Lu Yihan took the initiative to admit defeat in order to preserve his strength, and there were still many subsequent competitions.

Murong Chen's character is never compromised, let alone admit defeat.

It is even harder to make Murong Chen take the initiative to admit defeat than to climb to the sky.

Therefore, Lu Yihan could only take the initiative to admit defeat and protect himself.

If you are seriously injured in the battle with Murong Chen, even if you win Murong Chen, then it will be difficult for Lu Yihan to defend the title this year's first place in the Dragon City Competition.

In the last competition of the Dragon Falling City, the disciples of Shifang Villa, and Chen Feng from Baiyun Sect, did not participate.

Lu Yihan didn't know the reality of Chen Feng and others, nor did he know the strength of Liu Fei in Shifang Villa.

It is said that Liu Fei awakened his talent in martial arts and the Sword of the Wind.

He is a very powerful warrior.

The great monk took the initiative to challenge Murong Chen, which also gave Lu Yihan a step to go down.

Lu Yihan jumped and a black shirt floated down the ring.

The monk who challenged Murong Chen was erect and seemed to have eaten a lot of meat.

Murong Chen also smelled the strong smell of wine, and the monk must have drunk a lot of wine.

A string of Buddhist beads hung around the monk's neck, shining with golden light, which was a medium-grade magic weapon.

Generally speaking, Buddhist disciples should not be underestimated by martial arts.

Murong Chen looked carefully at the great monk in front of him.

"The hands of the Buddha in the infinite Buddha!"

The great monk said nothing and came up with a palm.

In this palm, the wind blew everywhere, and the palm was full of strength. A golden Buddha statue phantom floated out.

"not good!"

The three-pupil Tianhu squeezed forward and said worriedly: "This big-bellied monk is not an ordinary warrior!"

Murong Chen smiled, as if the wind was rising under his feet.

"Dragon Step!"

"Hmph! A trick of the devil!"

The monk watched Murong Chen avoid his infinite Buddha hand, and squinted his eyes and shouted.

Murong Chen took three steps and a white figure had already arrived in front of the monk.

"Dragon Kiss!"

A finger with red light fell from the sky and poked directly towards the Baihui acupoint above the monk's head! "Ah! Okay! There are two tricks!"

The monk was not in a hurry, shook his hands, chanted a spell, and made strange gestures. A string of Buddhist beads on his neck shone with golden light.

"The Great Powerful Heavenly Dragon! Bola Bola! Amitabha Buddha!"

In the meantime, the golden light wrinkled, and the Buddhist beads became larger countless times.

The string of Buddhist beads rotated quickly, and after contacting the air, it made a hissing and frictional sound.

Explode! Bang! Crack! Murong Chen's dragon kiss fingering technique has already practiced to the Mahayana realm, and one finger changes to three, all poking on the Buddhist beads.

Boom! The monk took a few steps back, and the ring began to shake in a tremor.

Dingdeng! On the edge of the ring, the monk's body leaned back and forth, shaking his hands constantly, trying hard to maintain balance, for fear of an accident falling under the ring.

If you fall under the arena, you will be thrown home.

Murong Bo was nervous for a moment, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Unexpectedly, this great monk was not good-looking and had a good strength.

The nine-level great perfect cultivation level of the spiritual realm.

Murong Chen takes the dragon walk.

"The tiger comes out of the mountain!"

He punched it out! The burning giant tiger was covered with blazing flames on its body. The tiger went down the mountain, and it was like a stunning force.

"So fast!"

The monk grinned and couldn't avoid this punch.

"I have to drink wine when I die!"

The great monk took out a golden wine pot from his arms slowly.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

Unexpectedly, this monk was still in the ring and had the heart to drink.

"wrong!"

Murong Chen keenly felt that the wine pot in the monk's hand was not used to hold wine, but was more like a magic weapon.

The monk shouted loudly, and glared at him, "Come on!"

In the golden wine pot, there were bursts of empty wind sounds from the spout, and the huge suction force quickly sucked the air around it.

Murong Chen was prepared for a long time, so he dodged and avoided the spout of the wine pot.

"Dragon Kiss!"

Murong Chen tried hard to point it out.

The monk exclaimed: "Come again! OK! I'll fight you head-on!"

Zheng! Murong Chenlong's kissing finger poked on the monk's golden wine pot.

Knock! "Ah!"

The monk flew backwards and took a few steps back.

Looking at the golden wine pot again, Murong Chen's Long's kiss had already poked a big hole.

"What?

!My wine pot!”

The monk shouted.

The weapon refiner, Baimei, nodded constantly from the side. It seemed that Murong Chen was really a martial arts genius.

Moreover, he could see that Murong Chen had great luck. The small fallen dragon city was not Murong Chen's residence at all. This son must have great luck.

The old man with white eyebrows muttered, "I don't know, can this kid Murong Chen agree to what he wants to do?"

"You return my wine pot!"

The monk suddenly burst into tears, feeling sad like a child who had been beaten.

"Give!"

Murong Chen threw the broken wine pot into the eyes of the monk.

The monk picked up the wine pot and wiped it with his hands, "You are a warrior in the mid-stage seventh level of the Agility Realm, so powerful, it seems that you must have many secrets!"

"but!"

The monk stopped talking, paused for a moment, and continued, "For the sake of your mercy, you didn't kill me, I'll tell you a secret!"

"oh!"

Murong Chen smiled. Murong Chen was indeed showing mercy just now.

This great monk came out halfway, which was definitely not accidental. Although Murong Chen didn't know, he could feel that there must be other people behind this great monk. It is very likely that this great monk came up to test himself.

"Your footwork is good! But that footwork is not simple, just a body movement!"

The monk tilted his head and said.

On the ring, the winner must be decided.

The old man with white eyebrows said: "The two can decide the winner!"

The monk pointed at the old man with white eyebrows and shouted: "Old man, I lost! Young Master Murong Chen won!"

The monk also took the initiative to admit defeat.

The three-pupil Tianhu smiled and said, "This monk also took the initiative to admit defeat! The master won all the money!"

The monk walked off the arena and came to the side of Lord Liu, the Shifang Villa, and snorted, "Lord Liu, Murong Chen is unfathomable, this person should not be underestimated, Master Liu Fei must be careful!"

It turned out that the great monk was a visitor to Shifang Villa.

Master Liu also asked him to test the reality of Murong Chen.

The monk did not do his best, but he felt that Murong Chen would definitely beat Lu Yihan.

"Master Liu, Mr. Liu Fei is waiting for his leisure, and in the end he can fight Murong Chen directly!"

The great monk said softly in the ear of the owner of the Shifang Mountain Villa.
To be continued...