Looking at Kong Wen in front of him, Ye Cheng said quietly: "Let me see the master's superb martial arts. Even if I die in the hands of the master, I will feel honored!"
Kong Wen said in a cold voice: "If the donor gives up all he has learned and goes back to Shaolin with me to repent for three years, then I will let the donor go free. What do you think?"
Ye Cheng laughed and said: "Then master, you should kill me!"
"If you fall into evil spirits and don't repent, let the poor monk send you to death!"
Kong Wen heard the cold voice and his true energy circulated rapidly, forming a circle of strong winds with him as the center. Even though he was three feet away, Ye Cheng still felt the strong air flow, almost tearing his body apart.
, the heavy pressure made him feel suffocated. This is the strength of a real Shaolin master.
The difference in strength between the two sides is really too big, and it can no longer be interfered by momentum and confidence. At this moment, Ye Cheng is already prepared to be killed instantly.
Kong Wen stood still, his aura instantly rising to the extreme. He raised his hand and pressed it lightly with his palm. It was relaxed and unremarkable, but to Ye Cheng, it was like the sky was falling and the earth was falling, and the waves were roaring.
Even the spiral Gang Qi protecting his body was directly shattered. The strong force pressed his Qi to stagnation, making it difficult to breathe smoothly.
"Are you just done with it?"
Ye Cheng felt a sense of tranquility in his heart, and was unmoved by this terrifying palm.
At the moment when the palm power attacked the body, there was a loud "bang", and then a light and shadow flashed out from the passage on the side of the hall, as fast as a shooting star, and it spanned dozens of feet in an instant and landed steadily on the
On Ye Cheng's side, his palms overlapped and directly met Kong Wen's palm.
"Peng!"
The two energies collided, and the huge impact caused by the collision instantly blew Ye Cheng away. A burst of air surged in the hall, like a huge windstorm, blowing everyone's clothes.
Ye Cheng's body lightened up in mid-air, but the god flew out and caught him, otherwise he might have fallen to half death.
After the two of them stabilized their bodies, they looked towards the center of the hall.
Where Ye Cheng stood just now, there stood a handsome young man. He was tall and strong, with slightly dark skin and two bright eyes under a pair of thick eyebrows. He looked very energetic and had a strong masculine aura.
Revealed and appeared to be unusually energetic.
After receiving Kong Wen's palm forcefully, he actually didn't move at all, with a faint smile still on his face, and said softly: "Thank you, Master, for showing mercy!"
Kong Wen was no longer at the position he was at just now, but had already retreated to the front of the formation. Looking at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him, he felt a little annoyed after being frustrated one after another, and said in a deep voice: "Prajna can take over 80% of my power.
Palm! Who is the little benefactor? Why do you want to interfere in our grudges with the Demon Cult?"
At this moment, what everyone present was thinking about was not why this young man intervened, but who he was. How could he easily cope with Master Kongwen's thunderous palm? In the eyes of everyone, it seemed that Master Kongwen had not been able to do anything just now.
Slightly at a disadvantage.
The young man in linen clothes smiled and said: "My name is Zeng Aniu. I am here just to tell you something. Please don't take action for the time being!"
Kong Wen nodded slowly and said: "If you have anything to do, just tell it in front of everyone, but don't say you want us to bypass the Demon Sect?"
The young man named Zeng Aniu said loudly: "You all went to Guangmingding today because Cheng Kun, the Thunderbolt Hand of Hunyuan, instigated you. In order to make you and the Mingjiao attack each other, they used the strategy of killing with a borrowed knife. If you still return,
Continuing to kill each other with the Ming Cult is playing into his plan!"
Kong Wen frowned and said: "I have heard about the name of Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand in the early years, but how did he instigate it? And where is Cheng Kun at this moment?"
Zeng Aniu said in a deep voice: "This person has long disguised himself and joined Shaolin under a pseudonym. His name is Yuan Zhen!"
"Asshole! How dare you slander my senior brother Yuanzhen, let me teach you a lesson, see if you still dare to talk nonsense!"
A middle-aged monk stepped out of the Shaolin formation, holding a soft stick up to his eyebrows in his hand, angrily scolded Zeng A Niu, and then started to take action.
Kong Wen waved his hand, stopped the monk, and said quietly: "Yuanyin, please be patient. My reputation in Shaolin is not something that can be slandered by others. Let me ask you for it!"
Then he turned to look at Zeng Aniu and said in a deep voice: "Please, little benefactor, please explain the matter clearly. If you can't give me a satisfactory answer, I will definitely stop you!"
Zeng Aniu nodded and said: "How dare you slander the reputation of Shaolin? It's just that Cheng Kun sneaked into Shaolin, killed the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun's family, forced him to kill indiscriminately, angered the righteous people in the world, and took the opportunity to instigate various sects to besiege Guangmingding!"
Kong Wen fiercely paused his Zen staff and said in a deep voice: "That's nonsense. Do you know that my nephew Yuan Zhen has died in the battle and is defending the Tao with his own body? How can I allow you to talk nonsense here!"
"ah--"
Zeng Aniu was shocked and shook his head: "How is it possible? How is it possible? I was chasing this person in the passage before, why did he suddenly die? Now that there is no one to confront him, it is even more difficult to explain!"
