Xu Wei's arms were trembling, but Juehui, on the other hand, remained motionless, still standing there holding the alms bowl, as if nothing happened just now.
It was just a face-to-face meeting, and it was already obvious who was higher and which was lower.
Li Chen saw this scene clearly and his expression became serious.
The sudden appearance of a group of monks seeking alms in this bitterly cold place is a strange thing.
And this monk who begged for alms not only wanted to alms, but also wanted to alms himself, which is even more incredible.
The most outrageous thing is that the monk who wants to transform himself is extremely powerful in martial arts.
The combination of the three, if you say this is a coincidence, even Li Chen would not believe it to death.
Li Chen seemed to smell the atmosphere of conspiracy.
Xu Wei is currently the top player on his side, but he can't get through a single round in front of Juehui, so this matter is a bit tricky.
There is Gong Huiyu hiding next to him, and he must be able to easily deal with Jue Hui, but isn't there a more powerful monk hiding behind Jue Hui?
Li Chen felt that things were a bit difficult to handle today.
After Xu Wei suffered a loss, he realized that something was unusual, and he growled: "Protect!"
This cry of protection was not protecting himself, but Li Chen.
Wow.
The well-trained Jin Yiwei immediately formed a three-layer encirclement, tightly protecting Li Chen in the middle.
At the same time, all the Jin Yiwei's weapons were unsheathed, they were concentrating, and their momentum was raised to the peak. They were facing Juehui and the four monks behind him.
The atmosphere between the two sides suddenly became tense.
Seeing that the sword was at stake, Juehui sighed softly and said to Li Chen: "Donor, you can't stay in worldly affairs. Rather than sinking in this rolling world, it's better to go ashore."
Li Chen said indifferently: "I still like this mortal world, but I am willing to perish in this rolling world. What do you, a bald donkey, care about?"
Juehui said calmly: "Does the donor want to have his own way?"
"I should be asking you this."
Li Chen said calmly: "Since you can do this, you must know my identity. Aren't you afraid that the world will destroy the Buddha because of you?"
"The Tathagata above you knows that his disciples are so unworthy, so he is afraid that he will save you first."
Juehui's expression turned serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Donor, you are so stubborn, don't blame this poor monk."
After finishing speaking, Juehui gently raised his left foot, then suddenly dropped it heavily.
Just stamp your foot and boom.
Like an earthquake, Li Chen felt the ground shaking and his head swollen violently.
"Escort!"
In the chaos, Li Chen only heard Xu Wei's roar, and then the sound of the collision between the two sides.
He wanted to see the situation clearly, but the golden light in front of him made him extremely uncomfortable.
When he gradually adapted to the chaotic senses, he saw clearly that the Jin Yiwei beside him was half lying down, and dozens of bald heads appeared from nowhere around him, besieging the remaining Jin Yiwei.
Not far away, dozens of warrior monks hanging behind for protection were running towards him.
The big bald head faced the big bald head, and they fought fiercely with each other.
It was the entry of the monk that immediately gave the situation an opportunity to reverse.
Juehui also saw this scene.
He glanced at the group of monks, and there was a hint of anger in his always calm and peaceful eyes, but he did not take action against the monks, but walked straight towards Li Chen.
It was slow at first, but Juehui's steps got faster and faster, so much so that it was almost like sprinting towards Li Chen from the back.
