Supreme Medicinal God

This old monk should be the big man of Baiyun Temple!

Ye Feng heard the sound and glanced at Master Jingkong, and immediately determined that this guy was an ancient warrior in the later stage.

In the late days of the Celestial World, it was a very remarkable figure in the ancient martial arts world.

"You asked me for an argument, and I just planned to ask you for an argument..."

Ye Feng looked at Master Jingkong and shrugged casually, and then sneered: "You apprentice, seeing that I have good things in my body, I plan to snatch it without saying anything. Isn't it wrong to be beaten by me? And the monk at Baiyun Temple? , For two hundred dollars, it is difficult for others to be orphans and widows. Do you think they look like a monk?"

In a word, the monk's expression immediately became strange.

As Ye Feng said, in the eyes of the world, a monk should be compassionate.

But whether it was him, or the release of cold in Baiyun Temple, the work was really not linked to compassion.

"Amitabha, in this vein, we are practicing the Vajra Dharma Dharma, which is different from the secular Dharma. We must achieve our supreme karma with the suffering of all living beings!"

It's Master Kongjing, with no discoloration on his face, a calm and calm look, said calmly.

Lying trough, this old monk is shameless enough, this kind of saying is actually very embarrassing!

Ye Feng was dumbfounded, and in terms of shamelessness alone, this old monk could hardly compete with those Korean sticks!

"I'll give you what you want. Can you give me what I want?" After a calm smile, Master Jingkong looked at Ye Feng lightly and said: "I want to know, what method do you use, donate A healthy and healthy living person turned into poliomyelitis?"

"How do I know..." Ye Feng told the truth, shrugged casually, and said indifferently: "You didn't hear that day, this thing is a medical spirit, and it has nothing to do with me at all!"

"Ming Ren didn't tell secret words in front of him, whether it was condemnation or man-made, Lao Guan could still see this point!" How Master Jingkong could believe Ye Feng's words, raised his eyebrows and said coldly.

Within a few years, a disease was transferred to another person out of thin air. Although such a thing, Master Jingkong claimed to be well-known, it was also unheard of.

The more curious he is, the more he wants to know how Ye Feng did this.

And this mystery is of great significance to Buddha.As long as you can master this mystery and display it in front of the world, then it will make the world think that there is really a miracle in this world, which can attract a large number of believers.

In this way, the faith and wishfulness that the Buddhist disciples can absorb will increase with each passing day, which will also be of great benefit to him in enhancing his strength.

"Master has no time to grind your teeth with you. If you are here to apologize to Master, then hurry and say goodbye. If you are here to find something, don't hurry, Master!"

Ye Feng's lazy Master Chongjing rolled his eyes, disdainfully.

Tomorrow he will go to Goryeo. He is anxious to find Su Xiaoqin, but he has no time to waste time with the two monks.

"Apologize to you for your courtesy?" After hearing this, the Mingxin monk could not bear it anymore. After a disdainful smile, he sneered: "Ye Feng, put your ears up to hear clearly, I respect his old man as a heavenly class In the later period, if you want to survive, just give me a little honesty, what the old man asks, what do you honestly answer to me, and be less clever!"

"Late stage..." Ye Feng heard the sound and immediately appeared in a horrified look on his face, shrunk his arms and said: "It's awesome, so high cultivation, the master is so afraid..."

"Tell me to be honest if you are afraid!" The clear-hearted monk saw it, raised his chin, and looked proud.

In that way, it was as if he was cultivated in the late stage, not the headroom, but him.

"I was so afraid of such a powerful cultivation practice, but I was slapped to death with a slap, then the fun would be bigger..."

But at this moment, Ye Feng's death suddenly added nothing.

As soon as this sentence came out, the face of Master Jingkong, who had originally enjoyed Ye Feng's horrified performance, was immediately gloomy.

Slap in the late stage of the dead class, this kid is really the same as what he said in his heart, it is almost crazy!

"Want to slap dead old gang, I want to see if your head can withstand the slap of old gang!"

After a cold smile, Master Jingkong appeared like a ghost, and suddenly came to Ye Feng.

Very fast body style!

Ye Feng couldn't help but stunned. This Master of Clear Space's stature was arguably the fastest he had ever seen among all the ancient martial arts, second only to Luo Yanbu, who he practiced.

"The surnamed Ye is afraid. This is our unique method of Xuankong Temple. Once we cross the river, we respect his old man's cultivation to the point where he can easily cross the vast river with just a driftwood! , Hurry up and admit defeat, then give me honestly!"

The clear-hearted monk saw it, and immediately shouted with pride.

"Boy, eat Laoguan's palm!" At the same time, Master Jingkong's expression suddenly became solemn, and the eyebrows showed a compassionate color, and then took a palm to Ye Feng as a chest.

The incense is willing to breath?!

When the palm wind blew, Ye Feng immediately smelled a strange smell like sandalwood from Master Jingkong. This smell was exactly the same as the wishful force smell that was emitted from the crystal ball.

"The surnamed Ye, I let you know today. My master respects this palm, which is called the palm of great compassion and compassion, but it is the secret box-pressing technique of Xuankong Temple! This palm power is extraordinary, you can drop it once you drop it. People are sent into the West Heaven Bliss World, hence the name Great Compassion!"

The Mingxin monk seemed to be addicted to being a narrator, and after seeing Master Jingkong shot, he told Ye Feng the name of the trick.

After the words were spoken, the clear-hearted monk hugged his hands in front of his chest, his face eagerly looking forward, as if he had seen the clear sky fall, Ye Feng spit blood and fell to the ground.

What kind of shit is merciful, and the name of this thing is the same as the essence of these monks, with compassion in his mouth, but evil in his heart.

Ye Feng snorted coldly, and couldn't help but say that the backhand was the palm of his hand that was taken towards the clear sky.

boom!

It was too late, then fast, and in a blink of an eye, Ye Feng and Jingkong's palms met in the air. After a muffled sound, Ye Feng's five fingers didn't even tremble, and he firmly squeezed Jingkong's wrist!

what?!

As soon as this scene emerged, the conscious monk involuntarily gasped.

Under the mercy of Great Compassion, there was always only the soul of death, but today, Master's palm was actually caught by this kid!

(End of this chapter)