Master Zhuanlun stood on the stage with his head held high, looking arrogant and arrogant!
The Great Protector knelt at his feet. Although his whole body was shaking with anger, he could not refute and felt extremely humiliated.
But at this time, the dozen or so lamas and followers from the Brahma Kingdom shouted: "The great Zen master is mighty, the great Zen master sweeps the world, he is invincible!"
"Congratulations to the great Zen master for his victory. In today's battle, the great Zen master's reputation will sweep across the southern border, followed by the western border, the east border and the northern border, and finally he will win the Xuanyuan Kingdom!"
"The great Zen master has boundless power and will surely dominate the Xuanyuan Kingdom!"
After hearing this, Zen Master Zhuan Lun opened his mouth and laughed wildly, with a look of pride written all over his face.
All the people in the southern border were trembling with anger at this time, and they were all gnashing their teeth, but they were unable to refute.
When Ye Feng saw this, his eyes narrowed, thinking that it was probably time for him to take action.
However, at this moment, the second protector suddenly stood up and snorted loudly: "The great Zen master of your country is certainly very powerful, and the Arhat status of the first generation is indeed very powerful. I, the great protector of the southern border, was defeated by you, so naturally I have nothing to say.
Yes, but only..."
The great Zen Master Zhuan Lun suddenly turned his head, stared at the second protector on the high platform, and shouted coldly: "What do you want to say?"
The second guardian said solemnly: "What this guardian wants to explain is that the four of us grew up together. What we are really good at is the art of four-person attack. If we separate and fight alone, our skills will be greatly reduced."
The great Zen master sneered: "So, what do you want to express?"
The second protector continued: "What this protector wants to express is that it is nothing if the great Zen master wins our senior brother. After all, we are not good at fighting alone. If he can win the four of us brothers, then
That’s what counts!”
This was a bit shameless. This guy was not convinced after losing, and actually wanted to beat one of the four others. However, most of the people present were from the south, so everyone naturally understood the situation and did not criticize it.
But these lamas from the Brahma Kingdom were not happy. They snorted coldly one by one: "You are not convinced after losing, and you still want to fight four of them. How can you in the southern region and even the Xuanyuan Kingdom be so shameless and want to win with so little?"
If you win more, can this still be considered a fair match?"
The second protector sneered: "The four of us are just retainers of the old Nanwang in our lives. They are just servants. They cannot represent the entire southern territory at all. However, the great Zen master of your country was the same generation as the old Nanwang ten years ago.
Characters, now that the old Nan Wang has passed away, he wants to compete with us servants by name. Doesn’t this also mean that we can win without fighting? "
These old guys no longer say that they are Dharma Kings of the Dharma Protector. Instead, they directly degrade themselves and say that they are domestic servants. The enemy of other countries is currently facing a powerful enemy. Although these four Dharma Protectors are hateful, they have not forgotten their own country and tried their best not to
Discredit the southern border.
The great Zen master snorted, obviously unhappy.
At this time, the third guardian stood up and said: "Yes, the second senior brother is right. Firstly, the four brothers and I are good at the art of summing up, but not good at fighting alone. Secondly, the four of us are a team.
Servant, even if the great Zen master wins, if word spreads about this, I’m afraid it will be a shame.”
The Fourth Protector also stood up and said: "At that time, other countries will only say that Zen Master Zhun Lun of the Brahma Kingdom was defeated by the Old Nan King in the past, so that he became angry and bullied the old Nan King's servants. Doesn't that count?
What kind of hero is this?"
It has to be said that these four guardians are sharp-tongued people. When Ye Feng heard this, he couldn't help but shake his head secretly and felt that it was funny. At this time, he was not in a hurry to take action.
Zen Master Zhuan Lun was so angry that he gritted his teeth and said, "Then tell me, how can I be convinced?"
The second guardian said: "We, the four senior brothers, are good at the art of summing up. If you can win over the four of us at the same time, then we will have nothing to say."
Ye Feng frowned when he heard this, and almost couldn't help but step forward, because he knew that even if these four people joined forces to attack together, they would never be the opponent of the Zen Master Quanlun. King Wu was an ant, not a human being.
