C1018 I'm Not a Monk

"Who is it?" Almost everyone turned around and looked around.

"Since you are an expert, show yourself. " Then they heard Jian Xiong loudly say, "Why are you hiding? Turn your mind and play a trick on me!"

"I am not trying to hide or play tricks on you. I am just on the way. I am here!" With a loud shout, everyone finally knew where they were. They hurriedly turned around. Not far away from the Phoenix Stage, a fiery red figure was rushing toward the Phoenix Stage. His steps were vigorous and fast.

The crowd quickly spread out to the two sides and made a path for the person. That person was also straightforward and directly rushed onto the Phoenix Stage.

"Amitabha!" However, that person bowed.

"Monk?" Jian Xiong glanced at the man and was stunned. Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

The man looked to be in his forties or fifties. He was wearing a top white hat and a broad, dark red cloth suit. He was very tall and tanned, and he looked very strong. He did not look like a man from the central plateaus. His cheeks, eyebrows, and nostrils were obviously much taller than ordinary people from the central plateaus, but he was obviously not from the Western Regions.

"This is a martial arts seminar. Why are you, a monk, here to join in the fun?" After a moment, Jian Xiong said coldly.

"I'm not a monk. " The man replied.

"Ah?" Jian Xiong glanced at the man again and smiled coldly. "Monks don't lie. Do you know that? He kept calling me 'Amitabha', and he actually said that he wasn't a monk. Do you think I'm stupid? "

"I'm just a form of address. " The man replied, "It's like a priest calling himself me, and everyone standing calls themselves me. It's just a custom. It's just that we're used to being called by a monk, but there's no rule that only a monk can call himself me. There's also no rule that the one who calls himself me must be the monk. I can call you me, you can call me. . . Everyone can call me me. As for 'Amitabha', it was all for the sake of praying. It was to thank the gods. Not to mention, you and I can both say it. Furthermore, The word 'Buddha' was the name that the scholarly faction referred to as' Sage '. Taoists called themselves immortals, and Buddhists called themselves Buddhas. It's also called 'Buddha'. It's a custom. . . "

"Alright, I don't have the time to listen to your chanting here. " Before the man could finish speaking, he heard Jian Xiong sternly say, "What exactly do you want to say? And what exactly do you want to do?"

"Amitabha. " The man bowed and said, "My name is Zasidava. You can directly call me by my name. Of course, you can also call me Mage, Dharmaraja, and Venerable. "

Jian Xiong looked at Zasidava. Although he looked impatient, he still took a deep breath. "May I ask. . . What business does Venerable One have in this martial arts seminar?"

"Amitabha, no problem, no problem. " However, he heard Zassilava say, "I just heard that this young hero has two wishes for coming to the Central Plains. One is to see the snow. The other is to ask for defeat. It's mid-autumn now, and it's the Shu Land. You won't be able to see the snow anymore. However, if you want to lose, I can help you. "

As soon as he said that, the four seats were all shocked.

"Old monk. . . " Jian Xiong immediately became furious.

"How many times have I told you? I'm not a monk. " This time, before Jian Xiong could finish, he heard Zasidava say.

Looking at Zasidava and listening to his words, Jian Xiong was angry and helpless. He forcefully suppressed the anger in his chest and said, "Alright, Venerable One. Venerable One, can you do it? Do you know where this place is and who we are? If you want to stand up for the warriors of the Central Plains, why don't you consider your own abilities? "

"Amitabha. " Zasidava lowered his head and looked extremely calm. "Didn't you say it clearly before I came here? Benefactor, you don't remember? I came here with the same purpose as that little friend. I just wanted to taste the taste of failure, and I didn't want to stand up for anyone. "

"You. . . This is the Martial Arts World Meet. " Jian Xiong said again.

"Friends through martial arts, what you said just now. " Zasidava immediately replied, "Could it be that you are afraid of me?"

"You. . . " Jian Xiong was speechless.

When they heard this, the crowd below the Phoenix Arena exploded. Each and every one of them supported Zasidava by saying that they wanted Zasidava and Jian Ling to fight and see who was stronger.

"I advise you to leave as soon as possible. Don't let your life be in vain. " Then, they heard Jian Xiong say maliciously.

"Heh. Mi Ji. " Zasidava bowed and said, "Death is not a big deal. Besides, if you can die, you will die. Under this young friend's sword, it was a worthy death. "

"You. . . Alright!" Jian Xiong nodded. "I have finished speaking. You can't blame me if you don't listen to me. You won't walk on the road to heaven. You broke into hell without a door. " After saying that, he angrily turned around.

"Wait!" But before he could even take a step, he heard Zasidava say, "Sir, you are very arrogant. Arrogance requires capital. I wonder if you have it?"

"Hmm?" Jian Xiong was stunned for a moment and turned to Zasidava again.

"Uh!" Before Jian Xiong could react, Zasidava suddenly raised his hand, and a huge amount of True Qi rolled out.

Jian Xiong quickly retreated. . .

He only took two steps and suddenly stopped. For some reason, he covered his neck with both hands and pulled his head. He raised his head and his mouth was big. In a moment, his face had turned red. He also slowly raised his heel. In the end, he completely supported his entire body with the tip of his feet.

It looked like he was being held by his neck by an invisible "ghost hand. "

Of course, what surprised everyone the most was that the surging true qi in front of Zasidava was still far away from Jian Xiong.

"What kind of demonic technique is this?" It was not easy for Jian Xiong to squeeze out these few words from his mouth.

Zasidava ignored him.

"Quick, save me, save me. . . " Jian Xiong said again.

Only now did Jian Ling react. He hurriedly rushed to between Jian Xiong and Zasidava.

"Uh!" Unexpectedly, Jian Xiong let out another low roar. Jian Ling's arrival did not affect the two of them at all.

When he saw this, Jian Ling panicked. Just like Jian Xiong, he also pulled on Jian Xiong's neck.

"He, he. . . " Jian Xiong said. At this moment, Jian Xiong's neck had been scratched until it was dripping with blood.

After hearing what Jian Xiong said, Jian Ling quickly turned to Zarawar. He frowned and looked desperate. He made some gestures in a hurry. After a while, he cupped his fists and bowed to Zasidava.

"Don't worry, don't worry. I just want to teach him a lesson. " Zasidava said.

"Hit him. Kill him!" Before Zasidava could finish his words, he heard Jian Xiong say again.

"Unrepentant. " Zasidava took a deep breath as he spoke, and his colleague raised his hand.

He looked at Jian Xiong again. Jian Xiong was directly thrown into the air, and then he fell heavily onto the ground. One hand supported the ground, and the other covered his chest.

Jian Ling was just about to help him up when he suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood onto the ground.