An Mufeng's last kick, which concentrated all his strength, was not small.

It's like a person who is on the verge of death, he will have a moment of rejuvenation, not to mention that An Mufeng is far from reaching the point of dying.

His last blow was very powerful, even if it was really a piece of iron, he could kick out a pit.

He was trying hard, but Huo Yuanzhen didn't expect An Mufeng to make a spooky move in the end and take a risk, so he couldn't avoid it when he was exhausted from the attack.

The facts really didn't dodge, and An Mufeng hit the ball accurately.

After hitting the scene, An Mufeng stood there shakingly, relying on his strong willpower, he was still supporting his body and refused to fall. He wanted to see Huo Yuanzhen fall before him.

"Haha! One verdict, one verdict! Do you know how to shake your fist? Now that you have hit me, you are determined to be a monk in your life, but it's a pity that this girl Ruhuan is still kind to you, but her father has a vision and knows that there is no future with you, so I let her die, and you can become a monk and recite the Buddha's name with peace of mind. Don't worry, I will give you a way out. It must be very interesting to see you when you are a real monk in the future! Hahahaha!"

Huo Yuanzhen was caught, but many people were worried.

Shaolin disciples felt that it was nothing. Anyway, as a monk, it was almost the same as having or not. The impact was not very big, and they could truly cut off their desires.

But Li Qinghua and Dongfang Qing were different. Their two pretty faces turned pale. They were not very happy to do something with Huo Yuanzhen in the future. They were not children anymore. They were all out of their way. It was no big deal if they didn't do some things, but they were worried that Huo Yuan wouldn't be able to pass their own level.

The two of them exclaimed, and wanted to go forward to see Huo Yuan's true condition.

Huo Yuanzhen is squatting there now, lowering her head and unable to see the expression on her face, and her shoulders are slightly shaking. Maybe she is trembling in pain.

Unexpectedly, Huo Yuanzhen reached out to the two of them and stopped them from stepping forward.

The two of them stood there blankly. Is Huo Yuanzhen nothing big about?

An Mufeng also felt a little strange. Shouldn’t Huo Yuan rolling on the ground in pain at this time? Why does it seem that it is not as serious as imagined?

By the way, this monk is not an ordinary person. He also has strong willpower and patience. If he can't bear it, he can't be a monk.

He must be pretending and insisting, not wanting others to know that he has been ruined, so as not to make his reputation heard badly.

An Mufeng thought that after seeing through Huo Yuan's real trick, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Yijie, I don't know what you are still insisting on? Do you think this can cover up the fact that you are ruined by me?"

After saying that, he turned around and faced the Central Plains Martial Arts Alliance and shouted: "Listen to you, the young masters of the Central Plains Martial Arts Alliance, this is your martial arts alliance leader, the abbot of Shaolin Temple. He is a monk and can only be a monk in his life, because he has been ruined by me and will never be a man from now on!"

There was a buzzing sound inside the Central Plains Martial Arts Alliance, and everyone was all men. Moreover, the battle between the two was extremely slow at the last moment, so everyone could see clearly.

Abbot Yijie was kicked by An Mufeng and squatted down. After that, An Mufeng announced that Yijie had been deposed. It seemed that this was true.

When they thought of eating hard, these men were worried and unconsciously putting their legs together. This was torture, and it was so fatal that it hurts.

After An Mufeng said that, his waist unconsciously stood up a little.

He felt very happy when he kicked Huo Yuanzhen, not because of others, but because of Ran Dongye.

The last time in the Western Regions, Ran Dongye taught Huo Yuanzhen martial arts alone, An Mufeng felt a little bad. Ran Dongye had never been alone with other men.

I didn't have this treatment, and Ding Buer didn't have it back then. The two of them wanted to stay with Ran Dongye alone for a while, and most of the time they talked to themselves. Ran Dongye basically didn't respond much, and they were very cold.

Even so, Ding Buer and himself were able to get close to Ran Dongye, and other men did not have this opportunity to accompany Ran Dongye for a hundred years. An Mufeng believed that he knew Ran Dongye’s personal life quite well.

But now a ring appeared, and it looked relatively close to Ran Dongye. Especially after returning from Shaolin last time, Ran Dongye had some changes. An Mufeng noticed it keenly and regretted letting Ran Dongye go to Shaolin Temple to watch the ceremony.

But whether Ran Dongye had that idea in his mind or whether Huo Yuanzhen had any idea about Ran Dongye, it doesn't matter now, because he was ruined by himself and he no longer had that ability.

Kill all uneasy factors in the bud, this is what An Mufeng thinks.

It's strange that I could not stand there just now. Now when I think of Ran Dongye, An Mufeng felt that he had some strength. The Shenlong Cult who came to reinforce him had arrived and was watching the battle there. It seemed that the victory of this battle was decided.

