An Qisheng stood quietly, and there was a hint of joy in his clear starry eyes.

Ringing the bell eighty times is more rewarding than the hundred times he has fought hard with others.

Under the enormous pressure, at this moment, the network of Qi channels in his body has a deeper connection with the muscles and bones, and the method of horizontal training has initially been achieved.

There was silence on the martial arts arena.

The monks looked at An Qisheng, who seemed to be glowing with divine light on the clock platform, and fell into a dead silence.

Sankong, Sanyin and other old monks twitched as they looked at the Huangjue Bell, which fell to the ground and was almost completely embedded in the Qinggangyan Square.

At this time, a palm print several inches deep was left on the almost indestructible wall of Huangjue Bell.

Actually left traces on the Huangjue Bell...

Although the palm print is smaller than that of the giant clock, you can't see it unless you look closely, but it pierces into the eyes of several people at once.

"Palmprint..."

Sankong's long white eyebrows twitched, and his body trembled.

The Huangjue Bell is not a simple copper bell, but a magic weapon that condenses the thousand-year-old martial arts of Huangjue Temple.

At this time, there was actually such a deep palm print.

Fortunately, his self-restraint was amazing, he took a deep breath, stood up, and recited a Buddha's chant:

"The physique of the Taoist priest is unparalleled and unparalleled, and the old man admires it very much. We have lost this gamble! If the Taoist priest wants to cast a magic weapon, I, Huangjue Temple, will do my best to help."

If you lose, you must admit it.

Sankong exited to admit defeat, and all the monks around him and the great monk nodded silently. He had nothing to say if he lost, how could he not admit it?

The corners of Fu Xin's mouth twitched, wanting to say something, but sighed.

Although a little unhappy.

But the fact is that before he made a move, he had already lost completely.

Even if he was fighting to his death, it would be impossible for him to ring the bell 18 times in a row, let alone 81 times?

All the ancestors who have been promoted to the gods in the seven hundred years of the Dragon Elephant Temple have been resurrected, I am afraid that it is possible to beat this old Taoist in terms of times...

"Huangjue Temple deserves to be the leader of the righteous path, and the master's demeanor is admirable."

An Qi's anger calmed down, but he didn't see how to move, and he had already fallen off the clock tower.

He looked at Huangjue Bell, who was almost completely submerged in the stone ground, and was a little surprised.

This Huangjue bell is indeed a treasure. He has done it with all his strength, and he has only left this three-inch palm print eighty times. It shows how strong this bell is.

"Abbot!"

At this time, a figure in the distance fell from the sky several times, and handed a scarlet gilt prayer to Sankong:

"Abbot, someone from the bottom of the mountain sent me a greeting card."

"Huh? This greeting..."

With a move in Sankong's heart, he pinched the prayer post and asked the disciple, "Where is the person here?"

The disciple looked a little weird and said:

"After those people left the greetings, they turned around and left..."

The disciple felt a little weird.

He clearly saw a group of people rushing towards Huangjue Temple, but for some reason, he suddenly turned back and left in a hurry.

"gone......."

Sankong thoughtfully opened the invitation.

I saw a line of ink written on the red page: It is not easy to pull out a hair, but it is not bad. It is convenient for others, but it may not be convenient for myself.

Signed: Ji Chonghua.

This line of words penetrates the back of the paper, and it contains a deep divine meaning.

Sankong glanced at it, but his face sank involuntarily:

"Ji Chonghua......"

Ji Chonghua, Grand Master of Dafeng.

Legend has it that when he was young and poor, he was fortunate to meet a strange person to teach him martial arts. He joined the army for twelve years. After several years, he made many military exploits.

Therefore, in the year of weak achievement, he was awarded the title of Hou and General. Later, he gave up martial arts and followed literature, and studied hard for three years as the champion in high school. After that, he rose to the top of the sky and achieved a position of one person, Dafeng Taishi, above ten thousand people.

So far, he has been on the throne of Taishi for decades, and the real power is in his hands.

He is talented in both humanities and martial arts, and the city is very deep. Even his ancestor Yixiu said that this person is a dangerous person.

Although he rarely took action, there were rumors that he was higher in martial arts than Han Changgong, and was the real number one master of the Dafeng court.

The meaning of this line...

San Kong was thoughtful in his heart, and couldn't help but look towards the clock tower.

Boom!

Almost at the same time, a loud bang sounded under the clock platform.

Under the gigantic shock, the huge martial arts field seemed to be shaken.

When Sankong looked up, he happened to see it.

The white-robed Taoist stepped on his feet, and under the tremendous force, he fit in and slammed forward.

It hit the bronze bell heavily.

Hearing a thunderous roar, the copper bell, which was deeply sunk under the slate, was abruptly smashed out of the pit by the Taoist man!

The eyelids of several big monks including Fu Xin jumped.

Moving the bell is many times more difficult than ringing the bell.

How strong is this old Taoist?

"Master Abbot, I have to trouble you to hang this bell again."

An Qisheng patted the dust that did not exist on his body.

This bell weighs tens of millions of kilograms. With his current physique and his initial integration of the horizontal training method, he also needs to cooperate with a lot of skill to move it reluctantly.

