Chapter 1171

The third challenger is Du Zhong.

Duzhong walked slowly to Ye Feng and said with a smile, "brother ye, let me guess right. You are the first one to be the champion. We will fight against you with the method of wheel battle."

Ye Feng thumbs up: "brother Du guessed as expected."

"I've played two games. Are you tired?"

"It's OK. Don't you notice that I'm more and more energetic?"

"Ha ha, you're full of red light. You're energetic enough. You don't look like a man in two battles."

"Brother Du, it's up to you. How are you going to fight?"

"Fight with you? Forget it, we just fought last time. I didn't come to fight with you. I just want to talk for a while and let you have a rest. I have a Qi tonic pill. Take one to recover my strength. "

"No, I don't feel tired at all. On the contrary, I'm full of energy."

"Young people, good physical strength, really enviable ah."

Du Zhong and Ye Feng chatted in the competition, which caused the dissatisfaction of Chongxu Taoist priest and Zen master Zhikong.

"Old Du, do you want to fight or not? Speed up. We are still waiting in line here."

"Amitabha, Mr. Du Zhong, time is short. Please don't chat."

Du Zhong laughed and said to the elder Lu, "I give up."

There was an uproar, but he didn't expect that Duzhong would take the initiative to admit defeat.

Eucommia had a fight with Ye Feng, but he was defeated by Ye Feng's flying sword. Ye Feng's flying sword hovered in front of his throat, and the cold air stabbed his skin.

Compared with Ye Feng, there is no chance to win.

Originally, he also wanted to be opportunistic. He might have a chance to win by competing with Ye Feng, but after seeing Ye Feng compete with Mr. Mo Da, the idea was completely cancelled.

Even Mr. Mo Da's thunder fist was defeated in Ye Feng's hands, and he was not an opponent. He simply abstained.

Seeing that Duzhong abstained and admitted defeat, Taoist priest Chongxu and Zen master Zhikong showed disdain and helplessness. They also hoped that Duzhong could consume Ye Feng's physical strength, so that they could win more.

Chongxu Taoist priest was unwilling to say: "Mr. Du, how can you abstain? How can you know that you can't beat him if you don't fight?"

"We played before, and I lost."

What Du Zhong said caused another uproar. How much courage does it take for a master of ancient martial arts to admit defeat in the hands of others? Ye Feng gives Du Zhong a glance of appreciation.

Du Zhong abstained and admitted defeat. Lu Changlao continued to announce that he held the list of participants in his hand and said: "the fourth challenger, Xuankong Temple..."

Lu Changlao specially confirmed the name on the list: "master Mingyue of Xuankong Temple."

Ye Feng doesn't know who master Mingyue is, but he is surprised that the Xuankong Temple has replaced others to fight. Isn't the top expert in Xuankong Temple not Zen master Zhikong?

Hearing the name of master Mingyue, only a few knew who he was and moved by it. Mr. Mo DA and Du Zhong looked at each other, and their looks became more serious.

Chong Xu Taoist priest PI xiaorou asked in a low voice: "Zen master Zhikong, is master Mingyue your uncle?"

Zen master Zhikong put his hands together, and there was a proud look in his face: "Amitabha, yes, master Mingyue is my martial uncle. He has been closed for 30 years and left the pass yesterday."

The smile on Chongxu Taoist priest's face was even more strange than crying: "this is a coincidence. Yesterday I passed the customs clearance and just caught up with the ancient martial arts competition. It's really good."

On the surface, Taoist Chongxu said that it was too good, but he secretly scolded him. This old bald donkey is so cunning that he actually moved his uncle out. Mingyue is not dead yet. He is an immortal old monster. With him in, I'm afraid I'll be ruined if I challenge the champion.

Ye Feng wants to know more about master Mingyue.

Knowing that Duzhong was well-informed, Ye Feng asked him in a low voice: "it's so fresh. Who is the master of the bright moon? Is it more powerful than Zen master Zhikong

Du Zhong's face was dignified: "I've heard of master Mingyue's name. It was 50 years ago. He was the martial uncle of Zen master Zhikong, and his skill was unfathomable. There was a legend about him in Xuankong Temple."

A master with a legend is more interesting than Zen master Zhikong, which makes Ye Feng more interested.

"Oh, about his legend?"

"It is said that he came down to earth as a golden arhat."

Ye Feng said with disdain on his face: "Luohan comes down to earth? No matter what kind of person he is, the soldiers will come to block him. When the water comes and the earth covers, God will block and kill God. "

"You should be more careful."

A Buddha's name from far to near: "Amitabha."

A thin old monk came slowly, wearing a yellow robe that had lost luster. He seemed to walk slowly, but his feet were not stained with dust, like clouds and flowing water. He arrived in front of him in a blink of an eye.

Only then can we see the monk's appearance. He is really old and ugly. The wrinkles on his face can kill mosquitoes, and the pouch under his eyes is almost pulled to his cheek.

Let Ye Feng's surprise is that the morning sun in his bald head plated with a layer of gold, at first glance, it really makes people think that the golden arhat came to the world.The old monk didn't bring weapons. He held a string of Buddhist beads in his withered hands. His hands closed together and his voice was gentle but very clear: "Amitabha, the old monk is very polite in the bright moon."

Standing in front of the master Mingyue, Ye Feng has a kind of solemnity and reverence, and even a feeling of wanting to worship. Is this Mingyue monk really a Luohan?

In Ye Feng's divinity, a wisp of divine power rises, driving that strange feeling out of the mind.

Master Mingyue's skill is unknown, but his desire for incense has reached the level of being silent and infecting other people's emotions, which makes people have an impulse to worship him.

"Why didn't master Mingyue find a quiet place to meditate on Buddhism, but came here to compete?"

"Amitabha, the old monk has been in seclusion for 30 years, and he also wants to make a modest contribution to Xuankong Temple. The headmaster and nephew recommended the old monk to participate in the ancient martial arts competition, and the old monk came."

"Master Mingyue, you are a challenger. Start your challenge."

"That old monk is not polite."

Master Mingyue suddenly straightened his body, and a strong breath burst out of his thin body, which was more pure than Mr. Mo Da's internal power.

Just now his old age disappeared. The wrinkles on his face were actually propped up, and the whole man was like a balloon inflated and burst into a faint golden light.

"Oh, Ma, Ni, Ba, MI, Hong."

Master Mingyue put his hands together and looked serious. He closed his eyes and lowered his curtain. He gently recited a six character Daming mantra.

The onlookers did not feel much when listening to master Mingyue reciting the six character Daming mantra. However, Ye Feng felt a faint fragrance coming from around. It seemed that countless monks chanted sutras with master Mingyue. There was a mountain like pressure and fell down on his head.