Supreme Medicinal God

The third challenger is Eucommia.

Eucommia slowly walked in front of Ye Feng and smiled: "Brother Ye, let me guess right. You are the first to be the champion. We will use the wheel war to deal with you."

Ye Feng gave a thumbs-up: "Brother Du's guess is correct."

"Has played two games, are you tired?"

"It's okay, you didn't find out, do I get more spirited?"

"Haha, it's energetic to see you glowing in red. It's not like a person in two battles."

"Brother Du, you are approached. How are you going to fight?"

"Fight with you? Forget it, last time we just fought. Where am I your opponent? I didn't fight with you. I just wanted to talk for a while and give you a break. I have a qi pill here. , Eat a Qi Qi Dan to restore physical strength."

"No, I'm not tired at all, but full of energy."

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

Eucommia and Ye Feng chatted in the contest, which caused the dissatisfaction of Master Chongxu and Master Zhikong.

Chongxu said with a smile on his face: "Old Du, if you can't fight, speed up, we are still waiting in line here."

"Amitabha, Mr. Du Zhong, time is running out, please don't chat."

Du Zhong smiled and said to Elder Lu next to him: "I admit defeat."

There was an uproar in the audience, and I did not expect Du Zhong to take the initiative to admit defeat.

Eucommia had a fight with Ye Feng and was defeated by Ye Feng's flying sword. Ye Feng's flying sword hovered in front of his throat. The scene of the cold and piercing skin, Du Zhong still has fresh memories.

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

Originally, he also wanted to opportunistically compete with Ye Feng, maybe there is still a chance of winning, but after seeing Ye Feng compete with Mr. Mo Da, this idea was completely cancelled.

Even Mr. Mo Da’s wind and thunder fist was defeated by Ye Feng, and he was not even an opponent. He simply abstained.

Seeing Eucommia abstain from admitting defeat, Chongxu Daochang and Master Zhikong revealed a disdainful and helpless look. They also hoped that Eucommia could consume Ye Feng's physical strength, so that they could have one more chance of winning.

The head of Chongxu said unwillingly: "Mr. Du, how can you abstain? How do you know you can't beat him if you don't fight?"

"We have played before, I lost."

Du Zhong's words caused another uproar. An ancient master Wu took the initiative to admit that he had lost the courage of others. Ye Feng cast a glimpse of appreciation to Du Zhong.

Du Zhong abstained and confessed. Elder Lu continued to announce, holding the list of participants in his hand and said: "Fourth challenger, Xuankong Temple..."

Elder Lu specifically confirmed the name on the list: "Master Moon Moon at Xuankong Temple."

Ye Feng didn't know who Master Mingyue was, but it was strange that Xuankong Temple actually played for other people. Isn't Xuankong Temple's top master not Zhikong Zen Master?

Hearing Master Mingyue's name, only a few knew who he was. He was moved by it. Mr. Mo Da and Du Zhong looked at each other, and their expressions became more serious.

Chongxu Road long skin smiled fleshly and asked softly: "Master Zhikong, is Master Mingyue your uncle?"

Master Chi Kong folded his hands together, and there was a triumphant look hidden in his face: "Amitabha, yes, Master Mingyue is my uncle. His old man retired for 30 years and left the customs yesterday."

The smile on Chongxu Dao’s face was even more weird, and it was even uglier than crying: “It’s a coincidence, I went out yesterday, just to catch up with the ancient martial arts competition.

Chongxu Dao said on the surface that it was great, but secretly scolded in his heart that this old bald donkey was really cunning, and actually moved his uncle out. The old guy in Mingyue was not dead yet. It was really an undead old monster.With him in, I challenged the lord to be soaked.

Knowing oneself and knowing the other, fighting a hundred battles, Ye Feng wants to know more about Master Mingyue.

Knowing that Eucommia is well-informed, Ye Feng whispered to Eucommia: "It's so fresh, who is this Master Mingyue? Isn't it more powerful than Master Zhikong?"

Du Zhong's face dignified: "I heard Master Mingyue's name. It was still fifty years ago. He was the uncle of Master Zhikong, and his skills were unpredictable. He reached the point where there was no one before. His legend."

A master with legends is more interesting than Zen Master Zen, which makes Ye Feng more interested.

"Oh, about his legend?"

"It is said that he is a golden body Luohan."

Ye Feng said with disdain: "The Luohan went down? No matter who he is, the soldiers will block it, the water will cover it, and the god will block it."

"You still have to be more careful."

A sound of the Buddha from far and near: "Amitabha."

A skinny old monk came slowly, wearing a tarnished yellow monk's clothes. It seemed to walk slowly, but his feet were not dusty in the walk, like clouds and flowing water, and he blinked before him.

Only then did I see the appearance of the monk. It was really old and ugly. The wrinkles on his face could pinch the mosquitoes, and the bags under his eyes almost pulled to his cheeks.

What surprised Ye Feng was that the morning sun plated a layer of golden light on his bald head. At first glance, it really made people think that the golden body Luohan came to the world.

The old monk did not bring a weapon. He held a string of beads in his boneless hands. His hands were closed, and his voice was gentle but very clear: "Amitabha, the old monk is courteous."

Standing in front of Master Mingyue, unconsciously, Ye Feng has a solemn and respectful feeling, and even a feeling of wanting to worship, is this Mingyue monk really Luohan descended?

In Ye Feng's dignity, a ray of divine power rose up to drive that strange feeling out of his mind.

Master Mingyue's skill is unknown, but his incense willingness has reached the level of silence and infect others' emotions, giving people an urge to worship him.

"Why doesn't Master Mingyue find a quiet place to participate in Zen Buddhism, but want to come here to compete?"

"Amitabha, the old monk has been in retreat for thirty years, and he also wants to make a meager effort for Xuankong Temple. The master nephew recommended the old monk to participate in the ancient martial arts competition.

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

"The old monk is welcome."

Master Mingyue suddenly straightened his body, and a powerful breath erupted from his thin body, which was more pure than Mr. Mo Da's internal force.

The appearance of the old Dragon Clock just now disappeared. The wrinkles on his face were actually propped up, and the whole portrait of a bloated balloon swelled up, radiating a faint golden light.

"Om, well, ah, pit, microphone, hu."

Master Mingyue folded her hands together, looked serious, closed her eyes, and gently read the six-character mantra.

The onlookers listened to Master Mingyue recite the six-character big mantra, but Ye Feng felt a faint aroma from the surroundings. , Falling down at the top of the head.

(End of this chapter)