Kyoto City!

A ring was built on the street in the center of the city, and a monk was sitting cross-legged on the ring.

The muscles on his body are tangled, the expression on his face is cold, and the aura emitted from his body is in the early stage of the sixth-grade Nascent Soul.

The pedestrians around them pointed and pointed at each other. The expressions on their faces were not very good, and they looked like they dared not speak out.

"So arrogant! It's really too arrogant! Can no one teach this monk a lesson?"

"Lesson? Are you here to make fun of it? This is a Buddhist monk, the same as the martial arts system. How many sixth-grade martial arts are there in Kyoto?"

"Sixth-grade martial artist, let alone martial artists, even at the level of a monk, how many people are there in the entire Kyoto City?"

The monks around pointed at each one. They gritted their teeth and pointed at the monk on the ring.

After the Buddhist sect built a arena here, the geniuses in the entire Kyoto City were tortured, even the genius disciples of Ruoshuang Sect were no exception.

Perhaps only the top ten young masters in Kyoto City can compete with it?

No one knows, but he knows that the Buddhist monk is very terrifying, so terrifying that it makes people desperate.

Just as everyone was feeling desperate, a burly man in the crowd rushed directly to the ring, and his body exuded a violent aura, which was shocking.

It’s a pity that his cultivation is only at the Golden Dan Realm. Looking at the monk sitting in the middle of the ring, he roared angrily: “I’ll meet you, bald donkey!”

As if he hadn't heard him, the monk sat on the ring without raising his eyes and sat quietly.

Seeing that he was being despised, the aura on the middle-aged man suddenly exploded. The aura of the peak seventh-grade warrior made the air around him sway. Then he raised his hand and smashed it directly at the monk's forehead.

"Click!"

The sound of shattering bones came into everyone's ears, followed by a heart-wrenching scream. Many people widened their eyes and stared at the middle-aged man whose fists were deformed.

On the other side of the teahouse, two young men sat facing each other. They had smiles on their faces, staring at the men who kept wailing on the ring like watching a play. One of them looked gloomy and gave people a group of cunning young men sneered:

"I really don't know how to live or die. A Buddhist monk, a seventh-grade martial artist, dares to challenge him..."

The young man opposite him glanced at him faintly and said with a cold and arrogant look on his face: "This monk did not use all his strength, it seemed to be waiting for someone..."

"I still want to see the Vajra Mastery of Buddhism." The expression on the sinister young man's face gradually turned into expectations.

"So many of us... maybe only that martial arts fanatic can make this monk use Vajra Technique."

The two of them were looking forward to the person they were talking about, and their eyes were also on the monk who had been meditating in the center of the ring.

It was not until the sun set that the monk standing on the ring sighed and glanced at the crowd watching under the ring with contempt.

"It seems that the talent in Kyoto City has also faded, and they are all mediocre people!" After saying these provocative words, he raised his head, looked straight at the teahouse, and sneered: "Trump..."

After saying this, he turned around and prepared to leave the ring, completely ignoring everyone present. This scene made the people in Kyoto City itchy.

"I'll meet you..."

Suddenly a voice echoed in everyone's ears. Everyone looked in the sound and saw a burly young man in strong clothes walking towards him with firm steps.

"Xiang Tian! It's Xiang Tian coming!"

"Xiang Tian, ​​one of the top ten young masters! He is a real sixth-grade warrior!"

"That's great! Someone can finally suppress this monk!"

Everyone is looking forward to Xiang Tian being able to show his strength and suppress this Buddhist monk, which is also an opportunity to become famous.

His steps were slow, but every step he took could leave a footprint on the bluestone ground. Xiang Tian's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he was obviously eager for this battle.

After sensing the momentum and cultivation of Xiang Tian, ​​the Buddhist monk also showed an interesting expression and sneered: "Come on..."

He is a Buddhist monk. The monk is the one who guards the house and does not need to practice the precepts at all. It is just that in Buddhism... the status of the monks is generally low.

The aura on his body suddenly exploded, and the aura exploded the moment Xiang Tian stepped onto the ring. Xiang Tian was not willing to be outdone. The aura on his body was swelling, and it directly caused a wave of heat to spread around...5

The two forces were fit together and no match for each other. Then Xiang Tian took the lead in taking action. He raised his right hand and hit the monk's chest with a palm.

Seeing a powerful palm coming directly to his chest, the monks did not flash, and he fought back against Xiang Tian's chest with a straight punch.

As the battle began, the speed between the two men became faster and faster, almost to the point where it was difficult to see the naked eye.
Chapter completed!