Chapter 220 Who to call the benefactor?
"Haha, you are responsible for the consequences. You are worthy of saying this. Your aura is very scattered. It seems that your realm is only at the Xuan level."
"I just gave you the opportunity. If you don't cherish it, then don't blame me for being ruthless."
Zhiming snorted coldly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Chen Feng glanced at the eighteen Dong people. These people were either at the peak of the Huang level, or they had already reached the Xuan level.
No wonder I dare to say that it can reach battlefield level.
The gap between each major realm is huge. The higher the level of monks, the more people they have, often cannot make up for this gap.
"Who is Huijing of yours? Let him come out and talk to me. I don't want to fight with you."
Chen Feng said calmly, it doesn't matter if these people can fight at the Earth level, it's not like he has never killed Earth-level experts.
However, these words sounded extremely arrogant to Zhiming's ears.
Yuantong Temple's Eighteen Dong Formation is very famous throughout China. It is remarkable that they can compete with a realm larger than themselves just by relying on their numbers.
This is also a capital that Yuantong Temple has always been proud of. If the realm of the eighteen Dong people is composed of Xuan level and Earth level, Zhantian level will not be a problem.
"Uncle Huijing, how can you scream? Well, since you don't know how to lift, let's see if your fist is strong enough."
Zhiming gave a soft drink, and then the eighteen Dong people immediately formed an array.
"Yixue, you go out first."
Chen Feng said softly.
Tang Yixue and Ji Xueman quickly left the hall and came to the door.
The door was slowly closed, and you couldn't see what was happening inside. There was no movement at all.
"I heard that a year ago, a powerful warrior also came to Yuantong Temple to challenge Master Huijing. Guess what happened."
Ji Xueman became more and more excited as she talked, "That warrior was beaten by eighteen Dong people and had four legs broken, and then was thrown out of the temple. Now he is still begging for a living..."
Tang Yixue was shocked and worried, "Will something happen to him?"
"It goes without saying that he can still defeat the Shibahe Dong people. Those are all powerful warriors."
Inside the temple.
Chen Feng stood with his hands behind his hands, looking calmly at the eighteen Dong people in front of him with a calm expression.
"Old monk Huijing, get out of here."
Chen Feng shouted loudly.
With the blessing of true energy, his voice echoed throughout Yuantong Temple.
"Arrogant, how can you call Master Uncle Huijing directly and start the formation?"
Zhiming gave a soft drink, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.
"drink!"
With a soft shout, the eighteen Dong people began to change their formation and began to circle around Chen Feng. They seemed to be spinning in circles, but in fact they hid murderous intent.
Once there is any flaw in Chen Feng, he will be attacked by eighteen Dong people at the same time.
"If you can make me move even half a step, you win and I'll give you half a stick of incense."
Chen Feng said calmly, and gently twisted the unburned incense on the ground. Half a stick of incense was rekindled, and he waved it casually and inserted it on the wall.
"Huh, okay, just wait to die."
With a look of disdain on his face, Zhiming came to Chen Feng in an instant and "kicked the ground". His fists made a "pop-pop" sound, and the wind roared and hit Chen Feng's door in front of him.
Seeing that Chen Feng didn't even want to avoid it, a feeling of pride immediately flashed through his heart.
It seems frivolous, but in fact he is just a clown.
But, the next moment, his pupils suddenly widened.
This extremely fast punch actually missed, and lightly struck Chen Feng's ear.
"impossible."
A look of surprise flashed in Zhiming's eyes, but he was a well-trained monk after all, so he immediately launched a second round of offensive.
After the Eighteen Dong people began to change their formations, they finally launched their second round of attacks. Two to three people formed a group, forming a horn formation from three sides.
After the first round of attacks came out, he quickly retreated, and the second round of attacks behind him came out almost at the same time.
In this way, there is no gap between offense and defense.
"Combined attack!"
"The world is destroyed by thunder."
Zhiming gave a soft drink, and the eyes of the eighteen Dong people flashed a cold light at the same time.
"kill!"
