"So it's them?"
Fang Cheng thought to himself, quite surprised.
The arrogant leader of Lama in front of us is the Black Sect Revered One, Roger that we met at the Lu Family Villa that night.
The two shrinking followers hiding behind him were none other than Zha Xi and Duo Ji who had been taught a lesson by him in Xu Sanduo Antique shop.
I didn't expect to meet them here again.
Of course, when fighting for Golden Benba Vase that night, he had a mask on his face, so Roger probably couldn't recognize himself as his "fake junior brother".
Cheng Jiashu saw Fang Cheng just staring at the uninvited guests without saying a word, and opened his mouth to say something.
The tense confrontation ahead broke out again.
"Old monk, since you refuse to speak, then go to Underworld and recite sutras to Buddha!"
The fat man wearing a pig head mask sneered, and his voice suddenly became high-pitched:
"Roger, I'm restraining him mentally. You seize the opportunity and take action quickly!"
"Okay!"
Roger roared, and all the bones in his body suddenly let out a series of denser explosions.
He cast Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, and his originally thin torso expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The exposed skin quickly became congested and red, and veins coiled around his arms like horned dragons.
The violent and unparalleled power even stirred up a circle of white air waves visible to the naked eye in the air, shaking up countless dust.
In the side hall, Zen Master Huiming still sat motionless in the face of this astonishing power.
The old monk clasped his hands together, moved his lips quickly, and his deep chanting sound was like the sound of Hong Zhong Da Lu echoing in Courtyard.
The gray cloth monk's robe on his body moved without any wind, and his gray beard and hair were flying back.
Immediately afterwards, a ball of brilliant Golden Light slowly rose from his skinny body, as if the surface of his body was coated with a layer of gold foil.
Looking from a distance, Zen Master Huiming at this moment seems to have transformed into an unshakable golden body Arhat.
"What a Great Brightness Zen Meditation!"
Roger saw this, and his eyes became even more excited:
"I didn't expect you to be able to cultivate body protection with your old bones Buddha's Light. Let's see if your Zen skills Supernatural Ability are greater, or mine Dragon Elephant Prajna Art is better!"
Before he finished speaking, Roger suddenly stamped his right foot on the ground.
"Bang!"
The Cement bricks under his feet instantly shattered, exploding a deep pit and exposing the soil below.
With this terrifying reaction force, Roger's muscular body was like a fired cannonball, waving his fist and hitting Zen Master Huiming's face.
However, a sudden change occurred in the next second.
This powerful and heavy punch suddenly stopped less than half a meter away from the tip of the old monk's nose!
Roger felt as if his right wrist was clamped by iron pincers, and the inertia of his forward movement was abruptly cut off by an extremely arrogant force.
He was startled and turned his head sharply.
He saw a young man wearing Casual Clothes appearing beside him at some point, with a right hand firmly holding his wrist.
What a fast speed!
Roger's pupils shrank suddenly and his face changed instantly.
To be honest, when he just ended the confrontation with Zen Master Huiming, he had already noticed two people coming from Bamboo Grove's side.
But he didn't care at all and just regarded it as an ordinary tourist who accidentally stumbled into Back Mountain.
Unexpectedly, the opponent turned out to be a hidden master, and stopped his prepared attack halfway.
Not only that, but what is going on with this strange power?
"Who are you?!"
Roger felt the sharp pain coming from his wrist and couldn't help but shouted sharply.
Fang Cheng looked at him calmly and said in a casual tone:
"Buddhist It's not appropriate to fight and kill in a pure place, isn't it?"
"Seeking death!"
Roger's brows stood up, and his left fist hit Fang Cheng directly on the temple with a sound of breaking wind.
Fang Cheng didn't even raise his eyelids, and the five fingers holding Roger's right wrist suddenly tightened.
There was a tooth-aching sound of bone grinding.
Roger's left fist was halfway out and suddenly stopped.
A strong sense of pain rushed to the brain instantly, and the facial features of the entire face could not help but become distorted.
There was a storm in his heart.
Obviously, he couldn't feel any energy or mana fluctuations in the young man in front of him.
But he actually lost in the power competition that he was most proud of?
You must know that Dragon Elephant Prajna Art is Esoteric Sect's supreme magical power, Guardian, which is divided into thirteen levels.
This Cultivation Method is extremely fierce and domineering, and its function is simple and pure. It is to strengthen the power of the human body to the extreme, and pay attention to reducing ten with one force.
Each time you reach a level, you will have the power of one dragon and one elephant.
According to a rough estimate, it is roughly the physical strength of a giant python plus an adult elephant, which is almost more than three tons.
If you can reach the tenth level, your strength will make a qualitative leap, reaching a terrifying fifty tons.
