"Haha, it seems that Senior Brother Jing is still the strongest."
"Of course, Senior Brother Jing is one of the few geniuses here, so he will definitely be invited by the big sects."
"That's right, Senior Brother Jing is not only strong here, but even in those Tao formations, his performance is very evil."
Following the attempts of those monks, the surrounding monks couldn't help but started talking and laughing from time to time.
After hearing this, the few monks who tried to play the drum felt a little ashamed even though they were already at the peak of their immortality, and quickly left in despair.
If Brother Jing Zhuyu hadn't been there to ring the bell seven times, even if they only rang it two or three times, it wouldn't have been so embarrassing.
But with Senior Brother Jing Zhuyu in front of him, it was different. Everyone seemed to be his foil.
Therefore, many monks who still wanted to try immediately stopped trying after hearing the ridicule.
Even if you reach the peak of immortality, you still need to save face. If you lose face here, you will not be able to hold your head up again in the future.
Wang Fan waited for a long time and saw that no one came forward to try. He couldn't help but shook his head helplessly and walked towards the leather drum.
In his opinion, other people's opinions don't matter at all, as long as one's own moral integrity is strong enough.
If he wants to try, no matter how many times he can ring, he will not care whether he will be laughed at by others.
Wang Fan's walk out quickly attracted the attention of all the monks.
They all looked at Wang Fan with their mouths agape, as if they were looking at an idiot.
Did this guy come to your door to be humiliated?
With Brother Jing Zhuyu in front of him, he still dared to try. His courage is commendable!
"Haha, another embarrassing one."
"Hehe, with Senior Brother Jing Zhuyu in front of him, he still dares to try. This guy is so courageous."
"Fellow Taoists, guess how many times he can ring the bell?"
"I guess three times at most."
"Three times? Haha, I guess twice at most."
"Huh, maybe I can only ring once."
Waves of sarcastic and disdainful voices came. If it had been any other monk with an unstable Taoist heart, he would have been blushing with shame before even knocking.
However, Wang Fan didn't care about the ridicule of those people at all. His expression was as calm and calm as ever, as if those people were not talking about him.
Soon, Wang Fan arrived in front of the leather drum. He took a deep breath, clenched his right fist instantly, and then punched out!
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise that resounded through the valley, and Wang Fan felt a vast coercion coming, and along with that pressure came a terrifying sound wave.
The mighty pressure surged over Wang Fan's body in an instant. At this moment, he actually had the illusion that his fist had hit him.
However, these pressures and sonic shocks are far from being able to affect Wang Fan, let alone make him flinch.
He closed his eyes and began to comprehend the sound wave carefully, because he felt that the sound wave was very weird, and seemed to be a kind of sonic martial arts.
The monks who were watching were a little surprised when they saw Wang Fan closing his eyes and not knocking again after knocking once.
But soon, they heard the sound of ridicule again.
"What is he doing?"
"Huh, pretending to be a ghost!"
"This guy can't really only ring once, can he?"
Those monks were talking unscrupulously and had no idea what Wang Fan was doing.
However, almost as soon as they finished speaking, Wang Fan raised his fist again and struck hard.
"Boom!"
There was another low and loud noise, and in an instant, the sound was overwhelming, and an even more violent pressure surged towards Wang Fan.
Under that pressure, Wang Fan's clothes were still intact, but he did not take a step back, and his expression did not even change much.
After a while, he punched again and struck hard.
This time, he no longer punched one punch after another, but instead punched five times in one breath.
"Dong dong dong dong dong!"
Five heart-stirring loud noises resounded in succession, and in an instant, the sound waves surged to the sky.
The faces of some monks who were closer suddenly changed, and with a sneer, they spurted out several mouthfuls of blood.
The monks who reacted quickly quickly retreated into the distance.
They stared at Wang Fan in shock, their eyes full of disbelief.
Because this leather drum, the more times it is struck, the more terrifying its power becomes.
This was the first time they saw a monk ringing the bell five times in one go.
What made them even more unbelievable was that under the attack of the terrifying sound waves and coercion, Wang Fan had no reaction at all, and just stood there calmly, motionless.
After a long while, when the sound wave was about to disappear, Wang Fancai slowly raised his hand, and then punched out again in front of everyone's horrified eyes.
"Boom!"
The punch fell, and in an instant, the sound shook the world.
The terrifying sound waves and pressure spread like a tide, and were several times more terrifying than the previous seven sounds.
"Eight, eight rings?"
"This, how is this possible?"
"abnormal!"
At this moment, everyone's expressions changed and they became extremely shocked.
This monk, whom they had never seen before, actually rang the bell eight times in one go. This was simply terrifying.
The most important thing is, looking at him like that, he obviously still has some energy left and can continue to knock.
However, just when everyone thought that Wang Fan would ring again for the ninth time, Wang Fan suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes were extremely bright and fiery.
"I understand, I understand." He murmured, and instead of continuing to beat the drum, he left in a flash.
Seeing this scene, all the monks were stunned.
They simply didn't understand why Wang Fan stopped knocking.
You know, if you can hit this leather drum seven times, it is already as difficult as climbing to the sky.
And those who can ring the bell eight times are the most gifted among geniuses and the most evil among evildoers.
As for the Nine Rings, no one has ever done it except for those few geniuses.
As for the higher ten rings, according to legend, only one person has achieved it, and now, that person has already become the Great Emperor.
Senior Brother Jing looked at Wang Fan's leaving figure with an ugly expression on his face.
He did not expect that such an amazing monk would appear after he played the drum.
In his opinion, Wang Fan did this on purpose.
Otherwise, why didn't Wang Fan give up after the seventh or sixth ring, but why he gave up after the eighth ring? If this wasn't a deliberate slap in the face, what was it?
Wang Fan naturally didn't know what Senior Brother Jing and those monks were thinking. At this time, he had come to an area with few people and began to understand.
Through the previous knocks, he had determined that it was definitely an extremely terrifying sonic martial skill.
What he needs to do now is to fully understand the insights brought to him by the previous eight punches, and then strike again.
It took several days for Wang Fan to realize this.
In the past few days, no one had bothered him.
However, many monks knew that another monster was here.