An Qisheng stood quietly, with a hint of pleasure in his clear eyes as clear as the starry sky.

The bell that 80 times is more rewarding than the hundreds of times he fought with others.

Under the huge pressure, the qi and meridian network in his body had a deeper connection with his muscles and bones, and the method of horizontal practice was initially achieved.

There was a silence in the martial arts performance.

The monks looked at An Qisheng, who seemed to be glowing with divine light on the bell stage, and fell into a dead silence.

The old monks such as Sankong and Sanyin watched the Huangjue Bell falling to the ground and almost embedded in Qinggang Rock Square, their faces twitched.

At this time, a palm print several inches deep on the almost indestructible bell wall of the Huangjue Bell was left.

It actually left traces on the Emperor Jue Bell...

Although the palm print is smaller than the giant bell, it can't be seen without careful attention, but it immediately hits several people's eyes.

"Palm Print..."

Sankong raised his long white eyebrows and his body shivered.

The Huangjue Bell is not a simple bronze bell, but a magic weapon that condenses the thousand-year martial arts fortune of Huangjue Temple. It is almost invincible. Even the Taibai Sword of Mu Qingfeng from Wanjian Villa may not leave traces on it.

At this time, such a deep palm print was left.

Fortunately, he was incredible, took a deep breath, stood up, and recited the Buddha's name high:

"The Taoist priest has an unparalleled body and I admire him very much. We lost this bet! If the Taoist priest wants to forge a magical weapon, my Huangjue Temple must help you."

If you lose, you have to admit it.

Sankong admitted defeat, and the monks and monks around him nodded in a hunched manner, losing nothing to say, how could he not admit it?

Fuxin's mouth squirmed and wanted to say something, but she sighed.

Although a little unwilling.

But the fact is that I have lost completely before I take action.

Even if he fought to die, he would not be able to ring the bell for eighteen times, let alone eighty times?

All the ancestors who have been promoted to the divine veins in Longxiang Fa Temple have been resurrected in the past seven hundred years. I am afraid that they can win over this old Taoist priest in terms of times...

"Huangjue Temple is worthy of being the leader of the righteous path, and its master's style is admirable."

An Qi's blood calmed down, but he didn't see any movement and had already fallen off the bell.

He looked at the Emperor Jue Zhong who was almost completely immersed in the stone land, and was also a little surprised.

This Emperor's Bell is indeed a treasure. He used his full strength to do it for eighty times, leaving the three-inch palm print just now, which shows how strong the bell is.

"Abbot!"

At this time, a figure in the distance fell from the sky and handed a red gilt prayer post to Sankong:

"Abbot, someone from the foot of the mountain sent a message to him."

"Huh? This message..."

Sankong moved his heart, pinched the greeting letter and asked the disciple: "Where is the person coming?"

The disciple said with a strange look:

"After those people left their prayers, they turned around and left..."

The disciple was a little strange.

He clearly saw a group of people rushing towards Huangjue Temple, but for some reason, he suddenly turned back and left in a hurry.

"Let's go..."

Sankong opened the prayer letter thoughtfully.

I saw a line of ink words left on the red page: It’s not a single hair, but it’s not a good thing. It’s convenient for others, but it may not be convenient for you.

Signature: Ji Chonghua.

This line of words penetrates the back of the paper, and contains deep divine will.

Sankong glanced at it, but his face couldn't help but sank:

"Ji Chonghua..."

Ji Chonghua, Grand Master Dafeng.

According to legend, he was young and poor, and fortunately met a strange man who taught martial arts. He joined the army in twelve years later. He made many military achievements. He drove his horse into the vast sea and led 18,000 troops to kill 30,000 elite cavalry in the Golden Wolf King Court.

Therefore, when he was in his prime, he was granted the title of marquis and generals. Later, he abandoned martial arts and followed the literature and studied hard for three years. He then rose to the top scorer and reached a position of more than ten thousand people like Dafeng Taishi.

He has been in power for decades and has truly held power.

He is a versatile and talented man, and has a deep mind. Even his ancestor Ikkyu said that this person was a dangerous person.

Although he rarely takes action, there are rumors that he has higher martial arts skills than Han Tinggong and is the real number one master of the Dafeng court.

The meaning of this line of words...

Sankong felt thoughtful in his heart and couldn't help but look at the bell platform.

Boom!

Almost at the same time, a loud noise rang under the bell stage.

With the huge force shaking, the huge martial arts field seemed to be shaking.

Sankong looked up and saw it just as he saw it.

The white-robed Taoist stepped on his feet, and with great force, he fitted forward and collided.

Hit hard onto the bronze bell.

There was only a roar like thunder, and the bronze bell that was deeply trapped under the stone slab was knocked out of the deep pit by the Taoist!

Even the eyelids of several monks, including Fuxin, twitched.

Moving this bell is many times more difficult than ringing this bell.

How strong is this old Taoist priest?

"Master Abbot, I'll have to worry about you hanging this bell again."

