"On the eighth day of last month, the demon monk Fankong sneaked into Tianjian Sect and brutally raped and killed Liu Junqing, an inner disciple of Tianjian Sect; at the end of last month, the demon monk Fankong broke into Xujiazhuang and raped the eldest daughter of the Xu family.

Xu Liru, and killed everyone in Xujiazhuang..." The tall and thin old man Sikong Wuhen

He spoke loudly and eloquently, and everything was shocking, "I have the best information in Fengyun Inn in the world. According to statistics, the demon monk Fan Kong defiled a total of one hundred and thirty-six women in this year. Because of this,

The number of people killed for their evil deeds has reached more than tens of thousands!”

"Sikong Laoer, you keep accusing others, do you have any evidence?" Holy Fire Cult Leader Xuri Dongsheng said solemnly.

"Evidence?" Sikong Wuhen was so angry that his beard stood up, and said angrily: "Isn't it enough that everyone in Xujiazhuang was killed, and the entire Huangyan Sect was slaughtered? Not only does this demon monk Fankong not have any compassion for Buddhism,

On the contrary, he is more cruel and cruel than most demons, and so on——"

"It's ridiculous. It's true that Xujiazhuang and Huangyan Sect were wiped out, but what do I have to do with this poor monk? Maybe it was the good deeds of other evil spirits!" The demon monk Fankong spread his hands and sneered: "Old Sikong, you have no basis for your accusation.

Why do you want to frame me?"

"Am I framed? I...you...cough...cough cough cough..."

In a hurry, Sikong Wuhen touched the old wound and coughed non-stop.

"Okay, okay, please stop arguing. Brother Sikong may have misunderstood this matter!" Taoist Master Qingyang, the headmaster of the Qingyun Sword Sect, acted as a peacemaker and said in a deep voice: "Now that the martial arts is in turmoil, at this time

At this critical moment, the old Taoist felt that although Master Fankong had made some minor mistakes, they were not serious.

After all, no one can make mistakes. On the contrary, Master Fanyin is hesitant and timid. The old Taoist is really worried about whether he can truly be qualified for the important position of abbot of Shaolin Temple. Therefore, the old Taoist thinks it is better to give it a try and judge the winner based on his strength.

Both fair and just.”

Following Taoist Priest Qingyang's words, hundreds of thousands of people around him suddenly fell into noisy discussions and whispered. Taoist Priest Qingyang is the head master of the Qingyun Sword Sect and is a veteran of the Heavenly Ranking Supreme.

His prestige in the martial arts world is not much worse than that of Abbot Kongyun. He can be said to be highly respected. His words caused many people to fall into doubt again.

"Master Fanyin, forget it if you don't dare to attack Baiyun City. Now you can't even defeat your fellow disciples, right?" Qian Jinbao, the owner of Wanbao Tower, had a look of contempt on his fat face.

As another Tianbang Supreme fell over there, the public opinion on the scene suddenly changed rapidly. It developed in a direction that was unfavorable to the Shaolin Temple. More and more warriors on the scene joined the agitation. Some people had different opinions.

Intentionally, some people were entrusted to follow and make fun, and some people just joined in the fun and wanted to watch the competition. They did not realize that this was a major event related to the safety of the entire martial arts world.

The situation quickly got out of control, the wind was almost one-sided, and huge pressure from public opinion swept over the sky. Master Fanyin's face was extremely solemn, and finally he could only sigh helplessly and said: "Junior Brother Fantong, bring me my Zen staff!"

"Senior brother, do you really want to compete with him?" Master Fantong frowned and said worriedly: "That demon monk Fankong is very cruel, and his strength is even more powerful. I'm afraid -"

"Junior brother, in this situation, do you think we have a second way out?" Master Fanyin smiled bitterly and said: "Don't worry, we are not without a chance of winning. This demon monk is the overlord of horizontal training, but my golden body and treasure body are also practicing

Once you reach the quasi-overlord level, with the help of true energy, you should have about a 50% chance of winning!"

Under the heavy pressure at the scene, Master Fanyin was forced to compete with the demon monk Fankong.

"Hey, senior brother, junior brother, I have wanted to spar with you for a long time, but unfortunately I never had the chance before, and now -" Demon Monk Fankong had a sinister face with a sinister smile on his face, and shouted loudly: "Watch the move!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his iron fist and roared like a tiger out of the mountain, roaring towards Master Fanyin directly opposite.

Master Fanyin's expression changed slightly, he quickly activated his true energy and waved the Zen staff in his hand to greet him quickly.

"clang!"

Gold and iron clashed together, and the iron fist hit the Zen staff with a loud bang. The warriors around him suddenly felt their ears buzzing, and those who were close hurriedly covered their ears.

Huge power burst out, and Master Fanyin couldn't help but take a small step back. The body of Monk Fankong also leaned back slightly, and then continued to hit Master Fanyin on the head with his iron fist.

When this side fought just now, anyone with a discerning eye could directly see that Fan Kong was clearly occupying the top and seemed to be stronger.

Master Fanyin's face changed wildly, "You...how can your true power be so--"

"Haha, the world only knows that I, the demon monk Fan Kong, is the overlord of Heng Lian, but they don't know that my true energy is also at the level of the overlord, and is no less than that of Heng Lian Kung Fu!" The demon monk Fan Kong laughed wildly, and the offensive in his hands was like a violent storm.

, becoming more and more fierce.

The figures of the two men sometimes appeared in mid-air and sometimes landed on the ground. In an instant, they exchanged thirty or fifty moves, with huge energy surging. In the fierce battle, the hard green steel stone cloth on the stage

It is full of fine cracks, criss-crossing like a spider web.

"Oh my god, that demon monk Fan Kong is so powerful!"

"Isn't he ranked fourth among the seventy-two overlords in the "Earth Ranking"? Looking at this posture, his strength may be comparable to that of the Heaven Ranking!"

"Nonsense, the rankings in the "Earth Ranking" are based on his horizontal training golden body. Now that his innate true energy has been exposed, the two superimposed may really be the Heaven Ranking level combat power!"

"Oops, Master Fanyin seems to be about to lose. Why is the demon monk Fankong so strong? Master, what should we do now?"

Hundreds of thousands of warriors were whispering around them, and there were bursts of whispers. In addition to the sounds of fighting, there were bursts of discussions and noises, which were also mixed with anxious voices from the Shaolin Temple. However, there was no need to worry anymore.

Yes, Master Fanyin is indeed not as powerful as Monk Fankong.

Master Fanyin's strength is probably at the peak level of ordinary supreme, while Monk Fankong is at the top level of supreme supreme combat power at Tianbang level.

Sure enough, after another thirty or so moves, Master Fanyin was punched away by the monster Fan Kong. His whole body vomited blood and flew backwards. He crashed down on the ring. The ground trembled and a cloud of dust was thrown up.

The battle ended, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and only the demon monk Fan Kong stood proudly in the competition ring.
Chapter completed!