"Panlong Shenmu is the sacred tree that we have guarded in Xichan Temple for thousands of years, and the fruit of Panlong Shenmu is the treasure of our Xichan Temple.
Wuchen said to Chen Feng.
"In that case, then the master is offended."
Chen Feng naturally refused to agree to hand over the fruit of the Panlong Divine Tree, if he handed it over, wouldn't Murong Bing be dead.
Chen Feng no longer wasted his tongue, and immediately stepped forward with a bully, and hit Wuchen with a punch, he didn't mean to hurt anyone, he just wanted to take the opportunity to escape.
Wuchen didn't expect Chen Feng to be so stubborn, seeing him punch over, he sneered, he didn't think so, he didn't even block it, and let Chen Feng's punch fall on him.
Chen Feng's punch was just an ordinary punch, and he didn't have any reputation, but he also knew that this old monk was not easy to deal with, so he didn't dare to hold it up, and used sixty percent of his skills.
With a snap, Chen Feng's fist fell on Wuchen's body, but Chen Feng's fist did not fall to the ground as he thought, but was flicked by Wuchen's monk's robe, his fist slid and suddenly fell into the air, not hitting Wuchen's body at all.
Chen Feng punched the air, stumbled under his feet, and almost fell, and because he had nowhere to vent, his strength flowed back to himself, which made Chen Feng's stomach twitch for a while, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled snort, almost suffocating himself from internal injuries.
"Eighteen drops!"
Chen Feng saw that Wuchen's monk's robe was windless, and then thought of the deflated punch he had just made, and suddenly screamed out loud.
Eighteen dips are a kind of advanced martial arts derived from Buddhism sleeping Arhat, this kind of martial arts is very difficult to practice, not as simple as Tai Chi to overcome rigidity, if you want to learn well, it is not easy, I didn't expect this old monk to use a set of dipping clothes eighteen drops with a superb, this old monk is really not easy to deal with.
Chen Feng's expression was a little uncertain, and he suddenly repeated his old trick again, and punched Wu Chen, who saw that Chen Feng had not learned a lesson, and planned to attack with the same move, so he immediately despised Chen Feng and planned to teach him another lesson.
After Chen Feng punched out, the corners of his mouth pursed slightly, this old monk really thought he was a donkey, the same encounter, how could Chen Feng repeat it again, I saw that when he was about to hit Wuchen's body with a punch, suddenly Chen Feng put his fist away, and it had turned his fist into a hand and fell on Wuchen's body.
With a tearing sound, I saw that the sleeves of Wuchen's monk's robe were torn off by Chen Feng, and this time it was replaced by Wuchen and shouted: "Dragon Descending Hand!"
Who the hell are you?
Why do you understand our Buddhist martial arts!
” "The world's martial arts is a family, and the master doesn't need to make a fuss."
Chen Feng smiled, he threw the half of the sleeve in his hand, and immediately took the opportunity to slip away, but before he could escape from the yard, Wu Chen had already chased after him, and hit Chen Feng on the back with a palm, this kid was too slippery, and the means were endless, even Wu Chen didn't dare to underestimate him, and no longer showed mercy to his subordinates.
Chen Feng's body was covered by a thick palm wind, as if he was in a cage, he found that no matter what direction he escaped, he would be hit by him, and his heart was suddenly shocked, he couldn't imagine that this old monk's cultivation was so profound, it seemed that it was impossible to escape.
Chen Feng did not hesitate, immediately turned around, and a king's fist and Wuchen confronted, the king's fist is the emperor's fist, it is a domineering fist, the so-called emperor's anger, floating corpses for thousands of miles, like a dragon roaring, but Wuchen's palm is also the highest martial arts of Buddhism, with a heroic righteousness, a fist and a palm intersect, Chen Feng spurted out a mouthful of blood, and was beaten out by Wuchen.
Although Chen Feng's King Fist is powerful, but between heaven and earth, the pattern is still a little smaller, and after Chen Feng landed, he was already injured.
"This benefactor, you are young, your cultivation is already so extraordinary, you must also be a famous disciple, why do you need to do such a thing of stealing chickens and touching dogs, you hand over the Panlong Shenmu Fruit, the old man will not embarrass you."
Although Wuchen's surface looked calm, he couldn't help but feel shocked in his heart, this Chen Fengguan was only in his twenties, and he had already cultivated to such a realm, I am afraid that the origin is not simple.
Chen Feng coughed a few times and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his hand, this old monk is at least a cultivator of the Transformation Realm, he is facing him head-on, there is no chance of winning, even if he uses the Hell Knife, it will be in vain.
But if Chen Feng was to give up the fruit of the Panlong Divine Tree so willingly, Chen Feng couldn't do it, and Murong Bing was still waiting for him to take the fruit back to save his life.
Chen Feng's expression changed back and forth, as if he was thinking about the gains and losses, he had already taken the fruit of the Panlong Divine Tree, but how to escape from the hands of this old monk, he still had to think carefully.
Slowly, Chen Feng's eyes showed a glimmer of light, although he couldn't beat this old monk, but he might not have a chance to escape, when he thought of this, Chen Feng immediately got up from the ground, and took out the fruit of the Panlong Divine Tree and said, "Master, what you just said counts?"
” "Amitabha, the monks don't lie, as long as you hand over the Panlong Divine Wood Fruit, the old man promises to let you go."
Wuchen folded his hands.
"Okay, then we'll make a decision."
Chen Feng handed the Panlong Shenmu Fruit in his hand to Wuchen, Wuchen was not deceitful, he reached over, and wanted to take the Panlong Shenmu Fruit in Chen Feng's hand, at this time, he saw Chen Feng's eyes showing a trace of cunning, and when he turned his hand, he saw that the Panlong Shenmu Fruit in his hand was gone.
"I'm sorry, Master, for offending."
I saw Chen Feng apologize to Wuchen, and then shouted: "The Ancient Fourth King Kong - the main realm, seal it for me!"
” As Chen Feng's words fell, I saw that he had already used the Buddhist magic power he had obtained in Bermuda, a three-square-meter realm, and sealed Wuchen at once.
"Ancient Buddhism!"
Wuchen's pupils shrank, and he exclaimed, he never thought that Chen Feng would know how to use the magic power that had been lost in Buddhism.
Wuchen's body stagnated, fell into Chen Feng's domain, and became unable to move, Chen Feng knew that with Wuchen's cultivation, getting out of trouble was just a matter of blink of an eye, where did he dare to scream, he immediately nodded two fingers on Wuchen's body, and then immediately turned around and ran.
Those monks who want to stop him, without Wuchen's cultivation, where can they stop Chen Feng's way, they haven't touched Chen Feng's body yet, Chen Feng has already slipped out of the temple, and then immediately used light skills to escape, with the strength of that old monk, it won't take half an hour at most, he will be able to crack his unique fingering, and if he doesn't run away at this time, he will be able to wait for when.