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Chapter 307 The Uninvited Guest

Originally thought that Wen Tao would be able to roughly read the books left by Wutuba soon, but the crazy monk never expected that Wen Tao would take a full three hours to read.

Looking at the gradually darkening sky outside, the crazy monk closed his eyes slightly, clasped his palms together and uttered the Buddha's name, and was about to go back to the cave to remind Wen Tao that it was getting late.

Suddenly, a burst of wanton laughter suddenly came from the distant opposite mountain peak. The sound passed through the heavy clouds and mist, but it remained condensed and did not disperse, echoing continuously in the mountain.

The crazy monk's eyes shrank suddenly, he was very familiar with this laughter, decades ago, it was this laughter that turned him from the favorite of heaven to the target of public criticism.

"Lu Qianzhong." The crazy monk stared at the iron chain and squeezed out three words.

Accompanied by the three words of the mad monk gnashing his teeth, a black figure flew across the iron chain among the clouds, like a falcon, without slowing down his footsteps at all because of the dark sky and the subtle iron chain.

Clothes were fluttering, Lu Qianzhong was pacing slowly on the iron rope like a stroll in a garden, but Lu Qianzhong's seemingly slow pace, but every step out was more than ten feet away from the previous step.

Lu Qianzhong's eyes were burning. After 30 years, he finally waited for this opportunity. The crazy monk is going to die, Wen Tao is going to die too, and the bamboos and silks left by Wutuba are all mine!
Looking at the face of the mad monk through layers of clouds, Lu Qianzhong couldn't help showing a sneer on his face. The world regarded him as a successful man 30 years ago, but this kind of success is very important to Lu Qianzhong. It was a great insult. It was his idea to let his wife lead the mad monk into the trap step by step, but he never thought that his beautiful and proud wife, not only failed to let the mad monk fall into the trap, The gentle trap was actually attracted by the mad monk. After returning from the desert, he was no longer willing to deal with the mad monk, and he was against himself everywhere, preventing himself from attacking the mad monk. However, he succeeded in ruining the mad monk and returning to the devil after victory. While teaching, what greeted him was the sad news of his wife jumping off a cliff and dying.

In the past 30 years, Lu Qianzhong has been thinking about killing the crazy monk all the time. If fighting for world hegemony is his greatest wish, then the crazy monk is the most deep-rooted demon in his heart.

Between the two, there is destined to be a war!
The crazy monk looked at the figure that was getting closer and closer. Even though he was shrouded in the black robe, the crazy monk could see through the black robe and see the sinister smile on the man's face.

"Senior, what happened?" Wen Tao came out of the cave with a solemn face, stood beside the mad monk, and asked in a deep voice.

Just now immersed in Wutuba's battle perception, Wen Tao felt like a sponge that was never satisfied, absorbing all the knowledge he could accept.

However, the good times didn't last long, and this mysterious feeling only lasted for a very short time. When Wen Tao was thinking deeply about a certain battle between Wutuba and the world's number one swordsman, a burst of arrogant laughter suddenly came from his ears. The sound disturbed him and pulled him out of that mysterious sense of immersion, but it also shocked his blood.

"Lu Qianzhong is here." The crazy monk gently pushed Wen Tao back, blocking Wen Tao's body.

"Lu Qianzhong." Wen Tao narrowed his eyes slightly. Wen Tao still hadn't forgotten the fact that he was almost killed by Lu Qianzhong's sneak attack eight days ago. In addition, he had learned a lot of combat experience from Wutuba's books, and now he burst into tears. There was a feeling of eagerness to try, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, wanting to fight Lu Qianzhong.

Sensing Wen Tao's strangeness, the crazy monk didn't make a sound. In fact, even if Wen Tao didn't make a move, the crazy monk would fight Lu Qianzhong to the death. It had nothing to do with honor, but just for revenge.

"A lunatic, a fool, why, you two also want to stop me from unifying the world?" Lu Qianzhong taunted while standing on the shaky iron chain like a pine.

"Lu Qianzhong, it's been 30 years. I've been waiting for this day for a long time. Stop talking nonsense and take my life!" The mad monk's tongue was like thunder, he shouted angrily, and his body was like lightning, and he rushed out.

Wen Tao was surprised, he didn't expect the crazy monk to do it as soon as he said it.

Lu Qianzhong obviously did not expect the crazy monk to be so emotional, but the more he was like this, the happier the smile on Lu Qianzhong's face bloomed.

The mad monk lost control of his emotions, which meant that he was in a mess. An opponent whose mind was in a mess couldn't be called an opponent anymore.

Lu Qianzhong laughed loudly, pushed lightly with his right palm, and a three-foot-thick wall of air suddenly appeared in front of him, almost stopping the crazy monk with a wave of his palm.

"Come again!" The crazy monk didn't talk nonsense, he withdrew his palms and exerted strength, bullied himself and went up again, a pair of fleshy palms were like two laser daggers, shining brightly, one up and down, one forward and one thick, like butterflies flying among flowers , unrestrained and elegant, but without losing strength.

For the first time, Lu Qianzhong showed a dignified look on his face, no longer the previous arrogance, but flew lightly, landed on the Tianjue Peak, down-to-earth, and took the crazy monk's palm abruptly.

There was a dull sound when the palms were handed over, and a majestic zhenqi exploded around the place where the two palms met as the center.

Wen Tao took seven or eight steps straight back, his face was hurt by the rolled up branches and leaves, and a trace of surprise could not help but appear in his eyes.

I had already magnified the strength of the two of them without limit in my heart, but I still didn't expect that what these two showed was far beyond my estimation.

As the most outstanding genius in the Shaolin Temple for hundreds of years, the mad monk is naturally accomplished in Buddhism. However, the mad monk is most famous not for his Buddhism, but for his martial arts.

The crazy monk who has practiced martial arts since childhood, his attainments in martial arts are more advanced than Buddhism. Among the 72 unique skills in Shaolin, the crazy monk is proficient in at least ten kinds, and a little bit more than forty kinds, which can be used to fight against the enemy. , nearly sixty species.

What kind of concept is it that one person can learn 72 of the [-] unique skills of Shaolin? I am afraid that throughout the ages, except for the crazy monk, no one can learn [-] unique skills.

What's more, these sixty unique skills can be used to face the enemy, instead of saying that you are proficient in a certain martial arts after a cursory scan.

However, even the crazy monk who knows sixty kinds of unique skills still falls into a disadvantage when facing Lu Qianzhong who knows the magic of blood.

As a forbidden method of the Demon Cult for thousands of years, the blood-absorbing divine method is far superior to the sixty unique skills of the crazy monk in terms of power and ability.

The mad monk's left palm swayed softly, as if thousands of hands were moving up and down at the same time, like Avalokitesvara with thousands of hands. This palm was taller than Lu Qianzhong's entire body. If he slapped it on the real place, Lu Qianzhong would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

Faced with the Tathagata Chiba's hand in the 72 stunts, Lu Qianzhong did not hesitate at all, his white hair danced wildly without wind, and his scarlet eyes revealed a domineering look at the world.

(End of this chapter)