Especially Chen Feng, this guy is from the Little Zen Buddhism sect when he opens and closes his mouth, and he definitely doesn't mention himself, everything is proud of the Little Zen Buddhism faction, so that those disciples of the Little Zen Buddhism sect suddenly became his supporters, and even the elders and abbots of the Little Zen Buddhism sect have a smile on their faces, and the more they look at this Chen Feng, the more satisfied they are.
"Impossible......
How could he know how powerful supernatural powers he had?
” Sikong Chen's whole mind was a little messy, he was a person who cultivated in the late stage of Miaojue, but he couldn't help a person who was waiting for the middle and late stage of Jue, which was an incredible thing in itself.
"I don't believe it!
I don't believe it!
” Sikong Chen, like a child who had received stimulation, shouted loudly at Chen Feng, kicked his legs, flew into the air, and attacked Chen Feng again and again with both hands, only to see thousands of loud noises spread over the entire sky, making the world become dull.
Hundreds of loud swords attacked Chen Feng from the air, causing the disciples who were watching around the ring to rush around, worried that they would hurt these things, and several elders immediately protected the disciples of their sect around the ring, otherwise the giant sword in the sky would hurt them.
And at this time, the elders and abbots of the Little Zen Buddha Sect also became apprehensive, they didn't expect that this Sikong Chen could already use a hundred giant swords, such skills, it is not an exaggeration to call him the strongest lay disciple of the Xuankong Buddha Sect.
You must know that even some of the great elders of the Xuankong Buddha Sect can only use three or four hundred swords at most, and only their abbot can command a thousand swords, but this Sikong Chen is already able to use a hundred swords, which is enough to make the people of the Xuankong Buddha Sect proud, and in time, this Sikong Chen will decide to become a legend of the Xuankong Buddha Sect.
But his current future legend is to meet Chen Feng's nemesis, since Chen Feng found out that the Buddha attack on the earth has a bonus here, he doesn't even bother to use the Dao technique.
What King Kong is not bad magic, Mighty King Kong Finger, Mighty King Kong Palm, Mighty King Kong Legs, Golden Bell Jar, Luohan Fist or something, take turns to appear, I can't wait to use the seventy-two Shaolin tricks again, until the hundreds of giant swords in the sky are broken one by one, and the whole ring is his figure.
And the disciples of the Little Zen Buddhist sect who were watching below had already danced excitedly and shouted, and Tang Xuewen looked at Chen Feng's coquettish figure in the ring on the ground, which made him feel a kind of bitterness in his heart, this Chen Feng was really mysterious, and his previous premonition turned out to be true.
He has always had a vague sense of unease, feeling that he is not Chen Feng's opponent, and at the beginning, he still felt a little ridiculous and ridiculous.
A guy who has only been in the door for a month, even if his cultivation has been improved to the middle and late stage of waiting for enlightenment, he will not be his opponent, but Chen Feng in front of him clearly told him a cruel truth.
However, Tang Xuewen was not jealous of Chen Feng, but was happy for him, fortunately Chen Feng was a disciple of their Little Zen Buddhist School, and fortunately he was good friends with him.
At this time, Chen Feng had already destroyed all of Sikong Chen's thousands of giant swords, and smiled at Sikong Chen: "Brother Sikong Chen, it's not a way for you to make a move, why don't you come and pick me up too." ” "Prajna Palm!"
Chen Feng slapped Sikong Chen with a palm in the air, a big palm print summed up the entire ring, and with a loud bang, the dust on the ring was billowing, and I saw that there was already a concave palm print on the extremely hard ring.
And although Sikong Chen dodged, he didn't expect that Chen Feng's palm print would cover this ring, so that he could not avoid it, if he got out of the ring, then he would lose and could only resist Chen Feng's palm.
However, Chen Feng's Prajna Palm has a blessed effect in this place, and the power is not known how many times greater than the original Prajna Palm, and although Sikong Chen has resisted it with all his might, he was still swept by Chen Feng's blow to Pranya Palm, making him vomit a large mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.
"Yes, Brother Sikong Chen, it was just the first palm just now, there are a total of eight palms in the Praruo palm, and now it is the second palm, you have to be careful, little brother, I am not good at learning, and my kung fu is rough, I am worried that I will not be able to control my hand."
Chen Feng kindly reminded people to pay attention, but in fact, he was destroying Sikong Chen's psychological embankment.
The second palm slapped Sikong Chen again, this time Sikong Chen no longer defended passively, but took out a Buddhist weapon, and blasted against the Prajna palm in the sky, although the Praruo palm was broken, but he also took three steps back, and spit out a mouthful of blood again.
"Very good, I'm optimistic about you, it's the third palm now, pay attention, I'm going to attack head-on this time."
After Chen Feng finished speaking, a large palm really hit him from the front.
And this time, Sikong Chen's two people with Buddhist weapons were beaten by Chen Feng with one palm and vomited blood, I am afraid that before Chen Feng finished beating his eight palms, Sikong Chen had already lost blood and died.
"Our Xuankong Buddha Sect admits defeat."
At this time, an elder of the Xuankong Buddha Sect shouted loudly.
As long as he is not blind, he can now see that Sikong Chen can no longer support it, if Chen Feng comes to palm again, Sikong Chen, a genius disciple of the Xuankong Buddhist Sect, will have to be handed over to the ring.
And Sikong Chen's whole person knelt on one knee in the ring, vomiting blood again and again, it was not that he was not strong, but Chen Feng was too demonic, he even used the strongest Thousand Buddhas and Hundred Swords, but he still didn't win, and he didn't even hurt Chen Feng's hair.
And Chen Feng took his palm back, if he really wanted to kill Sikong Chen, why did he need one palm, two palms, three palms, he was just playing with this Sikong Chen, and by the way, he would make himself famous.
Chen Feng spread his hands and glanced at the referee elder, who immediately understood and announced loudly: "In this competition, Chen Feng, a disciple of the Little Zen Buddha Sect, won." ” As soon as the referee's elder's voice fell, the entire Little Zen Buddhism sect was in a sensation, and after many years, the Little Zen Buddhism sect finally won a game, which was not enough to win this game with some unjustifiable names, but no one cared so much, winning is winning.
In the face of everyone's cheers, Chen Feng clasped his hands together, first bowed in the direction where the abbot of the Little Zen Buddha Sect was located, and then turned around and bowed to the disciples of the Little Zen Buddha Sect in the audience, and then walked out of the ring.
And the shepherd girl who had been waiting under the ring for a long time threw herself into Chen Feng's arms, screaming excitedly, and Wang Xu, Qin Zhang, and Yang Hai wept excitedly.
Chen Feng won, which was an incredible thing for several of them, not to mention the disciples of the Little Zen Buddhist School who didn't know anything about Chen Feng.