blogombal Chapter 758
Chapter 758
Strange phenomena appeared in the west and south at the same time, attracting everyone's attention.
"What is that?"
"The Blood Demon Cult is attacking? Such a mighty force, it doesn't seem like it at all."
Countless soul masters from the four major military regions who were receiving the live spiritual projection broadcast exclaimed in confusion, and only some soul masters from the supernormal families were thoughtful.
From the south, from the direction of the desert, there were Buddhist sounds, and gentle golden light was reflected from the south. The supernormal people present remained calm, but the hearts of the eighth-level strong men jumped, because if they didn't concentrate and restrain themselves, they actually had an urge to worship.
Under the Buddha's light, a tiny golden figure appeared, and then it shrunk into an inch and quickly approached the blue gold floating island where the competition was held.
"Hmm?"
Luo Fanchen couldn't help asking, "What's the origin of this? Why have I never heard of it?"
Feng Jiantang said, "Of course there are not only the top ten sects in the world, but also hidden sects. Their overall strength may not be as strong as the top ten sects, but their individual combat capabilities at a certain age may even be stronger than the top ten sects."
"Such sects often hide special inheritances, and their origins are even scary. Not all sects like to show off in front of people and compete for the world."
Luo Fanchen nodded slightly,
He thought of the old people in Canlao Village, each of them also had a special inheritance, comparable to or even surpassing the secret skills inheritance of the top ten sects.
"Let's not talk about the people from the west, what is the origin of this golden light in the south?"
Feng Jiantang said awkwardly: "If even I know the details of the hidden sect, then it is not really hidden, but judging from the strength of this golden light, it must be a first-class peerless ruthless person..."
When Feng Jiantang said this, the figure covered by the golden light had come close. When he saw the other party's situation clearly, his mouth opened wide in disbelief.
Luo Fanchen clenched his teeth and looked over there hesitantly: "Are you sure this is the peerless ruthless person you are talking about?"
The person who came was a bald little monk wearing a purple and gold cassock, white and fat. The purple and gold cassock seemed to be stolen, which was extremely inconsistent with the little monk who was less than half a person's height. It was already mopped on the ground, but the magical thing was that it was not stained with any dirt. It was obviously a treasure at first glance.
The little monk was holding a piece of osmanthus cake in his left hand and a big chicken leg in his right hand, biting them heartily, his mouth full of oil, and eating with relish.
Let alone Luo Fanchen, Feng Jiantang himself could not see any ruthlessness in this little monk, but he looked like the stupid son of a landlord.
Although his appearance was a little dull, it was surprising, but no one dared to underestimate him.
After all, this guy had a Buddha's light when he appeared.
Even now, there was a golden halo behind the little monk's head, as if there were shadows looming. Countless warriors watching through the spiritual projection were guessing the identity of this boy and were full of curiosity.
The female pope sitting high in the sky seemed to have expected it, and said:
"In the southern desert, under the sea of sand,"
"Landra Monastery?"
The little monk's eyes lit up, and he stuffed the cakes and chicken legs into his mouth immediately, chewing the bones together, and his chubby hands covered with oil smeared on the purple and golden magical robes:
"Little... Little..."
Before he finished speaking, he choked directly. The little monk grabbed his neck with both hands, his eyes bulged: "Water... Water..."
"Here you go!"
Yang Jinghong was very familiar with people, and he threw a jar directly over.
"Pop!"
The little monk pulled out the cork and gulped it down. The wine flowed down his cheeks and flowed on the purple and golden robes. The treasure flashed with Buddha's light, shaking the wine away.
"Huh--"
"Comfortable!"
In the amazed eyes of the audience, the little monk burped and breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, his eyes widened again: "Wait, it's spicy, this is not water, it's wine?"
Yang Jinghong said: "Wine is also water. You have eaten meat, and you still need wine?"
The little white fat man's eyes were red, and he said in annoyance: "If you had said it was wine earlier, I would have slowly tasted the taste of the legendary wine. How could I bear to swallow it into my stomach."
He poured the wine jar with his little hand, and a drop finally flowed out of the jar. The little monk quickly stretched out his tongue to catch it. After licking it, he closed his eyes and smacked his lips, looking very happy.
"This is not only wine, but also the taste of freedom!!!"
In such a serious occasion and such a weird character, everyone was unable to complain for a while.
Luo Fanchen felt that this kid was like a child who had been controlled by his parents for countless years in his previous life, and was not allowed to eat this or play that, and was suddenly released to have fun.
"Little monk, tell me your name."
The Heavenly Punishment Knight Lei Zhenyu was solemn and dignified. He couldn't bear to see such a solemn military competition.Such a funny person.
The little monk was not annoyed by the reprimand, but patted his bright forehead, put his hands together, and bowed: "I am Di Chenyao, the contemporary senior brother of Nalanda Temple. I am here to participate in the competition of the four major military regions under the order of the abbot."
"I am twenty-three years old this year. Please don't hold back. Either I will kill you or be killed by you."
As soon as these words came out, countless soldiers from the four major military regions, whether on the scene or in the distance, became agitated. The little monk directly said the most arrogant words in the most humble tone.
However, there was no one present who was mentally retarded. This kid looked a little short and stupid, but his aura was not weak at all. At the age of twenty-three, he cultivated to the eighth level. What a monster he is, he is definitely not an ordinary person, which is amazing.
The Heavenly Punishment Knight looked dignified and was about to speak, but Di Weiyang glanced at him. Elder Shangshan said, "Di Chenyao, please take a seat. We welcome all the hidden sects who come to fight against the Blood Demon Sect."
"Thank you, benefactor!"
The little monk put his hands together and bowed, then looked around. A flash of Buddha's light appeared under his feet, and he came to Yang Jinghong and took out a bowl in a flash:
"Good man, I can see that you have a connection with Buddha. I am hungry, can you turn it into water? Some vegetarian meals, of course, if there are delicious fish and meat, fine wine and delicacies, I am willing not to eat vegetarian meals. "
In the speechless eyes of everyone, Yang Jinghong slapped him on the shoulder: "You are really a talent, you have enough wine and meat."
Seeing his son slap the monk on the shoulder, Yang Tingjun's heart jumped, and he immediately guarded against the monk hitting his son. As a result, the monk smiled, especially when he saw Yang Jinghong really generously taking out the fine wine, and his smile was even more cordial.
At the same time, water vapor swept around, and four mermaids with long green algae hair appeared in the west, carrying a huge crystal shell, and a moving singing voice came from inside, which made countless people relax, as if they felt the pleasant and relaxing sea breeze blowing towards them...