An Qisheng patted the dust that did not exist on his body.

The bell weighs tens of millions of pounds. With his current body and his initially integrated horizontal training method, he also needs to cooperate with many clever forces to barely move it.

He wanted to see how these monks hung the bell.

At least, with his current physique, it is barely possible to move the clock, and he can't even hang it up.

His thoughts flashed and he looked at the red prayer post in Sankong's hand:

"But another guest is coming?"

Huh ~

Sankong's wrist was shocked, he closed his prayer, closed his hands together, and said seriously:

"I don't know when the boss will build a soldier. I'm ready in advance."

No matter what Ji Chonghua wants to do, he cannot regret what he promised.

Ji Chonghua is not easy to mess with, but this person is not easy to bully either.

If you have not yet achieved the divine vein, you will be the top ten masters in the weapon chart.

Offending such a lonely master may not be better than offending the Master Dafeng.

"It's better to be early than late."

An Qisheng smiled slightly, his face soft, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

With his eyesight, he naturally saw the handwriting on the prayer post.

Of course, I also knew the meaning of the Grand Master Dafeng.

However, this Grand Master Dafeng's skill in hiding his body was indeed great. With his current spirit, he could not even notice his location.

"In this way, please rest in the temple for a few days, so that I can prepare for one or two."

Three hollows smiled.

"It's naturally better."

An Qisheng smiled and looked at Fuxin.

This handsome monk who looked like a woman, smiled bitterly.

...........

Dozens of miles outside Huangjue Temple, several energetic and vigorous horses pulled carts and drove slowly on the official road.

There is a huge space in the carriage, and a strange fragrance is burning in it.

The blue-clothed scholar lay on the seat covered with a nice mink blanket, looking at an ancient book.

Beside him, two cardamom girls with beautiful figures were carefully peeling fruit for him.

"Master, aren't you going to Huangjue Temple? How come you returned so early?"

The woman with delicate eyebrows and picturesque eyebrows asked softly.

She held a cup of hot tea and let the carriage bump, but the tea water never even had a ripple.

But he also possesses powerful martial arts.

"If you answer my message, you should understand my meaning. There is no big difference between going or not."

The Confucian scholar in blue sighed softly:

"I don't think I'm just two years away from Dafeng, but there's such a mess. Yang Lin still underestimates the world too much. Now at this pass, it will cause losses to lose troops and generals!"

The woman in green seemed a little confused, but pursed her lips but didn't ask.

After following this person for a long time, she knew that some things could be asked, but some things could not be asked.

"Qingyi is becoming more and more cautious, but there is no need to be so careful."

The Confucian scholar in blue smiled:

"It's no secret. An old Taoist priest was an adventure. The Jinyiwei and the waste from the Six Gate were not noticed for a while and it was damaged by many people and added a rival, but it was helpless."

"Huh~"

The woman in green blew the tea and handed it forward:

"What I said is the blood demon An Qisheng, who is the Jinyiwei who rearranges the weapon list and ranks first in the field list?"

"No. 1 in the field?"

The Confucian scholar in green dress drank a sip of tea, put down the book, and shook his head slightly:

"Where is the number one in the Earth List? It has already reached the top. That person is now ranked seventeenth in the Weapons List!"

"Seventeen?"

The woman in green had wide eyes, a little surprised.

The arrangement of weapons was summarized on the basis of the Jinyiwei's decades of supervision of the world. Although some people were hidden, they were also extremely fair.

The Seventeenth Weapons Chart is already the top in the world!

The world with a population of tens of billions is ranked seventeen, how powerful is this.

Especially, that person has only risen for a year.

This is simply a myth.

"It's just like this, an old Taoist priest is interesting."

The Confucian scholar in the blue shirt said interestingly, but there was no smile on his face:

"Yang Lin deserves to die, deserve to kill!"

The woman in green silently left this sentence behind and did not dare to speak.

As a tycoon of the court, Yang Lin’s gossip was not something she could interfere with.

"Master Taishi."

At this moment, a respectful voice came from outside the carriage:

"Your order has been conveyed by the Golden Eagle to the Jinyiwei. Soon, what you need will be delivered."

"Ji Liu."

Ji Chonghua opened his voice lightly.

Outside the carriage, a middle-aged man bowed slightly and followed the carriage: "I'm here."

"You wait here with Ji Bayi. When that person leaves Huangjue Temple, you can send the things up."

Ji Chonghua's eyes were filled with ripple:

"Put your meaningless arrogance, be humble and respectful, do you know?"

"I understand."

Ji Liu's face tightened and his attitude became more and more respectful.

"Go."

Ji Chonghua no longer said anything.

Then several maids handed over the tea and fruits.

"Master, are you going to bribe Anqisheng?"

The woman in green heard what they meant and asked curiously.

"The fish leaps into the dragon gate and is no longer a fish. It is naturally the intention to buy it."

Ji Chonghua leaned lazily on the chair, gently tapped the back of the chair, and said leisurely:
Chapter completed!