The Dong people shouted softly at the same time, spider web cracks were stepped on the ground, and Dong people's fists came from all directions.
"Immortal picture, body protection."
Chen Feng shouted softly, and all the power of Xiantu exploded instantly, blocking the blow.
There are Dong fists on his head, chest, and back.
The fist hit the body and said "Boom!"
The sound was like muffled thunder.
If it were an ordinary earth-level strongman, this move would be enough to kill him.
But Chen Feng not only received the inheritance of the Immortal Lord, but also received the blessing of great luck, and obtained heaven-defying divine objects such as the Divine Refining Cauldron and the Immortal Picture.
"Your internal organs are all broken, how long will you last?"
Zhiming sneered, a cruel look flashed in his eyes.
This is the power of the Dong formation. The most terrifying thing is the internal injuries. The collective energy of the warriors explodes at the same time. Even if they are at the earth level, they will die.
"Have you finished the fight?"
"After the beating, it's my turn."
Chen Feng's face was calm, and his eyes flashed with light.
"Impossible, how could you not be injured?"
Zhiming's face changed drastically, and a bad feeling arose in his heart.
"Open it for me!"
With a soft drink, Chen Feng mobilized all the physical strength in his body, and the energy of Xiantu exploded at the same time.
The eighteen Dong people exploded and flew out at the same time like paper figures.
Zhiming fell to the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Chen Feng with fear in his eyes, "You are not Xuan level, you are Earth level."
"Moreover, he is not an ordinary earth-level powerhouse."
“Didn’t the Buddha treat all living beings equally?
As for you, you still want to help the evildoer after knowing the facts. Is this your Buddhist heart?"
Walking in front of Zhiming, Chen Feng kicked Zhiming in the chest.
With a muffled sound of "bang", Zhiming hit the temple door with his whole body, directly smashing a human-shaped hole.
"Senior brother."
"Senior Brother Zhiming."
The remaining eighteen Dong people looked at Chen Feng with anger in their eyes. For many years, no one had dared to treat them like this.
"Who dares to come to my Yuantong Temple to cause trouble? Do you really think that there is no one in my temple?"
There was an angry sound, and Huijing walked over with a gloomy look.
Chen Feng slowly opened the temple door and looked at Huijing with a frosty face.
There were still three silver needles stuck in his body. It was he who saved this life.
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, a cruel look flashed in Zhiming's eyes as he stared at Chen Feng.
"Uncle Master, that's him. He doesn't take our temple seriously at all. He even utters arrogant words and doesn't take you seriously."
"Not only that, he also beat up our pilgrims. You must make the decision for us."
Huijing was originally furious. For many years in Yuantong Temple, no one had dared to cause trouble here, but today was the first time.
The most important thing is that not only did he defeat the eighteen Dong people, but he also called him by his name and told him to get out.
"No matter who you are, you have to pay the price."
Huijing yelled angrily.
Although Buddhist disciples have a peaceful mind, King Kong still has anger, let alone his wisdom and tranquility.
But when he followed Zhiming's fingers and looked over, he shuddered deeply.
"Master Huijing, long time no see."
Chen Feng's faint voice sounded.
It was like a thunder exploded in my ears, and my scalp went numb instantly.
"Uncle Master, take him down quickly."
There was a look of ecstasy in Zhiming's eyes.
There was a muffled sound, and what greeted Zhiming was Huijing's slap.
"Uncle Master, why are you hitting me?"
Zhiming was dumbfounded, and the eighteen Dong people who came out of the temple were also dumbfounded.
This uncle of mine, who usually protects his own shortcomings, actually beat one of his own today.
"Shut the fuck up, get over here, kneel down and apologize."
Huijing yelled angrily.
Zhiming stared at Huijing blankly. Uncle Huijing, who never scolded anyone, actually scolded him.
"Huijing has met her benefactor."
Huijing walked up to Chen Feng with excitement on her face, then knelt down and bowed.
"benefactor?
Uncle Huijing, who do you call your benefactor?"
Chapter completed!