It's just a game, why did you dig up my grave?

Immediately afterwards, the battle was in full swing. . . started unilaterally.

The story begins like this.

Fa Jing: "Those who are devout believers will not be damaged physically!"

A hammer fell.

"boom!"

Fa Jing: "Where I am is a Buddhist land on land."

Another hammer came down.

"boom!"

Fa Jing (blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth): "Senior brother, if you do this again, I will fight back."

The third hammer fell.

"boom!"

The sect that Fa Zheng belongs to has practiced various combat techniques since he was a child.

Moreover, the few remaining elders of the division will also compete (fight) with each other every day.

and teaching disciples (beating Fa Zheng).

After twenty years, this great monk's combat experience cannot be compared to Fa Jing, who practices spiritual power every day.

After Fa Jing's various mental attack martial arts were immune to Fa Zheng.

The situation became a one-sided crushing.

Consciousness-only sect, Taoism, and traditional Buddhism.

I saw a muscular monster holding a huge hammer chasing a golden-skinned monk all over the place.

From time to time, the hammer was swung out, and gold powder flew everywhere.

Everyone was stunned.

The pursuit lasted a full ten minutes.

In the end, Fajing was caught by the monk's ankle.

"Amitabha.

The poor monk is not as powerful as you, but even if you kill me, you are still on the wrong path!

For the sake of orthodoxy in the world, if I don’t go to hell, who will?

The poor monk refuses to accept it! "

"It seems that junior brother's wisdom has not yet been awakened.

Senior brother is helping you. "

There was a "swipe" sound.

Fa Zheng grabbed Fa Jing's ankle. With a little effort, he was lifted up.

It was thrown around in the sky a few times and hit the ground hard.

The hard ground made of special materials was smashed with several cracks.

Then, one left and one right, they kept hitting the ground.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

I smashed it continuously for several minutes.

It wasn't until Fajing passed out that the great monk stopped.

He raised his arms and gently shook the limp Fa Jing.

"Junior brother, do you still think that our sect is a disciple of Bo Xun?"

No one answered.

"Namo's great benevolent and compassionate Patriarch Xuanzang is so good and so good.

It seems that junior brother's wisdom has been opened for the time being.

Senior brother's hard work is not in vain. "

An expression of relief appeared on the great monk's face.

He dropped Fa Jing and slowly walked off the ring.

There was a dead silence in the gymnasium.

"Great!"

Chu Xuan, who was eating melon seeds, also had a look of relief on his face.

"Ruzi can be taught."

After the Monk Game.

It was Chu Xuan’s turn next.

Hear his name being called.

Chu Xuan stood up from his seat, the relief on his face gradually dissipated.

"Okay, enough fun.

The ordinary Chu Xuan of Sha Diao is offline, and then the serious Chu Xuan comes on. "

After finishing speaking, he slowly walked down the stand step by step, regardless of the doubtful looks of the people around him.

With every step he took, his aura became stronger and stronger.

The violence accumulated through several simulations was released bit by bit.

In the stadium, all the spectators suddenly felt heart palpitations for no apparent reason.

It was as if a bloodthirsty beast that had been sleeping for a long time was opening its eyes little by little.

Staring at their necks.

The principals of the four major Wuhan universities who were watching the game stood up at the same time.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The footsteps were not loud, but they seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart.

The moment Chu Xuan stepped onto the ring, his momentum reached its peak!

"That shadow is getting bigger and bigger."

Xuan Zhenzi, who finally recovered, turned pale again.

He said with trembling lips.

"Something's coming out!"

A tall boy stood opposite Chu Xuan.

It should be the physical training of Huaxia Wuhan University.

He couldn't remember the specific name.

It no longer matters.

Because at this time, this person was directly impacted by Chu Xuan's momentum.

His whole body was shaking as if he had malaria.

"Several principals, as well as the leaders of the organizers of the national competition, I want the Coiling Dragon Spear and the Soul."

Chu Xuan’s voice was calm.

"But I don't have the patience to waste time with a bunch of rubbish."

Everyone on the podium looked at Chen Tai, president of Wuhan University in Sinian.

The old man couldn't help having a headache.

He rubbed his temples and said helplessly.

"So Chu Xuan, what do you want to do?"

“There are fifteen of the top sixteen contestants except me.

Let these people come together.

They can use their strongest weapons, my bare hands.

I don't expect them to have the ability to defeat me.

As long as you can force me to use a gun, I lose.

I wonder if all the proud men of Hua Xia Tian here have the courage to take up the challenge? "