"Hmph!" Kong Wen said coldly: "Little benefactor, I'd better leave quickly. I don't have to care about what you just said to insult me, Shaolin. Otherwise, I will be merciless!"
In the center of the hall, Zeng Aniu shook his head and said: "I will not leave easily this time. I also ask you all to go down the mountain. Don't fall into the traitor's trick and kill so many disciples in vain!"
"Boy, who are you? You are the only one who dares to tell us to retreat without shame. Are you still planning to repel my six sects with your own strength?"
The leader of the Kunlun Sect is He Taichong, a well-known swordsman in the world. At this moment, he looked at Zeng Aniu impatiently.
On the Mingjiao side, Yang Xiao also said: "Little friend Zeng, thank you for your kindness. There are many masters of the six sects. You should go down the mountain with my friend Shouwang. If God wants to destroy our holy religion, we will accept our fate!"
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Zeng Aniu shook his head and said: "Needless to say, Zuoshi Yang, if I am here today, I will not let anyone from the Ming Cult die or be injured!"
"You have such an arrogant tone. Let Kongtong send you to have a look at you, you wild boy!"
One of the five old men from the Kongtong Sect stepped out slowly and said in a deep voice: "Master of the Divine Fist Sect, I'm here to show you my little friend's clever moves!"
Tianshen and Ye Cheng retreated to Yang Xiao and others. For a while, no one could take action against the six sects, so they had to watch Zeng Aniu take action.
Ye Cheng said: "Zou Shi Yang, what kind of injuries did you suffer, and why have you not recovered yet?"
Yang Xiao shook his head and said: "I had a conflict with the Wusan people before. When we were competing for internal energy, we were attacked by Na Chengkun. We were all hit by his Phantom Yin Finger. This finger's energy is extremely sinister and can't be used in a short period of time without any powerful internal energy."
The guilt cannot be resolved!”
Ye Cheng couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch Yang Xiao, and immediately felt an astonishing cold air rushing in along his fingertips. The true energy in his body naturally counterattacked, and the true energy mixed with the unicorn flame immediately rolled back.
The chill disappeared immediately.
Even Yang Xiao was shocked and hurriedly said: "This fire is so powerful, but it seems that the coldness in my body seems to be missing a little bit. My dear friend, please try again!"
As soon as Ye Cheng heard that he said it was useful, he immediately pressed his palms tightly against Yang Xiao's back. His true energy was activated quickly, and streams of warm currents surged out directly along his arms. If he could recover Yang Xiao first, it would be an extra strength.
Aid, at least no longer has no ability to resist at all.
Ye Cheng, who was already seriously injured, turned pale. He hurriedly took out the medicine and swallowed it in one gulp. Even the gods on the side took out some pills for him to take.
Gradually, bursts of sweat broke out on Yang Xiao's body, and his face regained some vitality, no longer as pale and weak as before. Ye Cheng immediately stepped up to treat his injuries.
At this time, the old man from the Kongtong Sect's Divine Fist Sect had already walked out of the hall. His momentum was extremely frightening as he was driven by his true energy. He violently struck out to kill Zeng Aniu, who was standing quietly.
At this moment, everyone was closely watching the fight between the two people, and they couldn't help but secretly praise the Kongtong sect as a skinny camel bigger than a horse. Although the sect has become depressed and its talents have withered, the momentum behind this move is still quite amazing. Facing it,
The master of the Divine Fist Sect has such powerful and astonishing punches that no one dares to look at his sharpness.
Who would have thought that Zeng Aniu was still standing motionless, and it was not until the fist was pressed against his chest that he stopped, his feet were rooted to the ground, and the golden light on his body was shining, so rich that people could not open their eyes. In the horrified crowd,
Under his gaze, he resisted this powerful blow.
If it was an ordinary fist, it would be fine, but the Master of the Divine Fist Sect used the secret technique of the Kongtong Sect. Although it was incomplete and could not exert 70% of its power, it was still the authentic Seven Injury Fist. He originally wanted to
He killed this man with one punch to show off the majesty of the Kongtong sect. Who knew that his opponent, this wild boy, didn't even dodge, and even took the punch alive.
The next moment, golden light shone in the hall, and the fist of the master of the Divine Fist Sect seemed to have hit a thousand-year-old ancient clock, making a deep and loud sound, and his whole body flew straight out, retreating ten consecutive times.
It took him several steps to stabilize his body, and he looked at the young man in front of him in horror. There was no trace of the contempt and disdain he had just now.
If Song Yuanqiao's Tai Chi Qi Mask before was like a flash in the pan, then Zeng Aniu in front of him was simply earth-shattering. It was unbelievable to everyone, and even made people wonder whether the leader of the Shenquan Sect was letting off steam.
"It's strange, Zeng Aniu's force-removing skills look so familiar!"
Yang Xiao, whose health had improved a lot, couldn't help looking at Zeng Aniu strangely, frowning and thinking about something.
The masters in the hall all saw the power of that punch. Who would have expected that it was neutralized by such an inconspicuous boy, and in such a domineering way? They immediately became excited. It is hard to imagine that there is such a thing in this world.
Powerful martial arts**.
You must know that although the glory of the Kongtong Sect has faded, the name of the Five Elders of Kongtong is still very loud. They have long been famous in the world and can be regarded as a famous master. To be defeated in this way at this moment is really disappointing to you.
I couldn't believe it, I even thought I was being deceived.
