The minds of those who practice martial arts are extremely firm. Any monk in the martial arts field can concentrate his mind and make ordinary people collapse when he sees it. His eyes are truly a means of killing people.

Although this is a test, it is also a test.

If a qi channel that is promoted by absorbing the internal strength of others, under such a test, he will inevitably be in chaos and even die of devils.

An Qisheng seemed to have not realized that even if one person's spirit could compete with thousands of monks, he could know that his spiritual will was all top in the world.

"That one is the Emperor's Awakening Bell?"

An Qisheng didn't care about the praises of the few people. His eyes turned and he had already fallen on the emperor's bell.

Divine weapon!

At first glance, An Qisheng could see that the bell weighing millions of pounds was a magic weapon.

But that was not a person's magic weapon, but a magic weapon of the entire Huangjue Temple.

If we say that the center of the gathering of luck in Liangzhou is Huangjue Temple, the place where the gathering of luck in Huangjue Temple is the Huangjue Bell!

In his senses, the yellowed bell was not only the core of the entire Huangjue Temple's energy and magnetic field, but also the gathering of the martial arts and fortunes of Huangjue Temple for thousands of years!

What a great emperor's bell.

An Qisheng's eyes couldn't help but lit up and then disappeared.

This bell is undoubtedly the best magic weapon he has ever seen, whether it is luck or material.

Unfortunately, this bell is a gathering of the spirit of the martial arts and martial arts in Huangjue Temple. If it were not for the people of Huangjue Temple, it would not only be of no benefit to get it, but would also be retaliated.

Even if it is not the true qi of Buddhism, if you want to ring this bell, you may have to withstand the oppression of the thousand-year martial arts fortune of Huangjue Temple.

This oppression is probably much more terrifying than the weight of the copper bell itself.

‘So I’m waiting for me here.’

An Qisheng's heart was filled with thoughts.

The little monk is so thief.

"Yes, that's the Emperor Jue Bell."

The Three Seals Monk took a step forward and said:

"This bell is made of ore veins collected from thousands of mountains, weighing 9.99 million kilograms! When casting this bell, there were tens of thousands of blacksmiths and craftsmen participating in it, and with the help of all the monks in my Huangjue Temple, it took twenty-three years before it was cast.

It has been two hundred years since then!”

Faced with such a bell, An Qisheng could only nod and praise: "Excellent."

A bell weighs 5,000 tons.

Facing such a creation, who can not say anything great?

All An Qisheng saw in his life was that the Central Plains Buddha that he had seen on Xuanxing was heavier than it. That Buddha weighed 18,000 tons.

"This bell is hard to ring. There are only five or six people in my Huangjue Temple who have been able to ring this bell over the years."

Abbot Sankong smiled and said:

"The bell has not been ringed for fifty years now. If two people can ring it, it would be a great thing."

"not busy."

But An Qisheng waved his hand.

"Does the Taoist priest regret it?"

Fuxin was slightly stunned.

"That's not!"

An Qisheng smiled, looked at Fuxin deeply, and said, "You want to bet with me. If I lose, I will destroy the magical skill of Tianyi's spiritual sutra that shocks the world and the earth, and then I will win.

What bet do you give me, little monk?"

"........................ I'm so shocking that ghosts and gods are crying?"

Fuxin couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth and chewed it. Although she felt that this was exaggerating, she couldn't say anything.

Isn’t it worth a point to the Demonic Slayer?

What is the Longxiang Fa Temple that was destroyed?

After thinking about it, I had to say:

"My master and disciple have nothing to do. If the Taoist priest likes anything, just take it away."

Huiguo suddenly interrupted Master:

"Except my donkey!"

Fuxin suddenly realized and added: "And my donkey!"

“…….”

The monks were stunned, not knowing what expression they had for a moment.

"Are you kidding me?"

An Qisheng snorted coldly, and the smile on his face disappeared.

Once you blink your sleeves, you will make a move to leave.

Fu Xin's expression changed and he could only shout An Qisheng:

"What bet is the Taoist priest want? Just say it bluntly?"

"What did you say?"

An Qisheng turned around and came.

“I said it.”

Fuxin thought he was sure to win, so he gritted his teeth and agreed.

Not to mention that his golden body is the best at practicing divine veins, it is because the emperor's bell itself rejects any true qi outside of Buddhism, so it is destined that An Qisheng wants to surpass himself, at least his true qi or physical strength is more than five times larger than himself.

This is impossible to lose.

"good!"

An Qisheng's smile appeared.

You plot against me, I plot against you too.

The reason why he never mentioned bets before was also his own calculations.

Compared with the master and apprentice who have nothing but donkeys, Huangjue Temple, which has dominated the state for more than a thousand years, is naturally much richer.

Others don’t know the relationship between Longxiangfa Temple and Huangjue Temple, but he knows it.

The ancestor of Longxiangfa Temple was the disciple of the old monk who opened Huangjue Temple. Both of them were of the same origin and flow, and the relationship was much better than what others knew.

After An Qisheng smiled, Fuxin knew that he had been fooled, but now that things have come to this, he can only agree:

"Dare you ask the priest, what bet do you want?"

An Qisheng smiled but said nothing, but his eyes looked straight at Huang Juezhong.

“No…”

Fuxin and the monks from Huangjue Temple all changed their expressions.

But An Qisheng spoke slowly:

"I want to cast a magic weapon."

Divine weapon?

Fu Xin suddenly realized the purpose of this old Taoist priest.

It's dark under the light.

An Qisheng's strength was so incredible that he forgot that he needed a magic weapon.

"The Taoist priest came prepared."

Before Fuxin could speak, Sankong shook his head and spoke:

"If you don't mention the bet between the Taoist priest and his senior brother, just relying on the Taoist priest's destruction in front of the Chivalrous Sect, my Huangjue Temple should also give you one or two rewards."

He walked forward two steps, pointing to the Emperor's Bell:

"If Taoist priest can ring this bell for eighteen times, I will make the decision for the senior brother. The Taoist priest's magical weapons can be presented to the Emperor's Temple!"

Eighteen times?

Many monks in the square were all in an uproar.

It is rumored that there are five or six people in Huangjue Temple who can ring this bell, but these five or six people refer to the fact that in the past two hundred years since the bell was cast, a total of five or six people have been able to ring this bell!

Nowadays, there are only three people who can ring this bell in Huangjue Temple, including the ancestor in the back mountain!

Except for the ancestors, the rest of the people ring this bell at most nine times.
To be continued...