Peerless Martial Soul

"Oh, I should have thought of it long ago. My Shifang Jungle is to occupy the entire Dragon Vein Continent's Buddhism heritage. Except for the Shifang Jungle, the Dragon Vein Continent does not allow any temples or any Buddhist influence. They are really overbearing."

Next to him was a huge man with a dark complexion and a height of seven or eight meters like an iron tower. His voice was as loud as a Hong Zhong.

He laughed and said, "The stronger your teacher is, the more unscrupulous your master can be outside. Isn't that what you want?"

"Yes, that's what I hope. To live forever is to be arrogant and reckless, otherwise, what's the point of achieving longevity?"

The white-clothed monk smiled and said, "But, you have to be arrogant and you have to survive. When your strength is weak, the master is very important."

"Shifang Jungle is one of the eight powers of the Dragon Vein Continent, and it is the first inheritance of Buddhism. The strong inside is like a cloud. The reason why I worshipped in it was to avoid being angry."

"Even if I provoke something and provoke someone who can't be offended, when people hear that I am from the jungle of Shifang, most of them will be open. This is arrogant capital!"

He was speaking shamelessly, but his face was extraordinarily straightforward.

Everyone laughed and praised: "The master is brilliant."

"But well," the white-clothed monk continued: "It's not enough to rely on a strong backing, you have to be strong."

"I entered the Shifang Jungle just to get their heritage and to be able to set foot on the supreme peak!"

The white monk said domineeringly.

"But it's a pity," he said with a sigh after thinking for a moment: "Shifang Jungle, it's really amazing, and its level is too high."

"I tried my best to win Master's favor, and I was finally able to be included in the gate wall, but with my Nine-Star Martial King's strength, I can only be the lowest third-class little novice monk in white!"

"It's like the palm print of a hundred miles in the radius. If I see it right, this should be caused by the extreme practice of the 136 stunts of my ten-point jungle. as a result of."

He sighed and said, "When will I be able to practice such a stunt!"

"Now I don't even have the qualifications to enter the ancient Buddhist scripture cave."

It turned out that this person turned out to be from the Shifang Jungle, and among all the monks in the Shifang Jungle, the lowest and weakest ordinary third-class white-robed novice monk.

You know, his existence in the Shifang Jungle is only qualified to clean the courtyard and pour tea and water to the eminent monks.

But even such the lowest ten-fang jungle flute has the powerful ability to make the three eight-star martial king peak masters willing to work for it and willing to be driven by him.

This is the toughness of the Shifang Jungle. A person who comes out and puts it in the Tianyuan Dynasty will be a super master!

Seeing that his mood seemed a little depressed, the glamorous woman said, "There are good and bad in the ten-point jungle, but it is still much better."

The other two naturally nodded.

The cold girl hurriedly staggered the topic and said with a smile: "This is within the Tianyuan Dynasty. I heard that in this desert, there was a mysterious Big Tianlong Temple. I originally wanted to invite you to visit, but the result..."

The white-clothed monk asked, "Destroyed?"

The cold woman nodded and said: "Yes, yesterday I asked someone to inquire, and it turns out that the Datianlong Temple has disappeared for thousands of years. It must have been destroyed by the Shifang Jungle."

The white-clothed monk was talking and laughing with them. Suddenly, his expression suddenly became awe-inspiring, he got up solemnly, and immediately sat cross-legged, his hands clasped together, and his expression was extremely solemn.

For an instant, it seemed to be a great monk.

His ears were constantly shaking, as if he was listening to something, very carefully.

Seeing him like this, the three of them didn't dare to bother at all, and didn't dare to let out the atmosphere beside them.

After a long time, the white-clothed monk showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and the tension on his face disappeared.

He sighed lightly, looked at the three of them, there was a hint of excitement on his face, and even his voice was a little trembling: "Unexpectedly, my luck is really good enough!"

The glamorous woman hurriedly asked, "Master, is there anything good?"

"Haha, it's really a great thing!"

The white-clothed monk smiled and said, "A powerful power in the sect has sent a message to let me kill someone."

"After killing this person, it will be of great benefit to me. I can even upgrade two levels one after another to become a first-class orange-clothed novice monk!"

"Even, I can go into the ancient Buddhist censorship cave to choose a cheat book!"

"Oh, there is such a huge benefit?" The three of them all took a breath!

"Furthermore, this task is very simple. It is just to kill a person, and it is to kill a very weak and weak person."

"I have received his information. This person, named Chen Feng, is just the Six-Star Wuwang. In front of me, he is like an ant, who will be easily crushed by me."

The white-clothed monk rubbed his fingers, smiled and said, "It's like this."

"The opponent's strength is weak, and the rewards are generous. Originally, this task was impossible for me, but it is a pity that Shifang Jungle is too far away from the Tianyuan Dynasty. It is impossible to send someone temporarily."

"And it just so happened that I was in the Yuan Dynasty again, so I fell on me, hahahaha!"

He let out a triumphant laugh, and the three of them were overjoyed and said one after another: "Congratulations, Master, congratulations, Master!"

There was a proud look on their faces: "In this Tianyuan Dynasty, you want to kill someone. Isn't it simple? With your master's strength, even if you want to go to the Tianyuan Dynasty's imperial capital, killing is easy."

"In such a remote country, what master can stop you, the master?"

They are all extremely arrogant, and they didn't put the people of Tianyuan Dynasty in their eyes.

"Let's go, it's time to kill someone!" The white-clothed monk patted his clothes and stood up.

As if he could perceive something, he went straight in the direction of Chen Feng. The speed of the four of them seemed unpleasant, but in fact they had appeared far away in an instant.

At this time, Chen Feng and Han Yuer were naturally unaware of this.

Chen Feng is now heading in the direction of the ancient city of Shenying. He is going here for Uncle Dao.

Since Uncle Dao was caught by the Great Colosseum in the ancient city of Shenying, he has suffered from such illnesses. Chen Feng went to the Colosseum this time to find a way to treat Uncle Dao’s illness. Secondly, it was to seek justice for Uncle Dao.