He wanted to see how these monks hung the clock.

At least, with his current physique, moving the clock is barely enough, and if he wants to hang it, he can't do it.

His thoughts flashed past, and he looked at the red letter of worship in Sankong's hand:

"But another guest is coming?"

huh~

Sankong shook his wrist, closed the prayer post, put his hands together, and said seriously:

"I don't know when Chang intends to cast his soldiers, but I should prepare in advance."

No matter what Ji Chonghua wants to do, what he promises is unrepentant.

Ji Chonghua is not easy to provoke, but this one is not easy to bully either.

This is already the case before the Divine Vein is achieved. If the Divine Vein is achieved, I am afraid that it will be the top ten masters in the weapon spectrum.

Offending such a lone expert is not necessarily better than offending that Grand Master Dafeng.

"Sooner rather than later."

An Qisheng smiled slightly, his face soft, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

With his eyesight, he naturally saw the handwriting on the prayer post.

Naturally, he also knew the meaning of the Dafeng Taishi.

It's just that this Dafeng Taishi's ability to hide and hide is really good. With his current spirit, he can't even notice where he is.

"In this case, I also ask the Taoist priest to rest in the temple for a few days, and Rong Laona prepares for one or two."

San Kong smiled.

"That's the best way to go."

An Qisheng smiled and looked at Fuxin.

The handsome, woman-like monk returned with a wry smile.

........

Tens of miles outside the Huangjue Temple, several spirited and vigorous Jiao horse-drawn carriages drove slowly on the official road.

There is a huge space in the carriage, and a strange fragrance is burning in it.

The scholar in green shirt was lying on the seat covered with the fine mink blanket, looking at an ancient book.

Beside him, two-faced, good-looking cardamom girls carefully peeled fruit for him.

"Master, aren't you going to Huangjue Temple? Why did you return so early?"

A woman in Tsing Yi asked softly with delicate and picturesque eyebrows.

She held a cup of hot tea and let the carriage bump a little, but the tea did not even ripple.

But he also possesses great martial arts.

"Pick up my salutation, Sankong understands what I mean, it doesn't make much difference to go or not to go."

The scholar in green shirt sighed softly:

"I don't think I've only been away from Dafeng for two years, but there is such a mess. Yang Lin still underestimates the world, and now this juncture, there will be a lot of trouble!"

The woman in Tsing Yi seemed to have some doubts, but she pursed her lips but did not ask.

Following this man for a long time, she knew that some things can be asked and some things cannot be asked.

"Tsing Yi is becoming more cautious, but there is no need to be so careful."

The scholar in green shirt smiled:

"It's not a secret. It was an old Taoist priest who had an adventure. Jin Yiwei and Liu Sengmen's waste was turned into a climate when they didn't notice it. They lost a lot of people and added another enemy, but they were helpless."

"Whoo~"

The woman in Tsing Yi blew on the tea and handed it over:

"Master said, is it An Qisheng, the blood demon An Qisheng who ranks first on the list of weapons on the rearrangement of the Jin Yiwei?"

"Number one on the Earth Ranking?"

The scholar in green shirt took a sip of tea, put down the scroll, and shook his head slightly:

"Where is the first place on the earth list? It has already reached the sky, and that person is now ranked seventeenth in the weapon spectrum!"

"Seventeen?"

The blue-clothed woman's eyes widened, a little surprised.

The arrangement of the weapon spectrum is summed up on the basis of Jin Yiwei's decades of monitoring the world. Although it has hidden some people, it is also extremely fair.

The seventeenth weapon spectrum is already the real top in the world!

In a world of tens of billions of people, ranking seventeenth, how powerful this is.

In particular, the rise of the one is only a year old.

This is simply myth.

"It's nothing more than that, an old Taoist priest, but it's interesting."

The scholar in green shirt said interestingly, but there was no smile on his face:

"Yang Lin really deserves to die, deserve to be killed!"

The woman in Tsing Yi silently put these words behind her head, daring not to speak.

As a court tycoon, Yang Lin's gossip is not something she can chime in.

"Master Taishi."

At this time, a respectful voice came from outside the carriage:

"Your order has been conveyed by Jin Yuying to Jin Yiwei, and what you need will be delivered soon."

"Ji Liu."

Ji Chonghua spoke softly.

Outside the carriage, a middle-aged man bowed slightly and followed the carriage: "This subordinate is here."

"Wait here with Ji Ba~lightnovelpub.net~ When that person leaves Huangjue Temple, you will send the things up."

Ji Chonghua's eyes flashed with ripples:

"Put away your senseless arrogance, and be humble and respectful, you know?"

"My subordinate understands."

Ji Liu's expression tightened, and his attitude became more and more respectful.

"Go."

Ji Chonghua said no more.

Several maids then handed over tea and fruits.

"Master, are you going to buy that An Qisheng?"

The woman in Tsing Yi heard the meaning of the words of the two and asked curiously.

"If a fish jumps over the Dragon Gate, it is no longer a fish, and buying it is naturally what it should be."

Ji Chonghua leaned lazily on the chair, tapped the back of the chair lightly, and said leisurely:

"He wants a magic weapon, why should he ask Huangjue Temple? This seat can give him better!"