According to legend, after reaching the thirteenth level of perfection, the physical body can achieve Indestructible Diamond Body and directly achieve the fruition of perfection.
Roger is extremely talented and has now reached the peak of the ninth level. When Boxing is released, the impact force can reach at least twenty-nine tons.
In today's age of Spiritual Qi sparse technology, relying solely on Body Lean's physical strength to reach this level is enough to dominate a party and frighten the heroes.
Among the entire Black Sect, except for the new Black Sect Dharma King, the arch-enemy who was lucky enough to reach the tenth level, no one can beat him in terms of strength.
Not to mention the people of Han Lands who have never paid attention to physical cultivation after the decline of Martial Path.
But now, this young man appeared out of nowhere and completely suppressed him with just one hand, and he looked as relaxed as if he was carrying a chicken!
"Roger, what the hell are you doing? You're taking your time, why don't you kill him quickly!"
The fat man was fighting Zen Master Huiming with all his strength, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he couldn't help but curse when he saw this.
Zha Xi and Duo Ji, who were hiding behind, finally saw Fang Cheng's face clearly.
The two of them opened their mouths in horror, and their eyes almost popped out, as if they had seen a ghost.
They obviously recognized the man who had left them with the psychological Shadows in the Antique shop.
Listening to his companion's urging, Roger's face turned purple.
Having his wrists clasped in front of everyone and unable to move like he was lecturing a child, this humiliation made him lose all reason.
"Get out of my way!"
Roger let out a roar in rage, pushing Dragon Elephant Prajna Art to the extreme.
The black and red monk's robe on the upper body was instantly torn into pieces by the swelling muscles, and flew away like butterflies.
Just when he was about to fight back desperately, Fang Cheng casually let go of his hand.
The huge pulling force suddenly disappeared.
Roger failed to regain its momentum, and the whole Werewolf stumbled backward five or six steps, almost falling to the ground.
Fang Cheng His hands hung naturally by his sides, without even moving his feet.
Roger stabilized his body, rubbing his bruised and black wrist, while staring at Fang Cheng in surprise.
The thoughts in his mind were racing.
This kid is definitely a Aberrant who specializes in physical enhancement. Looking at his arm strength, he is still the best even among S-Class, and may even have touched the threshold of Super S-Class.
Since you can't get any bargains in terms of strength, use your magic power Supernatural Ability to crush him!
Roger took a deep breath and calmed down a little.
He is a top genius who has appeared in the Tantric Cult for decades.
Even though Dharma King was able to overpower him in Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, he was always half a step behind him in terms of spiritual cultivation.
He never believed that Aberrant, who relied on his body to show off his power, could still block his own unique move from Mental Domain.
Of course, at this moment, he seemed to have completely forgotten how he had just mocked Zen Master Huiming for being "physically weak".
Now that I can't fight with my strength, I turn around and try to win by old methods.
To put it mildly, this is called tactical flexibility; to put it harshly, it is simply bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
Roger gritted his teeth, and the fingers of his hands flew up, quickly forming a Vajra Binding Mudra.
"Buzz--"
A suffocating and terrifying pressure suddenly descended.
Behind Roger, the air twisted violently, and a Demon God Phantom of Three Heads and Six Arms appeared vaguely.
That Demon God was wearing heavy armor, and its whole body was burning with dark red Vajra Flames, as if it had just stepped out of the endless Abyss.
One of its hands is holding Treasure Sword, which is filled with cold light, and the other hand is holding Dharma Conch, which can awaken Hell Demon Army.
The remaining four arms were holding Vajra Scepter, Skull Bowl and Ritual Tool respectively, with teeth and claws spread out, and the evil spirit was soaring to the sky.
This is Dharma Aspect exclusive to the Esoteric Sect senior executives, which is equivalent to the exclusive domain of S-Class Aberrant.
Fang Cheng felt that the scene in front of him was distorted.
The surrounding quiet temple Courtyard disappeared, replaced by a dark red Blood-colored Space.
Underfoot is a wasteland paved with bones, and the extremely smelly Blood Rain is floating in the sky.
Facing this horrifying scene that was like purgatory, Fang Cheng's expression remained calm, and even his breathing was as relaxed as usual.
"Pretending!"
Seeing that Fang Cheng was unmoved, Roger roared angrily and controlled Dharma Aspect behind him to launch an attack.
Demon God Phantom waved his six arms, and the dark red Vajra Flames turned into a sea of fire, mixed with Treasure Sword's sharp edge and Vajra Scepter's heavy blow, overwhelmingly smashing towards Fang Cheng.
"Boom--"
The deafening explosion echoed within Blood-colored Space, and the violent energy impact rolled up smoke and dust in the sky, completely engulfing the location of Fang Cheng.
