While the fat monk screamed, a low shout came from the distance.
The sound was like a lion's roar, and it sounded like a giant hammer hitting his chest. If Yang Mu were an ordinary person, he would definitely be frightened and shaken at this moment.
However, Yang Mu seemed not to hear the sound coming from far away, and still punched the fat monk with his fist.
boom!
The fat monk flew backwards like a sandbag hit by a car.
It hit several other monks behind him, causing a chain reaction and knocking those monks away.
Several people flew more than ten meters, and either hit the tree trunk behind or hit the rock wall. They screamed in pain before finally stopping and falling to the ground.
"No! I don't want to die yet."
The fat monk was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder burst.
The opponent's punch directly knocked me, who weighed nearly 200 kilograms, away. The power contained in it was unimaginable, and I was afraid that my internal organs had been shattered!
He held his abdomen and screamed in pain, but soon realized something was wrong, because although there were bursts of severe pain in his body, it was only pain in the flesh, and there was no major discomfort in the internal organs.
Several other monks also noticed this and showed expressions of surprise.
"What's going on? His punch was actually like loud thunder and small raindrops, and it didn't have much power?"
The fat monk looked happy and felt like he had saved his life.
"Idiot! Look behind you."
A cold drink sounded.
The fat monk and several other monks turned around and looked, and then their faces turned pale with fear.
The trunk of the giant tree behind them was shattered into pieces by the impact, and huge cracks appeared on the rock wall, which showed how terrifying the power that had just taken them flying out was.
Although the strength of these monks cannot be compared with Yang Mu, they still have the vision they should have.
Everyone immediately understood that it wasn't that Yang Mu's punch wasn't scary enough, on the contrary, that punch was far more terrifying than they imagined.
If Yang Mu hadn't been merciful, all of them would have been killed in an instant!
What's more, Yang Mu's punch just now seemed simple, but the control of power reflected in it was extremely mysterious, which they couldn't understand.
The person who gave the cold drink was the kind-hearted old monk who had just left with everyone in the Tang family.
The old monk walked up to Yang Mu and said, "Amitabha, thank you so much to Yang Mutian for your mercy!"
Yang Mu then looked at the old monk and was not surprised that he recognized him.
His previous experience in the Tianyi Sect has already shown that he has some reputation in the ancient martial arts world.
The old monk was either present at the ancient martial arts conference, or he had seen his photo.
He looked calm, but those monks were frightened again.
"Yang Mutian! He is the one who defeated Ji Feiyu and took away the Shadow Sword... Ahhh! I am a fool, I should have thought of it. I should have thought of it! Looking at the entire ancient martial arts world, how many young people can defeat Ji Feiyu?
indivual!"
The fat monk was very upset, and at the same time he felt that he had been wronged.
I have seen a lot of ancient martial arts masters of the younger generation, including the Seventh Princess of Nantianmen, who all have their eyes set high above their heads and are extremely proud.
How could anyone be as playful and smiling as him!
There is no expert demeanor at all!
"Qingwen!" A low voice came.
The fat monk trembled and walked up to the old monk with a grimace on his face. He had been practicing with the old monk for a long time, so he naturally knew what the other person wanted to ask.
Immediately, he could only bite the bullet and tell what happened just now.
Although he tried his best to say that he did not have any malice and was simply worried that someone would take the opportunity to sneak in, the old monk also knew this disciple very well.
Before he could finish speaking, he said in a deep voice:
"You don't need to say it! The Buddha nature is uncertain, the worldly mind is not dead, and you can't maintain equality when looking at others. How can you face your inner self? Even if you recite the sutra a thousand times, it is difficult to remember a few words.
Take Qingshan and the others to Luohan Temple to receive their punishment. If you do this again, you will be expelled from Qingxia Temple!"
The fat monk and others were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they did not dare to say a word. They turned around and left, heading to the Arhat Courtyard.
The old monk looked at Yang Mu again and said, "I don't know if donor Yang is here this time, does he represent himself or Nantianmen?"
Yang Mu smiled and asked: "How about representing yourself, what about representing Nantianmen?"
The old monk sighed: "If we represent Nantianmen, then I'm afraid there will be a lot of disputes in this conference. I just hope there won't be any casualties."
Yang Mu was startled, thinking that he was not stupid, and they were not stupid either. It seemed that these guys had already guessed that Nantianmen might take action.
However, most of them believed that if something happened to Xiang Yuan, Nantianmen would be like a broken arm and there would be no danger.
If Nantianmen comes, something will really happen to one party. From their point of view, they must think it is Nantianmen!
In other words, what the old monk meant was that even if his stance was different, he did not want to see any casualties among the Nantianmen people.
There was a little more respect in Yang Mu's eyes.
If the other person is sincere in his words, at least he has a compassionate mind.
"Master, I have a question, and I would like you to answer it. Since this Wulin Alliance founding meeting was held in your Qingxia Temple, does it mean that the creation of the Wulin Alliance was your Qingxia Temple's proposal?
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Not only did Yang Mu not answer the question, but he also asked a question in return, which can be described as being overbearing.
The old monk didn't care, he shook his head and said:
"It was Caiwei Pavilion, Shenquan Sect and Shentu Family who proposed the creation of the Wulin Alliance. We, Qingxia Temple, Tang Family, Ou Family, etc., are just following the general trend."
The so-called conforming to the general trend means that most of the forces in the ancient martial arts world basically support the establishment of the Martial Arts Alliance!
When Yang Mu heard about the two unfamiliar forces, Caiwei Pavilion and Shen Fist Sect, he had no reaction. When he heard about the Shentu Family, his eyes lit up.
Because of his grandfather's affairs, the debt between him and the Shentu family must be settled sooner or later.
Before, I just went to collect some interest, but next time I go there, it will be the highlight.
Unexpectedly, before he could go looking for trouble, the other party would take the initiative to come to him?
"It's more interesting now!"
Yang Mu sneered in his heart.
There was still some time before the conference started. Under the arrangement of the old monk, Yang Mu was led to a side room to rest.
"Donor, please wait here, I will bring you some tea and cakes." The young monk who led the way was extremely respectful.
"No need. Just come and call me when the conference starts."
Time passed, less than half an hour passed, and there was a knock on the door.
"Starting so soon?"
In the room, Yang Mu, who closed his eyes and was concentrating, walked over and opened the door in surprise, thinking that it was the young monk calling him from before.
However, the door opened, and standing outside was a man and a woman, two unexpected visitors.