C4

In front of the White Horse Temple's entrance, it was completely silent. Only the voice of a youth could be heard.

"He really came to challenge the experts of the White Horse Temple?"

Although there were some speculations, Yu Long, the wounded man, and the others who were following far behind the youth could not help but be shocked.

If government officials were considered the heaven in the eyes of the common people, then the nine great sects were the heaven of the martial arts world. They were unreachable, and very few people could touch them, let alone challenge them.

The two guest monks from the White Horse Temple didn't care about anything. Their faces were calm and peaceful at all times, but at this moment, their expressions were a little sluggish.

"This lowly temple still belongs to the Pure Buddhist Sect, and is not a place to kill others. We also have no intention of fighting in the martial arts world, so Almsgiver, please return." After a long time, one of the monks calmly said.

The youth's eyes swept across the two monks and lightly said, "The two of you are not enough for me to challenge. Let Dou Kong out."

"Martial Uncle Dou Kong is practising Buddhism and has no time to see guests. Please forgive me." The two monk's expressions were still without joy or anger as they lightly spoke.

"I'll give you half an incense's time!" The youth leaned on the sword and stood in the middle of the temple door, his eyes slowly closed.

"Benefactor …" The two welcoming monks took a step forward.

Boom!

A violent power surged out from the youth's body and struck them like crazy.

The two guest monks were sent flying. Their expressions changed drastically as a powerful dragon-elephant like force rippled out from within their bodies, causing their feet to pierce into the ground. However, they were unable to stop the receding momentum and plowed two deep ravines into the ground.

When they finally stabilized themselves, it was as though there was an Astral Barrier between them and that young man. Even with the strength of their cultivation bases, they couldn't take even half a step closer.

"Such profound skill!" The two monks looked at each other, their expressions becoming solemn.

They knew that the gap between them and this youth was too great, and this matter was something that they could no longer resolve.

"I'll go!" One of them glanced at the youth who was standing there with his eyes closed, then turned around and left.

Outside the temple, on the rock steps leading to the heart, were many pilgrims. Most of the commoners had indignant expressions on their faces, while some of the people in the martial arts world were excited, ready to watch a good show.

The pilgrims within the temple saw a youth quietly standing outside the door. Behind him, there were over a hundred people crowded together, but none of them dared to take a step forward. Their hearts were filled with suspicion, and none of them dared to step out of the temple.

Outside the temple, there were several dozen feet of empty space. Only the youth stood quietly in the center.

In just the time it took to drink a cup of tea, an old monk wearing a monastic robe hastily came, escorted by more than a dozen monks.

"Lord Shixiong Shixiong!"

The old monk had a short white beard, a white buddhist pearl around his neck, and a square face with large ears. Seeing him appear, many pilgrims couldn't help but clamor.

"Amitabha!" He then turned to the guests and said, "Benefactor, please do not worry. If the ceremony is over, leave."

Some of the pilgrims looked at the youth outside and carefully walked out of the temple. The people behind saw that nothing was wrong and no longer hesitated. They quickly squeezed out of the temple.

However, no one dared to take a step closer to the youth, as it was still a forbidden area within a circumference of ten meters.

"Young Benefactor, may I enter the temple?" He extended his hand out to welcome the incoming attack.

As the overseer of the White Horse Temple, whether it was his meditation and martial arts cultivation, Shi Hao was like a pillar that supported the heavens in the martial arts world.

"Where's Dou Kong?" The youth's eyes opened wide as he scanned the crowd.

"Young Benefactor, if you wish to delve into Buddhism, I shall definitely welcome you. If you wish to compete in martial arts, please look for another place." He shook his head.

"There's no need to speak anymore. After the time it takes to burn half an incense stick has passed, if you don't see me, I will take your temple tablet." A domineering light shot out from the youth's eyes.

"Impudent!" How could my White Horse Temple allow a brat like you to behave so atrociously here? " Behind him, a bald monk came out from the crowd and glared at him.

The muscles of the monk were like carved bronze, tall and sturdy, as if he was a statue of a Buddha.

The White Horse Temple's monolith was the face of the White Horse Temple. Even if the monks of the temple were to be even more arrogant, they would never let anyone take it away.

Moreover, there were some monks from the White Horse Temple that were powerful, but their meditation techniques were not necessarily profound. Some of their temperament was even more irritable than ordinary people, so naturally they could not endure it.

Not to mention those ordinary monks, even Daoist Shifu Shifu was frowning imperceptibly.

"Young Benefactor, there is no need to force our hand. There are countless capable people in this world, so why bother the peace and quiet of my Buddhist sect." He sighed.

With his sharp eyes, it was not hard to see that the young man in front of him was not someone who could be persuaded with a few words.

"This poor monk is fighting in the air. Young Benefactor, please come to the temple for a chat!" A monk walked out from the temple. His sleeves fluttered in the wind and arrived in the blink of an eye.

The monk was about thirty years old and had a rich and gentle appearance. Although he was wearing a monastic robe, he also had an extraordinary elegance.

The youth raised his head. The light in his eyes instantly collided with the void. The void seemed to freeze for a moment, but soon after, he laughed and walked in front of the youth.

The air surrounding the youth rippled like the waves of the ocean. Previously, the monk that was welcoming the guest didn't even take a step closer, but the air around him didn't seem to feel anything. He walked to within two feet of the youth and extended his hand to greet the guest.

"Good, you have the qualifications to fight me!" The youth nodded, stretched out his hand, and lifted up his broadsword from the ground.

Just a simple sword lift caused strands of force to explode where his hand was holding the sword.

White Horse Temple, War Hall!

Dozens of monks stood around with sticks in their hands. Shixiong and the heads of the temples sat cross-legged under the signboard of the Battle Arena.

The Battle Arena was a place where monks of the White Horse Temple practiced martial arts. It was several hundred zhang in length and width, and it was extremely wide.

On both sides, there were also some people sitting quietly in the martial arts world. They were all here to watch the commotion, and the monks of the White Horse Temple did not stop them.

In the middle, the youth and Dou Kong stood facing each other.

"Bam!"

The youth held his sword in one hand and lightly pushed it with the other. The hard stone ground cracked and the scabbard was inserted into the ground.

"Zizi …"

The youth's eyes stared at the empty air as he slowly drew his sword.

"Young Benefactor, this is a competition of martial arts skills. There is no need to take it seriously, victory or defeat is just a matter of time. Let's call it a day!" Dou Kong's eyes looked at the broadsword that was slowly leaving its sheath, his face revealing a serious expression.

"Cut the crap!" The youth said.

"Clang ~"

The youth suddenly withdrew his sword and stomped his feet on the ground. His body carried an imposing manner that was like a mountain as he charged towards the empty space.

"What an arrogant brat …" The people in the martial arts world who were watching from the side could not help but shake their heads and start discussing.

"The White Horse Temple is an ancient buddhist temple. Although it is rare for monks to fight, the martial arts inside the temple are all-encompassing. There is no way a young man can be a match for them."

"However, this kid is indeed not to be underestimated. His skills are unrivalled …"

"Whew ~"

A gale suddenly rose within the War Hall. As the youth's figure dashed forward, a half a meter long sword lit up and hacked out.