Chapter 1098

Mo Lingshan, who came after her grandfather, made a face at Ye Feng and despised him: "liar, it's like you really have ten pills in one pill. You think heyidan is Chinese cabbage. How much money do you pay for wholesale?"

Ye Feng suddenly raised his hand, scared Mo Lingshan's beautiful eyes, and ran to his grandfather. He was really afraid that Ye Feng would hit her ass.

Ye Feng raised her hand, but she didn't want to spank Mo Lingshan's buttocks. She scratched her ears and looked at Mo Lingshan with pride. Girl, be honest. If you dare to shout at me again, I'll spank you.

It's also interesting to cheat Mr. Mo Da's master of fangcunshan with ten pills in one. However, Mr. Mo is resourceful and doesn't play tricks.

A Buddhist trumpet sounded, and Zen master Zhikong sat down on the rostrum with his hands clasped: "Amitabha, I'm late, all lords are well."

Zen master Zhikong took a glance at Ye Feng. His eyes became complicated. He quietly asked Mr. Mo Da, "Mr. Mo Da, have you seen that leaf maple?"

Not only have I seen him, but I also have a contest in secret. Mr. Mo is still, but he has no choice in his heart. This boy is unfathomable. He is really a headache.

Mr. Mo Da was surprised in his heart, but he didn't show his face. He sneered faintly: "yes, I have. He's just a lucky young man. He got some miraculous medicine and quickly improved his skill. He was like a nouveau riche who suddenly got a large sum of money, but he was always an upstart."

Zen master Zhikong's voice was more angry: "he abandoned the martial arts of several disciples of our temple and deceived people too much. Originally, the old monk wanted to seek revenge on him, but my Buddha is merciful. I don't want to bully the weak with the strong. I'll fight with him again after the ancient martial arts match."

There is contempt in Mr. Mo Da's eyes. The monk doesn't want to seek revenge, but he doesn't have the strength.

Although Ye Feng can't see the realm of cultivation, he can be sure that his cultivation is not weaker than that in the middle of his innate state. You don't want to bully the weak, but you can't beat others.

Feeling that Mr. Mo Da's eyes were sharp, Zen master Zhikong had a little fever on his face, and his hands closed, he said with a bitter smile: "good, good, monks should not make angry precepts. Buddha said," if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? "

Next to Chongxu Taoist priest, thinking that his younger brother lingxu was killed by Ye Feng, he can't help but share the same hatred. He turns his eyes and thinks about it.

He first said hello to Mr. Mo Da, and then said to Zen master Zhikong with concern on his face: "ah, Ye Feng is really vicious. He has abolished your disciples' cultivation. How many years of practice has been destroyed once, which is even more painful than killing them. Zen master Zhikong is really merciful. If I had found him now, I would have avenged him."

Zen master Zhikong felt hot in his heart and bowed to Taoist priest Chongxu with both hands and said, "Amitabha, the Taoist priest is also a Bodhisattva."

Taoist priest Chongxu flashed a proud look in his eyes, and put on a look of sympathy: "master, this boy has been passed down by the innocent master, and his skill is unpredictable. If you want to revenge, you must use all your strength, otherwise, you may not be able to beat him. All the magic weapons of Xuankong Temple can't work. Cough, I don't mean that you can't beat him, but I want to remind you that he is too powerful. "

"Amitabha, the Taoist priest is right."

From the tone of Taoist priest Chongxu, Mr. Mo Da heard that he was harboring evil intention. He could not help but take a look at him. Taoist priest Chong Xu found that Mr. Mo Da was looking at himself. He laughed with a guilty heart and did not dare to make any more noise.

His tricks can be concealed from Zen master Zhikong, but he can't escape the eye of Mr. Mo da.

"Mr. Mo Da, long time no see. How are you in the near future?"

Yue Zhuoqun looked at Mr. Moda with a smile on his face. Mr. Mo did not answer. He just looked indifferent and nodded lightly. A trace of disdain flashed in the tiger's eyes.

Among the many ancient martial arts schools in China, Mr. Mo Da's least favorite is Fu Qianfan, the leader of the Earth Spirit clan. Fu Qianfan cruelly plundered women's Yin yuan and condensed Yin evil spirits. He was most contemptuous. The second one was Yue Zhuoqun.

Yue Zhuoqun has a vicious personality. The disciples at the bottom are robbing everywhere, robbing elixirs, fierce animals and people. As long as it is valuable, Taiyi disciples will rob them.

In Mo Da's eyes, Yue Zhuoqun is a bandit leader. The good thing about Yue Zhuoqun is that he didn't plunder the female Yin yuan, but he was kind.

Seeing that Mr. Moda didn't like to take care of himself, a ray of cold flashed in Yue Zhuoqun's eyes.

Fangcunshan is regarded as the most important thing in the world's ancient martial arts world. Fangcun mountain is something. It's just that you should be more qualified and more old. Before long, we taiyimen will surpass you fangcunshan.

Yuezhuo group Yin compassion said with a smile: "since everyone has come, then I am ready to start the name of it."

With a brand-new Ipaid in his hand, Yue Zhuoqun cleared his throat and began to call the roll: "have the disciples of Xuankong Temple arrived yet?"

From the northwest corner of the top of Huashan Mountain came a neat and loud Buddhist name: "Amitabha, the disciples of Xuankong Temple are here."

Ye Feng's eyes stop at the disciples of the Xuankong Temple in the northwest corner. These monks who attend the Buddhist ceremony are really different from ordinary people.

The temple is strictly regulated and strict. The disciples of Xuankong Temple are all dressed in yellow robes. All of them are serious and silent. They stand quietly in the northwest corner, waiting for the start of guwu Dabi.Ye Feng sighed, but it's a pity that there are many good and bad Buddhists among the Buddhists. There are eminent monks and villains who have defiled the pure land of Buddhism. However, Zen master Zhikong, the headmaster of Buddhism, is naturally protective. He is partial to the truth and does not know the good and evil of human nature.

"Is disciple Qing coming?"

"Here it is."

From the southeast corner came a resounding reply, neat and loud.

The disciples of the Shangqing sect are also dressed in the same uniform. The disciples of Sanqing have a blue Yinyang fish Taoist robe with a hairpin on their curled hair and a three foot sword on their back.

Although Taoist priest Chongxu is hypocritical and cruel, all the disciples are strong and full of air. They have a certain flavor of fairyland.

"What about the disciples of Fangcun mountain?"

"Here it is."

The disciples of Fangcun mountain, led by Mr. Mo, answered in a voice like spring thunder, which made people's ears numb and resound all over the sky.

Most of fangcunshan's disciples practice Fenglei Zhenyuan, and they burst out in a collective like thunder on the plain. Before the ancient martial arts big competition started, their momentum was overwhelming.

Some Taiyi disciples nearby were frightened. Influenced by the patriarch Yue Zhuoqun, the disciples secretly regarded Fang cunshan as their competitors. They looked unhappy and said in a low voice, "what do you shout, the ancient martial arts competition is no louder than your voice."

"A loud voice is not necessarily a high skill."

"Sensationalism."

"Have the disciples of Yihua palace arrived yet?"

"Here it is."

There is a sound like the cuckoo Yingyan's voice. Although there is no other school's sound neat and loud, it is the most beautiful, pleasant and eye-catching.