Master Yi Deng shook his head.
"Amitabha. Monks don't lie. This old monk did not participate in this matter.”
"Just now, outside the restaurant, you used your eyes to look at me and deliberately lured me here. What do you mean?"
"Amitabha ~ Young Hero Jiang Ziwen, you have been in the pugilistic world for many days, and your hands have been stained with countless blood. I advise you to stop as soon as possible.”
"Stop? Why? He did not kill all his enemies back then. Why should we stop?"
"Amitabha. If young hero Jiang Ziwen still has endless resentment in his heart, then vent it on this poor monk.”
"Oh? Master Yi Deng, are you sure?"
"If I don't go to hell, who will? I am willing to take four palm strikes from Young Hero Jiang Ziwen to dissolve the hostility in your heart. I hope you can stop killing.”
Jiang Ziwen turned his head coldly and stared at Master Yi Deng.
he said lightly.
"I hate monks like you the most. You always try to resolve the hostility in your hearts. Do you have the ability to take four of my palm strikes? Master Yi Deng, what if you can't take it?”
"If you can't take it. Young Hero Jiang Ziwen, you can do whatever you want to me.”
"There's no need to punish me. I want you to agree to a request.”
"Young hero, please speak."
"If you lose, I want your 100,000 soldiers. If I lose, I will not kill the remaining enemies in the martial world and return peace to the martial world. Aren't you righteous? Then let's take a gamble for the sake of the common people.”
Master Yi Deng took a deep breath.
He looked at Jiang Ziwen.
"Young hero Jiang Ziwen, I have already become a monk and am no longer the Dali Emperor. I am afraid that such a request…"
"Who doesn't know that Dali is still under your control? Cut the crap. I'm asking you if you agree or not.”
After three seconds of silence, Master Yi Deng said,"
He nodded solemnly.
"Amita, this penniless monk agrees to young hero Jiang Ziwen's bet. If I can't take four of your moves, I'll lose and the 100,000 soldiers of Dali will be yours. If I can catch it, I hope that young hero Jiang Ziwen will prioritize the lives of the people in the world and not kill again.”
The first level Luminarist channeled his internal strength into his internal organs.
His strong internal strength protected his entire body.
Patron Jiang Ziwen, please."
Jiang Ziwen's right hand suddenly rose. The true qi of the Northern Dark Divine Art and the internal strength of the Tendon Changing Classic in his body completely gathered at his right arm.
His left hand was the Ice Palm!
Right hand, Flaming Palm.
At the moment when his hand gathered, Jiang Ziwen's hand suddenly shot out!
The terrifying palm quickly smashed into South Deity Yideng's chest!
Master Yi Deng had originally thought that Jiang Ziwen's swordsmanship and lightness skill were very powerful.
However, he did not expect Jiang Ziwen's internal strength to be so terrifying.
The moment the palm hit his chest.
Master Yi Deng immediately retreated five steps, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth.
His internal strength defense was instantly broken!
Just as he was about to adjust his breathing and exercise his internal strength again to protect his body.
However, Jiang Ziwen didn't follow the rules at all and didn't care about the morality of the martial world.
Jiang Ziwen's second palm strike had already arrived!
Master Yi Deng was completely shocked!
This time, Master Yi Deng was careless.
Before the zhenqi in his body could protect his chest, Jiang Ziwen's palm struck him hard.
Grandmaster Yi Dengdeng was sent flying and fell from the hill.
He fell at the foot of the hill, blood continuously spurting out from the corner of his mouth.
It dyed his white beard red.
Master Yi Deng was about to prop himself up.
But…Jiang Ziwen's terror was like a nightmare.
He did not give him any chance to catch his breath!
Jiang Ziwen appeared behind him again.
"Pa!" Another palm strike.
It struck Master Yideng's dantian!
This time, Master Yideng's dantian was shattered, and the zhenqi in his meridians was completely scattered.
Master Yi Deng spat out another mouthful of blood. He had lost all ability to resist.
"Who gave you monks the courage? Was his internal energy very high when he asked others to give him a few palm strikes to eliminate his sins? Are you very strong?"
"You monks have a common problem. You rely on your high internal energy to act as if you care about the world every day.”
"Master Yi Deng, if you really fight me one-on-one, I might not be able to cripple you in a short period of time.”
"But if you don't make a move, I'm sorry. I'm not a saint. I don't have a compassionate heart. You really can't take it anymore.”
Master Yi Deng placed his hand on the ground and was about to stand up.
He saw that the bones in the area where Jiang Ziwen had hit his chest seemed to be about to break, and the true energy in his body was in chaos.
He was actually unable to adjust his breathing to a stable state for a while.
Not to mention healing!
He was silent for a while before speaking to Jiang Ziwen.
"This Penniless Monk has lost.”
"One lamp, do not persuade others to be good without suffering! Put away your Amitabha Sutra. In the future, the name South Deity should never appear in the martial world again. Prepare the 100,000 soldiers when we return. I'll send someone to collect it after a while.”
Master Yi Deng raised his trembling hands in front of his chest.
Amitabha. This Penniless Monk will take his leave."
……
At this moment.
The system's voice suddenly sounded in Jiang Ziwen's mind.
Congratulations to the host for successfully defeating Master Yi Deng after expending tremendous effort.
Jiang Ziwen was speechless.
Was this called expending nine bulls and two tigers 'effort?
Ding! The host is rewarded with a top-notch cultivation technique,[Jade Flute Melody].
"Is this jade flute serious? Why would I want to learn this?"
It's not for you…It's for that beautiful lady in green clothes…Doesn't she carry a long jade green flute with her…
Jiang Ziwen:||| )
"I have other uses for the flute.”
What other use? Wasn't the jade flute just for blowing?
Jiang Ziwen was speechless.
" The first time I met him, I gave him a manual on how to play the flute…"
……
After Cheng Ying came out of Xiangyang City.
Her green figure was extremely graceful as she chased after Jiang Ziwen along the path.
She chased for an entire hour.
There was no sign of Jiang Ziwen at all.
Cheng Ying stopped and looked around.
She wondered if she had gone in the wrong direction.
She looked at the merchants who were passing by.
Cheng Ying asked an old man.
"Old man, did you see a handsome young hero in white passing by?”
The old man shook his head.
"Miss, we usually don't look around on the road. It's easy to get into trouble! I really didn't see it. I'm sorry."
"It's fine, it's fine, old man! Then hurry up and hurry!"
Just as Cheng Ying was feeling a little anxious…
A mocking voice suddenly sounded from behind him.
"Miss, we've seen the young master you mentioned.”
Cheng Ying turned around.
The four burly men behind him were the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River.
All of them had lewd smiles on their faces.
"Young lady, take off your mask. We'll tell you where that young master went.”
"A prodigal!"
Cheng Ying ignored him and turned around to walk forward!
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