The more the better!
Just thinking about it, he held back again. Since these four guys were asking for trouble, let them go.
The lamas outside the ring shouted: "Four people join forces to fight against our great Zen master. They want to win with less. Even if they win, it will be a bit weak. Are you Xuanyuan Kingdom so shameless?"
Someone?"
The great Zen Master Zhuan Lun suddenly waved his hand to interrupt them, and then faced the four protectors and said word by word: "It is not impossible for four of them to deal with one of me, Zen Master, but I have one condition.
!”
At this time, the great protector had already stood up. Although he was injured, the injury did not seem to be too serious. He said solemnly: "I wonder what the great Zen master's conditions are?"
The great Zen master hummed: "The four of you join forces. If you lose this battle, I want something from your southern border. I want the old Southern King's sword, the Qingtian Glazed Sword. If you remember correctly, this sword will be hung up at this moment."
In the lobby of the Military Intelligence Hall in your southern base camp, right?"
Ye Feng's eyes narrowed again when he heard this. He really didn't expect that the Great Lama Tulu knew so much about the affairs of the Southern Territory. He even knew where the old Southern King's sword was hung.
From this perspective, the Brahma Kingdom’s spies may have infiltrated into the southern base camp. What’s more, the Brahma Kingdom’s plans are huge!
The four guardians looked at each other, unable to make a decision for a while. After all, it was the old sword of Old Nan Wang. This sword itself was already impressive, and it was a rare treasure. Now that Old Nan Wang has passed away, this sword naturally symbolizes
With its former owner.
If even this sword is lost to the opponent, then the southern border will really be ashamed of itself and be completely embarrassed from now on!
The matter was so important that none of the four guardians wanted to take the blame, so they turned to look at Southern King Dugu Ming on the stage.
Dugu Ming also had a headache. A good competition had reached such a level. For a moment, he didn't know how to respond, so he had to turn his head and look at Ye Feng.
Seeing this, Ye Feng sighed slightly, then turned his head and whispered a few words to Dugu Ming.
The Zen Master Zhuanlun had been looking at the stage. When he saw this scene, he frowned and looked at Ye Feng thoughtfully. However, he saw that Ye Feng was just a young man in a wheelchair with a broken leg, so he also
I didn’t take it too seriously.
Dugu Ming slowly stood up, then scanned the entire school grounds, and said loudly: "The sword that Old Nan Wang carried with him in the past was no small matter. It was not only a treasure, but also a spiritual symbol of Old Nan Wang, so it is easy to
Can’t take it out!”
At this point, Dugu Ming changed the subject and continued: "However, since the great Zen master of your country insists on taking this glazed sword as a bet, then for the sake of fairness and justice, the great Zen master should also come up with something.
Even bets, right?”
Master Zhuan Lun frowned, thought for a moment, and then said in a cold voice: "What King Nan said is reasonable. In a fair period, if I lose this battle, I will cut off one of my arms and never set foot in Xuanyuan Kingdom again in this life."
How about half a step?"
Dugu Ming was about to agree, but Ye Feng suddenly spoke and said with a sneer: "It's not enough. I want to exchange one arm for Old Nan Wang's green light glazed sword. This would be looking down too much on myself."
Zen Master Zhuanlun glared directly at Ye Feng, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Well, one arm and one leg must be worth the glazed sword, right? However, even so, you really think you can win this
Zen Master?"
"You won't know until you compete!" Dugu Ming snorted, then walked back and sat down on the chair on the high platform.
Anyway, he has already said what needs to be said. As for the final result, he no longer cares, let alone the ability to care.
However, Dugu Ming was hesitant in his heart. Originally, he was planning to refuse. After all, the old Southern King could not throw away his green light glazed sword, but the Northern King actually persuaded him to agree, so he had no choice but to do it.
At this moment, Lonely Ming suddenly had an idea in his heart. He felt that he was far from seeing through this young King Bei!
"Okay, in that case, let's go ahead, the four of you. But what I can tell you is that I will definitely be sure of that green light glazed sword!"
Zen Master Zhuan Lun laughed loudly. At this moment, his whole body revealed a violent aura, the aura of King Wu!
