The breeze blows gently, and the bamboo sea listens to the waves.

In the quiet bamboo forest, Chi Ou and Guoguo were happily sitting around the soil. What was placed in front of him were bamboo shoots filled with several bags.

“One, two, four, five.”

"You forgot to count three."

"Oh, three, two, one."

"Bang!"

A huge roar came, and the strong wave of air blew the bamboo leaves and fell. If Chiou had not been quick-eyed and fast-handed, he would have been blown away by the wave of air.

"Hey, there's a big mushroom there!"

Guoguo kicked her short legs in the bear claws and applauded.

Chi Ou squinted his panda's eyes and looked up,

In the distant sky,

——A mushroom cloud appeared.

......

Time is turned back a little bit forward.

When the poet standing in the air saw the huge character "卍", a bad premonition arose in his heart.

His spiritual energy was instantly regained, wanting to regain his artistic conception.

Because this range attack is obviously aimed at his artistic conception, and the artistic conception is closely related to the essence.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"Boom!"

The huge "卍" character, carrying a magnificent energy, rushed towards the artistic conception of the poetic ghost.

This character "卍" does not just contain powerful energy. In a sense, it contains the trace of the rules of heaven contained in the refined Haoran Qi. It is actually the biggest nemesis of Yin Cultivation, such as Poetry Ghost.

Not only the essence of the poetic ghost, but also the huge artistic conception of his hanging in the air showing off his might.

Although the poetic ghost's artistic conception power is powerful, it still seems very fragile in front of this punch, and it can even be said to be a mantis arm blocking the car.

The artistic conception of covering the sky was broken with one punch!

The face of the poet Lu Xuanji showed a look of pain.

A fierce intention burst out from his eyes, and the spiritual energy was running wildly. A faint blue light and black light emitted from his body, and his whole body seemed to be bathed in a sea of ​​spiritual energy.

"This is the power of rules!"

Lu Xuanji gritted his teeth and growled. He finally knew why this young monk, who seemed to be young, had such terrifying power.

Because the martial arts practiced by this little monk also include some rules of the heavenly way!

Not only that, this little monk also perfectly combined the spiritual energy casting with this part of the rules of heaven, reaching the peak.

"boom!"

He punched through the void and bombarded the Shigui with the momentum of destroying the world.

Immediately afterwards, the extremely compressed energy burst out, and a mushroom cloud suddenly rose from mid-air.

The huge air waves overturned a large area of ​​people on the grass.

The poet was knocked away. He was already a little listless in the duel with Dean Song, and his face was scaryly pale at this time.

On the yin body of the poetic ghost, fragments of soul floated out.

"This, how is this possible? How can you master the rules of heaven?"

The poet couldn't believe it, his heart was filled with unwillingness. He couldn't figure out why a yellow-mouthed child with no hair had such a despicable ability.

You know, it can be said in this world that no one in the top immortal sects in the Middle-earth people who have inherited a long history have such ability.

What is this little monk’s origin? How could he master the martial arts that integrate with the rules of the Heavenly Dao?

"The little monk did not master the rules of heaven."

Shen Budu, who landed safely, said lightly:

"It's the donor that your artistic conception is too weak, and you can't compete with the little monk's punch."

Shigui's unwilling figure gradually dissipated. He barely supported him and asked the last sentence.

"What's the name of this punch?"

"Like my Buddha."

The poet seemed to be relieved. He laughed to the sky, and his soul became more and more broken.

"As I am here... What a Buddha like me here! How happy! How happy!"

After saying that, it completely disappeared.

Everyone who was overturned by the air waves fell into death silence.

The strong man from the upper three realms, a legendary figure four hundred years ago, and the poetic ghost Lu Xuanji, died.

And they died in front of them in a way that they were scattered.

Whether it is a noble status like Princess Taiping Li Jinyue, a long-standing figure like Lu Daru, or an ordinary academy student like Huang Kai.

Only one thought,

Can't believe it.

Yes, I can't believe it.

No one could imagine that the Shigui had defeated President Song, who had forcibly improved his realm by relying on the formation. Such an old strong man would die in such an unbelievable way, which would completely end the conflict.

From standing up without crossing, to falling from the sky and killing the poetic ghost.

It's just a few dozen breaths.

It's too short,

It's so short that it's hard to believe that all this is true.

A punch falling from the sky, a violent explosion formed a mushroom cloud.

The power beyond imagination deeply shocked everyone present.

Even the calm Huang Erhe Huang Master grew up and couldn't close his mouth for a long time. He didn't even realize that saliva was flowing out.

His son Huang Kai was deeply afraid when he thought of his rudeness to the little monk and his ridiculous plot.

If the little monk wanted to kill him, he would probably have turned into ashes in just a blink of an eye.

Shangguan Wan'er looked at the little monk who was a little damaged in the distance, but still stood calmly. Even though he was as arrogant as her, he had to admit that the little monk was indeed stronger than her, and much stronger.

At this time, Princess Taiping beside her felt a little complicated. Unlike Wu Lanshan who jumped three feet tall, Princess Taiping knew more.

If it was that apprentice, now at this point in time, would it be...

Princess Taiping shivered slightly. She suppressed the random thoughts in her heart and walked towards the position of the little monk.

The fat man Yi Yuzhong, who was closer, smiled and his fat on his face was almost taking off.

Yi Yuzhong realized that he probably met an amazing figure when he attended the Liushang Poetry Conference this time!

Such a young man, so strong! There is no need to say that "the future is his", it is just that, now is his, right?

Shocked, discussed, followed, loved, envied, worshipped... all kinds of emotions are all in one go.

At this moment, Princess Taiping Li Jinyue was wearing a palace outfit and moving forward slowly.

Li Jinyue bowed solemnly to Chen Budu and said softly.

"This palace represents all the lords who attended the Liushang Poetry Conference, thank the wizard for his help in saving you."

Everyone in the distance looked at Princess Taiping, who was extremely noble, and actually saluted the little monk respectfully. They were shocked and could not be more exaggerated.

Maybe I was shocked too much today and I was a little numb, and some people actually took it for granted.

The person who reacted quickly began to inquire about who this young monk was and which immortal sect he came from?

Kill the Poetry Ghost with one punch, this is the well-deserved "One-Fist Monk"!

If it weren't for the reincarnation of the powerful, I'm afraid there would be no such terrifying genius in hundreds of years.

And as Lu Daru wakes up and takes the lead in ceremonies,

Liushang Poetry Club sounded like tsunami on the grass on both sides of the river and canal.

"Thank you for your salvation!"
Chapter completed!