Chapter 584: Winning and losing one's own will

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From the agreement between Nanlin Temple and Qinhuang, only the last night was left.
Tonight is the southern martial arts world, when the two top forces are at a high and low level, after 8 pm.
The torches in the valley stretched like dragons, illuminating the entire Annan Valley.
咚咚
The bells of Nanlin Temple sounded in the mountains.
The dignitaries of the major factions gathered in a flat land in Taniguchi, whispering their ears, and they were so busy that they secretly discussed who is the final winner tonight.
"Hey, what kind of wind has blown Mr. Sima, it’s rare, it’s rare."
"Yeah, Mr. Sima is a pen of history, and he is very smart. I don't know who you think will be the rumor of the martial arts tonight."
When Sima Qing entered the venue, someone immediately recognized him. The crowd quickly surrounded the wise man and asked questions.
"Everyone, winning and losing is self-satisfied. I came here just to witness a sad song in the history of martial arts."
Sima Qing carried her hands and looked at the stars, a long lament.
When he said this, everyone was more confused, and the sad song of the sad song.
It’s lively and lively, but I heard someone screaming:
The abbot of Nanlin Temple’s Xuankong

"Amitabha"
But when I heard a solemn Buddha, it rang through the valley, and everyone’s heart was shaking at the same time. The eardrum was painful, and all of them were quiet and calm.
Step aside
Step aside
But see some monks holding a shovel, arrogantly escaping on both sides.
In the crowd, spontaneously gave up an aisle.
Xuankong was surrounded by crowds and appeared at the venue.
But seeing his laws and dignity, the treasures of the body exude a golden light, the top of the eight treasures, holding a Zen stick, like the lower bound of the Bodhisattva, above the sentient beings.
"Xuankong Master"
The people were astonished by his solemn laws, and they all bowed their hands to each other, and they were even more loyal and loyal.
Xuankong eyes are higher than the top, despising everyone, and passing through the crowd.
Immediately behind him were the masters of Xuan Zhan, Xuan Sen, and Xuan Jing. The four men and the four fell on the top of the top.
"Where are the people of Shenlong Temple?"
After the dark space was settled, the eyes were golden and glare, and the crowd looked at it in a circle, and asked if the sound was loud.
"Duan is here"
"Amitabha"
Duan Yunong and the hard and hard scalp came out.
"Today's world of heroes gathered here, just to talk about justice, a few days ago, Thailand, please come back to the Buddha bone relic, who is it, and also ask the Duan and the master to speak."
Xuankong said with a cold smile.
"She, of course, relic is"
Duan Yunong and the cold bitter face each other, originally filled with indignation to recapture the holy things, at this moment see the Xuankong Buddhism as a macro, where dare to answer.
"Mr. Duan, you are a descendant of the Dali royal family, and you are the leader of the fame. You may wish to tell the truth in the heroes of the world."
The sound of the mysterious air is increased by eight degrees, such as the thunder, and the valley is heard.
Duan Yu’s two legs were soft, and he dared to show his head. He quickly said,
That’s natural, it’s Nanlin Temple’.

"you"
Although the master of the cold and bitter fears Xuankong Fowei, but did not expect Duan Yunong as the head of the shackles, even openly spoke.
"haha"
"Everyone heard, the relics are indeed the things of my Nanlin Temple."
Xuankong laughed loudly, and the voice did not fall. One person burst into the air.
"Let your mother's shit, relics are my true body of the Temple of the Dragon, the Zen Temple, the Nanlin Temple has a thousand-year reputation, and the attempt to occupy the holy things, is simply a robber bully."
"Xuankong, you are the head of the southern Buddhist temple, do not shame, do you want to face?"
"And Mr. Duan, the monk elected you as the leader of justice, is it to let you come here to be a grandson?"
Mok's eyes were cracked, and everyone was screaming.
However, among the audience, only he stood up and the whole system was dead and silent, one by one shy.
"Where is the wild scorpion, dare to talk nonsense"
The mysterious temper was hot, jumped out, and looked at Moco glare.
"Everyone, since some people are dissatisfied, then we still follow the rules of the martial arts community."
"Since the ancient sacred objects belong to the sages, but there are those who disagree, may wish to fight with my Nanlin Temple"
Xuankong looked around and asked.
"The abbot said yes, the mouth said nothing, whoever refused to accept the Nanlin Temple, stood up and decided to fight, the winner was the treasure, the loser can not mention."
Zhang Zhengxuan stood up and smiled.
"Hey, the Dragon Tiger Mountain Master is also here, and the Nanlin Temple is not allowed."
"Tianxia Buddhism has joined forces with the two major factions. I am afraid that Qinhou is not awkward. I will see the battle of Nanlin Temple and win."
"I am not as good as"
When everyone saw Zhang Zhengxuan also came out to help, they had their minds.
For a time, all of them spoke to the mysterious sky.
"War in battle, afraid of you a bird" Moco was furious.
"Well, mysterious brother, you will meet him."
Xuankong raised the road.
The mysterious warfare led the life, and it was a smile. There was no trick, and the shot was Luohan Shenquan.
boom
God fists are like the lower bounds of the tigers, carrying the power of Wan Hao, the sky hammers, the big as the fighting, the sound of the air, the huge shock of the river beach.
Moco dared to make a big effort to fight all the internal forces, and it was also a Buddha's gold fist to welcome the past.
boom
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But when I saw it, Moco screamed and flew.
The entire right arm, broken into pieces, was bombarded with blood by the gods.
"Hey, Lord Buddha sent you to to see the Bodhisattva."
The mysterious war is cruel, and it is unreasonable to arbitrarily kill people, and to rush to fly, and to make up a punch.
"Do not hurt people"
The cold master of the side saw the loved one hurt, and a dragon took a picture and separated the battle.
"Master, incompetent"
Moco licked his broken arm, his face was like earthy, and he groaned.
"Young Master Chen Yang, trouble you to take Moco first."
Master of cold and bitter.
Duan Chenyang shook his head and shook his head. He said: "All said, don't go to die, don't get the head, deserve it."
"Moco is fighting for the monks, how can it be deserved?"
"Yes, the words of Shizi are too cold."
Aside from the shackles, they were dissatisfied and quickly lifted Moco.
"Oh, you still have reason."
"If you have the skills, you will go up and fight, oh"
Duan Chenyang sneered with a negative hand.
Everyone was suddenly stunned and sighed.
"Master of cold and bitterness, you are old, don't you want to come out, don't you be afraid of punching your old bones?"
Xuan Zhan disdain and laughed.
"Amitabha, Xuankong abbot, mysterious war elders, my Shenlong Temple is not your opponent, the relic of the Zen master is yours."
The master of the cold and bitter face looked like a bitter, painful straightforward Buddha.
"What do you mean, listen to your tone, it is what you gave us at Shenlong Temple"
"This is the sorghum relic of our Nanlin Temple. Will you talk, I think you are old confused."
The mysterious war is not to be reluctant, and asks for cold and bitterness.