Supreme Medicinal God

Mo Lingshan, who came behind Grandpa, made a grimace at Ye Feng and despised: "Cheater, just like you really have ten united dan, you think united dan is Chinese cabbage, A few dollars a catty wholesale."

Ye Feng suddenly raised her hand, so terrified Mo Lingshan's eyes revealed, and quickly ran to the grandfather, I was really afraid that Ye Feng would hit her ass.

Ye Feng raised his hand, but he didn't want to hit Mo Lingshan's ass, but scratched his ear, looked at Mo Lingshan proudly, the girl was honest, next time you dare to yell at me, I will spank you.

It would be interesting to deceive Mr. Mo Da’s Fang Cunshan’s head with ten pieces of one in one, but Mr. Mo Da’s cleverness is not tricky.

With the sound of the Buddha's number, Master Chi Kong sat on the rostrum and folded his hands together: "Amitabha, the poor monk is late, and all the suzerains are well."

Master Zhikong glanced at Ye Feng, his eyes became complicated, and quietly asked Mr. Mo Da: "Mr. Mo Da, have you seen that Ye Feng?"

Not only have I seen it, but also secretly contested it, Mr. Mo Da didn't move, but his heart was secretly helpless. This kid, unfathomable, is really a headache.

Mr. Mo Da was amazed at the heart, but there was no dew on the face, with a slight sarcasm: "I have seen it, but it is just a young man with good luck, got some elixir, and quickly improved his skills, just like an upstart , Suddenly got a lot of money, but always an upstart."

Master Chi Kong's voice was a little more irritated: "He abolished the martial arts of several disciples in my temple, and it was too deceiving. The old monk wanted to find him for revenge, but my Buddha was compassionate, and the old monk didn't want to be strong and weak. By comparison, I will decide with him another victory."

Mr. Mo Da's eyes showed contempt. The monk did not want to seek revenge, but lacked this strength.

Although Ye Feng can't see Xiu as the realm, it is certain that Xiu is never weaker than the mid-congenital realm. You don't want to bully the weak, but you can't beat others.

Sensing Mr. Mo Da's eyes were sharp, Master Zhi Kong had a fever on his face, and he even smiled bitterly, "Sai Zai, Shan Zai, the monk should not commit wailing, the Buddha said, I will not go to hell, who will go to hell."

The head of Chongxu Road next to him, thinking that his brother Lingxu was killed by Ye Feng, could not help but be at odds with his enemies.

He greeted Mr. Mo Da first, and then said with a concerned face to Master Zen Kong: "Ah, Ye Feng is really too vicious. He abolished your disciples' practice, and how many years of practice was destroyed, it was more than killing them. To be uncomfortable, Master Chi Kong, it’s so compassionate, if I look to him for revenge now."

Zen Master Chi Kong was very enthusiastic and he thanked the head of the virtual Dao with his hands and bowed: "Amitabha, Dao is also the heart of the Bodhisattva."

A glorious look flashed in the eyes of Chongxu Dao, and a look of sympathy appeared: "Master, this kid has been inherited by the innocent man. The skill is unpredictable. If you want to avenge, you must use all your strength. Otherwise, you may not be able to beat him. Your magic weapon of Xuankong Temple may not work, cough, I am not saying that you can’t beat him, but I want to remind you that this kid is too powerful."

"Amitabha, Tao Chang made sense."

From the tone of Chongxu Daochang, Mr. Mo Da heard the guilty of hiding, and could not help but glance at Chongxu Daochang. Chongxu Daochang found that Mr. Mo Da was looking at himself, and he smiled guiltyly, and dared not squeak again.

His tricks can conceal Master Zhi Kong, but he cannot escape Mr. Mo Da's eyes.

"Mr. Mo Da, I haven't seen you in a long time. How might I be in the near future?"

Yue Zhuoqun looked at Mr. Mo Da with a smile on his face. Mr. Mo Da didn't answer, but just looked cold and nodded lightly. A disdainful expression flashed in the tiger's eyes.

Among the many ancient martial arts schools in China, what Mr. Mo Da disliked most was Fu Qianfan, the lord of the earth sect. Fu Qianfan brutally plundered the female Yin Yuan, condensed the Yinsha, and left the door, the most inferior, and the second one was Yue Zhuoqun.

Yue Zhuoqun's personality is ruthless, and the people underneath are robbing everywhere, looting elixir, robbing beasts, robbing people. As long as there are valuable things, Taiyimen will rob.

In Mo Da's eyes, Yue Zhuoqun is a robber leader. The better place than Fu Qianfan is that he has not plundered the female Yin Yuan and is kind.

Seeing that Mr. Mo Da didn't like to take care of himself, Yue Zhuoqun's eyes flashed cold.

The ancient martial arts in the world all look at Fang Cunshan as the leader. Fang Cunshan is something. It’s not that it’s older, it’s more immortal, and it won’t take long. Our Taiyimen can surpass your Fangcun Mountain.

Yue Zhuoqun smiled indignantly: "Since everyone is here, then I am ready to start to name myself."

Holding a brand new IPAID in his hand, Yue Zhuoqun cleared his throat and began to name: "Are the disciples of Xuankong Temple here?"

From the northwest corner of the top of the mountain, a neat and loud Buddha number came: "Amitabha, disciples of Xuankong Temple arrived."

Ye Feng's gaze rested on the disciples of Xuankong Temple in the northwest corner. These monks who practiced Zen Buddhism were indeed somewhat different from mortals.

Temple rules are strict, discipline is strict, Xuankong Temple disciples uniformly dressed in yellow monk clothes, lined up neatly, all looked serious, without a word, standing quietly in the northwest corner, waiting for the beginning of the ancient Wu Dabi.

Ye Feng sighed secretly, but the good and bad among the Buddhas, that is, there are good monks and villains, which tarnished the Buddha's pure land, and the master of the wisdom sky Zen teacher is short in nature, listening to bias, not knowing the good and evil of human nature.

"Did the disciples of Shangqingmen come?"

"Arrived."

A loud answer came from the southeast corner, neat and loud.

The disciples of the Shangqing Gate were also uniformly dressed. The disciples of the Qing Dynasty under the gate were all blue and yellow fish robes. The curled hair was inserted with hairpins and had a three-foot sword.

Although the Chongxu Dao is long and hypocritical, the disciples under the door are all sturdy, full of spirit, and quite a bit of the taste of the Xianfeng Dao.

"What about Fang Cunshan's disciples?"

"Arrived. "

The disciples of Fang Cunshan, led by Mr. Mo, responded like spring thunder, which caused people's ears to numb and resounded through the sky.

Most of the disciples of Fang Cunshan practiced the wind and thunder, and the collective outburst came out like a thunder on the ground. Before the ancient Wu Dabi started, their momentum overwhelmed everyone.

Some of the Taiyimen disciples who were close by were frightened. Under the influence of the patriarch Yue Zhuoqun, the disciples secretly regarded Fang Cunshan as a competitor. They looked displeased and scorned contemptuously: "Scream, the ancient martial arts competition is no louder ."

"It's not necessarily that you have a high voice."

"Students are favored."

"Did the disciples at the Flower Palace arrive?"

"Arrived."

A sound resembling the sound of the cuckoo yingyan, although no other martial arts sound is neat and loud, but the most beautiful and attractive.

(End of this chapter)