The turning point of victory was his own kick, which completely ended the battle. Without a warning, the people in the Central Plains were purely mobs, and they would be dispersed without having to beat themselves.

I guess in a while, someone will announce his rebellion on the spot and join the Shenlong Sect!

An Mufeng was thinking proudly, and Huo Yuanzhen, who was squatting in front of him, pointed at An Mufeng's feet.

An Mufeng was stunned for a moment. Why is this guy so tenacious? He still insisted on falling down. If he hadn't had an idea, the person who fell down now would be himself.

However, the winner's superior mentality made An Mufeng become generous at this time, and pretended to be arrogant and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Yijie, do you have anything else to say? Let's talk about it now. After that, you can become a monk. But I suggest you find a small temple. After all, Shaolin is not small now. If you are a useless person as an abbot, you will gossip people in the martial arts world."

"Oh, by the way! There is also the martial arts leader, it's not your turn to do this leader. Just ask Gao Ming, but the other leader must be someone from our Shenlong Sect."

After he finished speaking, he thought Huo Yuanzhen would beg for mercy, but unexpectedly the monk said to him: "Don't you feel your feet hurt?"

"What...what? What did you say!"

An Mufeng looked at Huo Yuanzhen in disbelief. What nonsense was he talking about?

"I am asking you, don't you feel your feet hurt? It's the one I kicked me just now."

An Mufeng was stunned and bent his feet slightly. He didn't think it was just now, but after Huo Yuan really reminded him, he really felt that his feet hurt very much.

You know, An Mufeng and Huo Yuanzhen had a big fight, and both of them were injured all over, especially their upper body, and they didn’t know how many beats they had been, so they could be said to be hurt everywhere.

In this case, you can still feel your feet hurt, which means that the feet are already very painful.

An Mufeng grinned twice, his feet bent unnaturally, and he said stubbornly: "It hurts a little, but it doesn't matter. As long as you are useless, I can still bear this pain."

Huo Yuanzhen squatted there and raised his head: "Master An, don't you understand yet? It's like a person kicking a stone with one kick, and the foot will hurt or even break, but the stone is nothing. Now, this is the case. Take a look, you may have broken bones."

As he spoke, Huo Yuanzhen magically stood up from the spot and patted his clothes with his hands. There were traces of An Mufeng kicking him down in the crotch, but he didn't have the nerve to take a picture there.

An Mufeng couldn't believe his eyes. How could he be fine?

Just now, bursts of tearing pain came from the feet. An Mufeng felt that the bones seemed to have really broken. He was too excited just now and didn't feel it, but now he felt it.

"Oh...Oh!"

Huo Yuanzhen stood up, but An Mufeng's body bent down, covering his feet with both hands, and at the same time he felt the pain around his body. He was already unstable and fell to the ground.

There was a sound of gasping in the air around. How did the abbot's trick change? Why was it okay to get a kick there?

Could it be that the abbot is a woman who puts on makeup? It shouldn't be. Although the abbot looks very nice, it is still different from a woman.

Besides, even a real woman is afraid she won’t feel any pain.

Huo Yuanzhen ignored An Mufeng who fell to the ground and looked back at the people in the Central Plains martial arts world: "Everyone, I have seventy-two unique skills in Shaolin. Every skill that I practiced to great success has unexpected results. For example, I have practiced iron gear, and also learned the golden bell cover, iron cloth shirt and indestructible body of the Vajra. An Mufeng's kick is quite powerful, but I can't help but cannot do anything to me."

"Iron gear? Does it specialize in training the defense there?"

"Yes, with this skill, men will never have any weaknesses anymore!" Huo Yuanzhen raised his arms and exclaimed with a grand momentum.

Someone asked immediately, "Abbot, where can I sell this secret book of iron-level skills? I also want to sell it to learn it. It's not a problem for how much it costs!"

Huo Yuanzhen smiled and shook his head: "Iron-stage skills are a secret method that I don't pass on in Shaolin. Only Shaolin disciples can learn it, but others cannot learn it."

"Only Shaolin disciples can learn it! Then... that's not to be a monk, what should I do?"

"It's okay. Shaolin lay disciples have good performances and will choose the best ones to teach iron skills, but first of all, they must be lay disciples."

"I! I want to become a lay disciple!"

"And I, abbot, look at me, I am strong and I am already in the late stage of my innate stage. It's okay to go to Shaolin to fetch water and cook!"

"You can't do it, abbot, I'm willing to bring you tea, water, wash clothes, clean the courtyard and get rid of manure, as long as you take it in..."

Huo Yuan was sweating profusely and asked the manure-washing man to cook for the poor monk. This taste was too heavy!

Looking at the surging crowd, Huo Yuanzhen smiled and looked back at An Mufeng who was lying on the ground: "Master An, do you have anything else to say now? If not, then we will march into your lair!"
Chapter completed!