"Master, don't force yourself!"

The little fat man Yi Yuzhong tried to pull him down, but grabbed the corner of the monk's robe, and it was not moved at all.

Huang Kai, who came back from the toilet, looked incredibly at the sank of the crowd standing among the crowd like a crane standing in the middle of the crowd.

"He's crazy?"

Liu Liulang murmured to himself: "Is it possible that we are crazy?"

Hundreds of people at the scene looked at each other in unison.

What occasion is this?

Liushang Poetry Conference, a gathering of countless Confucian practitioners, among which there are definitely many practitioners from the middle three realms, and even top-level families with five surnames and seven hopes. When put outside, it is impossible for so many well-known practitioners to appear in groups.

However, when the poet Lu Xuanji had mastered the rules of heaven and confirmed that it was undoubtedly the upper three realms, no one dared to emerge.

It’s not unaware that since the poet’s ghost has made an exception, he might have to start a massacre today. If he sits there, everyone will be in danger.

But these human beings know better what happens. Whoever emerges now will die first.

In this case, Chen Budu stood up.

Is this little monk brave? Or is it a naughty man?

"Aunt, he is the talented man and expert I told you!"

Wu Lanshan whispered to Princess Taiping.

“Huh?”

Princess Taiping looked at her, this little monk...

"Isn't this the little monk we met at the pavilion that day?"

"It's him indeed."

Shangguan Wan'er nodded slightly, a little confused and a little regretful.

Such a handsome little monk is going to waste his life now, which is really a pity...

"Little monk, sit down!"

Lu Daru put down the seriously injured President Song, tidied up his clothes, and scolded him seriously.

"This donor asked the little monk to stand up, and the little monk naturally wanted to stand up."

Chen Budu's face was calm, he was not a reckless person.

Since he dared to stand up, it means he has a certain degree of confidence.

At this time, a total of a hundred rays of Haoran Qi had been completely refined into spiritual Qi by him.

What is this concept?

Haoranqi is the special spiritual energy of the Confucian school, which contains a trace of the rules of the way of heaven. Only the above-mentioned great Confucianism can obtain it by chance when literary thoughts burst out or when they have achieved the right path. An ordinary Haoranqi can be regarded as extremely precious.

And he refined a hundred ways!

And these spiritual energy far exceeded the limit that his Qihai could accommodate. Not only was it evaporated every moment, but it also made him feel like he was about to be burst.

Therefore, at this time, he was eager to vent these spiritual energy.

"What did you say?"

The Shigui looked at the little monk walking towards the south on the ground with cold eyes.

"Didn't the donor ask, is anyone dared to stop you?"

While walking, Shen Budu's voice was still quiet, and he seemed to be saying an extraordinary fact.

"The little monk once killed the White Bone True Man with three punches. The little monk was very curious. The donor looked very strong. I wonder which punch he could get?"

Everyone at the scene took a breath of air conditioning.

The White Bone True Man, the Yin Cultivation Giant!

The young monk in front of him actually spoke wildly, saying that he had killed Bai Gu Zhenren with three punches?

If it is placed on other occasions, it will definitely be sneered by everyone and will vomit with disdain.

However, at this moment, combined with what the poet said, some people's hearts felt a sense of absurdity and bizarre hope.

Maybe this little monk can save himself?

"Shan'er, what is the origin of this little monk?"

Faced with Princess Taiping’s question, Wu Lanshan honestly replied: “He comes from Xixing Temple in Taiping County, and his Dharma name is Budu.”

Princess Taiping Li Jinyue murmured twice, but seemed to have thought of something, and her expression changed slightly.

Xixing Temple...

Could it be that apprentice?

Li Jinyue was thinking and looked at her very much. She could not see anything except seeing Shen Budu’s vague figure.

"Princess, can't you save him?" Shangguan Wan'er hesitated for a moment and asked.

Shangguan Wan'er knew that Li Jinyue had a solution.

As the empress’s favorite daughter, how could she not have the ability to protect herself?

It’s hard to say that the second-grade martial artist who is in charge of Xijing is already on the way.

As long as you delay for a moment, with the current state of the poet, it is a question whether you can leave alive.

Li Jinyue's answer disappointed Shangguan Wan'er a little.

"It's too late. If the little monk was really strong outside and had a hard time, no one could save him now."

The poetic ghost Lu Xuanji, standing in the air, looked coldly at the ant-like little monk below.

He didn't believe in everything he said.

What kind of punches kill Baigu Zhenren? Baigu Zhenren is a serious fourth-grade master. Even if he has just entered the fourth level, he is still a fourth level. How can he kill it casually?

"Since you dare to speak wildly, let me learn about your skills."

The artistic conception behind Lu Xuanji was like a mountain of Tai that hit the top of the sun and could not cross.

"not good!"

Li Jinyue and Wu Lanshan were both shocked at the same time. Although they had noble identities, they were of mediocre qualifications in the field of cultivation. Faced with this sudden blow, they could only watch and could not do anything at all.

At this time, everyone looked at Chen Budu with pity.

Can a young monk practice in the womb, at most a seven or eight-grade state of practice?

"Little monk, if you die under this move, it will not be considered as insulting my name."

Lu Xuanji sneered. He believed that if he continued his move, the little monk would definitely die.

However, at this moment, everyone suddenly discovered that Chen Budu, who had reached the open space in the south, did not avoid this attack, but stayed in place.

"You are seeking death!"

A trace of cruelty flashed in Lu Xuanji's eyes.

At this moment, an extremely vast aura surged out of Shenbuduo's body, as if thousands of troops were galloping up, shaking the four fields.

"Boom!"

Chen Budu waved his arm and punched out, and a dazzling golden dragon roared out, colliding with Lu Xuanji's artistic conception.

Amid the screams of everyone, he actually resisted it.

"So awesome!"

Wu Lanshan's heart was beating, as if she was fighting, and her blood was pouring out.

"This, how is this possible?"

Shangguan Wan'er looked into the distance in surprise. She had fought with the poetic ghost and knew very well how terrible the poetic ghost was.

It is precisely because of this that she is so surprised.

You know, a single blow from the Shigui can seriously hurt her.

Even though she guessed that the poet was seriously injured in the duel with President Song, the poet who mastered some of the rules of the laws of heaven was definitely not something that ordinary practitioners could fight against.

"Um?"

Lu Xuanji's pupils instantly dilated, and he was also a little surprised. Although he did not use all his strength, this little monk could actually stop it, and it seemed to be unscathed?

Something is wrong.

This is absolutely abnormal. This little monk should not have such strong strength.

"Hmph, I want to see where the evil genius came out?"

Lu Xuanji raised his hand again, and the artistic conception evolved.

If I just smashed it casually just now, this time I really brought the rules of "aging".
To be continued...