Roger gasped and stared straight ahead.
The smoke slowly dispersed, and a slender figure wearing Casual Clothes was revealed.
Fang Cheng is still standing where he is.
He casually dusted off the dust on his clothes, and there wasn't even a scratch on his body.
Those terrifying flames and attacks couldn't even mess up his hair.
"This... what kind of monster is this?!"
Roger's eyes widened, and an unprecedented chill arose in his heart.
And at the moment when he was stunned, Fang Cheng moved.
No fancy moves, just a simple step.
Fang Cheng's figure instantly turned into a blurry afterimage, directly attacking Roger.
So fast!
Roger was horrified, and instinctively controlled Dharma Aspect's six arms, waving Ritual Tool and hitting Fang Cheng crosswise, trying to form a fire net.
Fang Cheng's eyes were vaguely flashing with fire, and he did not take a step back.
His upper body swayed slightly and he dodged sideways to avoid Treasure Sword's head-on attack.
Then he raised his left hand and made a precise Sanda Intercept to block the heavy sweep of Vajra Scepter.
The right hand followed the trend and hit Knife Hand, cutting it on Dharma Conch and deflecting it.
This series of close-up Combat movements were smooth and smooth, and all the seemingly powerful Dharma Aspect attacks were neutralized.
Roger was stunned and unbelievable.
Fang Cheng gave him no chance to react.
With a flash of light in his eyes, he instantly discovered the flaw in his opponent's move.
"Got you!"
The next second, his right hand had torn a gap through the dense Dharma Aspect attack network and clamped down on Roger's neck.
"Uh--"
Roger's feet were dangling in the air, and Fang Cheng lifted him up with one hand like a duck.
The strong sense of suffocation made him open his mouth wide, but he couldn't make a sound, and a strong look of panic finally appeared in his eyes.
Fang Cheng looked indifferently, and suddenly threw out his free left hand.
Snap!
A crisp slap sounded.
Roger couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Then, the slap turned into a fist again.
The speed of the swing was extremely fast, turning into countless afterimages in a blink of an eye, pouring on Roger's abdomen and chest like a violent storm.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
The dull sound of blows was as dense as a long series of rapid drum beats, and each punch carried a devastating penetrating power.
Roger's protective body Dharma Aspect only lasted less than two seconds before cracks appeared.
The Demon God Phantom behind him began to flicker violently like a TV screen with poor signal.
As Fang Cheng hit Hook hard on Roger's chin for the last time, the crisp sound of fracture was heard.
The majestic Dharma Aspect completely collapsed and dissipated into spots of light all over the sky.
The terrifying bloody purgatory also collapsed, and the surrounding scenery instantly receded like a tide.
The quiet Bamboo Grove, the temple backyard, and the people around came into view again.
The whole place fell silent.
The fat man wearing a pig head mask, Zha Xi, Duo Ji, all stared blankly ahead as if they were seeing ghosts.
Outside the courtyard gate, Cheng Jiashu leaned on the bamboo and raised his eyebrows with interest, as if he was enjoying a wonderful fight scene.
Roger The miserable state of his body at this moment is shocking.
His face was swollen into a doughy bun, the bridge of his nose was collapsed, and blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth.
The whole person hung limply in Fang Cheng's hand, having long lost the ability to resist.
Black Sect Revered One, who was arrogant just now and claimed to be physically invincible, was beaten into a dead dog in the blink of an eye.
Zen Master Huiming in the side hall also stopped chanting and silently removed Buddha's Light from his body.
He looked at the young man with Divine Might hair outside the door, thoughtfully.
The fat man wearing a pig head mask glanced at Roger, which had been beaten into a real pig head, and felt a cold air rush straight from his tailbone to the back of his head.
The pink silicone mask on the face stuck to the skin, becoming extremely funny and irritating at the moment.
Zha Xi and Duo Ji's legs became weak and they almost fell to the ground.
They knew that this man was very strong, but they never dreamed that he could be so strong that he would actually lift Revered One up and beat him like Sandbag.
The fat man swallowed hard and stared at Fang Cheng's back.
Who is this young man?
Even Esoteric Sect, a master of level Roger, couldn't survive more than three rounds in his hands.
Could it be Chosen Prodigy who was secretly trained by Eastern Capital and Conglomerates Influential Families, or is it a famous senior of Xia Country who is now rejuvenated?
Plop.
Fang Cheng let go of his hand and threw the muddy Roger aside casually.
Then, he turned his head and his calm eyes fell on the fat man wearing the pig head mask.
The fat man's heart skipped a beat, and his whole body trembled with fat.
"Brother, calm down, there is definitely a misunderstanding between us!"