Ning Heng.

Even in the entire Imperial Court, there are not many people who can compare with Ning Heng's qualifications. Under the premise of possessing such qualifications, as long as one does not slack off, one's strength will naturally improve by leaps and bounds.

"Aptitude doesn't mean everything. Maybe before he catches up with us, he has already disappeared from everyone." Luo Qiushan came over suddenly and said.

Murong Chan frowned slightly, she could hear the rejection and hostility toward Ning Heng in Luo Qiushan's tone.

"He's right. Aptitude doesn't mean everything. His current level of strength is simply not enough. If he loses to the disciples of the Buddhist sect again, it will be a setback and he may never recover." Shang Zhiyue also said in a cold tone.

Murong Chan shook her head slightly, but did not argue.

At the same time, Huiheng, who has been coming late for a long time, finally shows up.

Wearing a blue monk robe, stepping on monk shoes, and hanging Buddhist beads, a young monk with an ordinary face walked slowly into the martial arts field with steady steps.

As soon as he appeared, the Buddhist disciples present all showed respect and bowed to him.

And the missionaries of the other three religions also showed serious expressions.

"Amitabha, little monk Hui Heng, you have kept Benefactor Ning and you all waiting for a long time." Hui Heng recited the Buddha's name and said lightly.

Ning Heng looked intently at this monk Huiheng, at first glance he felt that this Huiheng was unattractive, nothing special at all, just like a very ordinary monk.

But upon closer inspection, Ning Heng couldn't help but feel a shudder in his heart. Huiheng's eyes seemed to have some kind of strange power, making his mind in a trance for a moment.

Huiheng is also looking at Ning Heng at the moment, his eyes are very calm, his expression is serene, as if he doesn't eat fireworks.

"Your Excellency is Benefactor Ning?" Hui Heng asked.

Ning Heng nodded.

Hui Heng said again: "This battle is related to the ownership of my Buddhist secret law. I hope that Benefactor Ning can go all out, and the little monk will also do his best to defeat Benefactor Ning."

Ning Heng smiled: "Don't say it so nicely, it's your Buddhist sect messing around all the time, I don't want to waste energy with you bald heads at all."

Hui Heng's expression was calm, and he was not angry at all because of Ning Heng's words.

The white-haired old man also came forward, looked at Ning Heng and Hui Heng, and asked: "If there is no problem, you can start when the old man leaves the martial arts field."

Ning Heng hummed, and Hui Heng recited the Buddha's name, both saying that there was no problem.

Even if the white-haired old man pulled back, he stood outside the martial field in the blink of an eye. At the same time, a light curtain rose on the edge of the martial field, isolating the martial field from the outside world, preventing outsiders from interfering, and even preventing the two from fighting. The remaining power spread to people outside the martial field.

However, the two people in the martial field did not make a move immediately, they still stood there looking at each other.

"Ning benefactor, let's do it first." Huiheng said.

Ning Heng frowned: "Are you sure?"

Hui Heng smiled slightly, and stood there with his palms folded, as if letting Ning Heng make a move.

Ning Heng let out a snort, but he was also not polite. With a single movement of his footsteps, he punched out a punch containing [-]% strength, and came straight towards Hui Heng with the force of the punch.

Having experienced physical tempering on the first floor of the trial tower, the strength of Ning Heng's punch can be described as extremely strong, even warriors with eight or nine layers of divine bones would feel threatened.

But monk Huiheng stood there motionless, still maintaining the posture of clasping his hands together, and didn't even blink his eyes.

Fist strength struck, suddenly golden light lit up, and a huge golden bell shrouded Huiheng's body, making a thumping sound.

boom~~~
The bell rang, and all the power of Ning Heng's punch was poured on the golden bell, and the shadow of the golden bell shook immediately, while Hui Heng, who stood under the light and shadow of the golden bell, was unscathed, not even a single bit of fist strength None of it fell on him.

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