Rise From Doomsday Chapter 1176: , Sakyamuni Xuanzang
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Is the white madman who strongly wiped out Yujianmen and didn't put Huangfu Dynasty’s messengers in his eyes again? The people around them held their breath and looked at the loudspeaker. Who is it? Let the white madman be so careful.
The big horn is one of the many items in the amusement park. Sitting on a kayak, using the inertia of the water to spin up and down in a horn-shaped container, it is similar to a roller coaster.
There has been no water flow on the big horn long ago, and the container that has not been maintained for a long time is rusty. A cringing middle-aged man drilled out of the horn, his eyes daring not to touch the white lunatic, and he said tremblingly:" I did nothing!"
"It turned out to be an egg!" The gecko quietly climbed a few steps forward, slightly squinting his eyes to see the difference in the middle-aged man, but found nothing in the end.
"Is there someone else?" Black Bat wondered, his sensing ability is the best among everyone, but he didn't notice any threat to the middle-aged man.
"There is no one in the big horn!" The flame bird looked at the boss, but saw that the boss had deep brows, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The people around keep quiet, but in my heart I think that middle-aged men are not what white lunatics are looking for. Middle-aged men are too common. Although the silver level strength is not weak, obviously they will not be regarded by white lunatics. of.
"What have you done, you know, and I know too." The white madman left a trail of afterimages on the spot. The real body had reached the middle-aged man, and his fist hit the middle-aged man’s head, terribly broken. The empty sound just sounded.
The sound of the broken head in the imagination did not sound. Everyone was surprised to find that the middle-aged man had avoided the white madman's thunder strike, his steps were magical, appeared on the side of the white madman, and pointed out.
"One Finger Zen!" The knowledgeable master blurted out.
The middle-aged man seemed to point at random, but the white madman was unavoidable and could only insist on it. However, this was already within his calculation range, and the ready left fist struck out.
Boom!
The sound is like thunder, and a wave of overwhelming power surges over. Just as the white madman was about to resist, the power suddenly condensed into a single wave and turned into an awl. His defense was torn apart, his complexion changed, and he retreated three steps in a row, dangerous and dangerous. Depressed this terrible force.
"How do you see me
Here, I think it’s a good pretend. "The middle-aged man showed an expression of admiration. One-finger Zen, as the signature martial arts of the Great Leiyin Temple, is absolutely extraordinary. Ordinary monks can defeat the strong with the weak before they have practiced at home. His One-finger Zen has been practiced to the level of transformation. In the shot, there is no trace of firework. The white lunatic can take a trick, just take three steps back, without any loss, really is a martial arts genius.
"Are there any weak people who can come here?" The madman white said indifferently, slowly stepping forward, his aura rising, his whole body seemed to be lofty mountains and boundless.
"Only by this?" The middle-aged man shook his head, his eyes showed a dignified look, "Suppressing strength, this is an ordinary disguise technique, many people around are the same as himself. If silver rank strength is a flaw , You can't see me through!"
"You are indeed amazing, it is not me who sees you through." The white madman's voice fell, and his fist struck out like a flash of lightning, reaching the limit.
"Strong Vajra Palm!" The middle-aged man suddenly disappeared, replaced by a golden light, shining in all directions, and the sky was dyed white and gold in an instant.
The light was so dazzling, a terrible collision sounded.
Boom----
The surrounding masters opened their eyes and looked at the two fighting parties in shock, evenly divided!
The two retreated six steps each, and there was a gap in the middle that was tens of meters deep. Not far away, the several-ton roller coaster was moved horizontally by seven or eight meters. Within tens of meters of the two of them, everything was leveled off.
Who is this middle-aged man? Doubts arose from the masters. The white lunatic was well-known. One of the five chiefs of the Ping An army, killing high-level zombies like slaughtering chickens and dogs, basically never defeated the evolutionary. This small-looking middle-aged man can even tie the white madman. Are there so many masters in this world?
"What is the relationship between you and Da Lei Yin Temple?" Silently, Liu Wei'an appeared behind the middle-aged man.
"Da Leiyin Temple?" The middle-aged man showed a look of memory, "I remember, that's where I played." When he turned around, he suddenly pointed out a finger.
Vanity is silent, but there are waves.
"Ask your heart!" An exclamation came from the corner.
Boom!
The force of the two stocks intersected, a few cracks appeared in the space, and the blink of an eye returned to normal.
"Liu Wei'an!" The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes. He is the strongest genius in Da Leiyin Temple in the past 100 years. Any martial arts learned from him can easily become a learned one. It takes decades or even hundreds of years for others to become successful, and he will become successful in a few years. Wenxinzhi is one of his deepest martial arts. He thought he could easily kill Liu Wei'an, but it was the last time he was injured. However, in this fight, he found that Liu Weian’s knowledge of Wenxinzhi was not under him. How could he not let him? Is he shocked?
Liu Wei'an had a clear view of the process of getting the questioning finger. In such a short period of time, he could train the questioning heart to such a level, which gave him a new understanding of the word genius.
"One finger Zen, strong vajra palm, and heart finger, each door is an unspoken secret of Da Leiyin Temple. Are you from the precepts, the Arhat Hall, or the Fumo Temple?" Liu Weian went up and down Looking at the middle-aged man, this man did not shoot as silently as the monks in the Arhat Hall. Perhaps it was because of disdain, but the mighty degree was beyond that. The frightening thing is that this man is not old, but his skill is better than death. The monks in the Arhat Hall of the few of them are even more advanced, I don't know how to train them.
"I'm neither the precepts nor the Arhat Hall~IndoMTL.com~ let alone the Temple of Fu Mo." The middle-aged man squinted at Liu Wei'an, "Sometimes, I really doubt that you are an old fellow who has taken the house. Rebirth, otherwise how do you get this skill?"
"The world is so big that you can't imagine it." Liu Wei'an said in a light tone, "Let me see your true face."
"This can also be seen. Needless to say, you are the one who saw me?" The middle-aged man laughed, his body changed, his thin body swelled, and he became a strong man in 185 with his face. Changes have also taken place, after a period of distortion, a completely different person. The face is sharp, the eyes are deep, the nose is hooked, and the eyebrows are thick, making the first impression of the whole person extremely firm and full of masculine charm.
"You are not a monk!" Liu Wei'an looked surprised.
"My name is Sakyamuni Xuanzang!" The man said proudly, his voice like a peerless soldier, with a sharp texture. Liu Wei'an discovered for the first time that a person's name and the person are so matched.
As if this person should be born with this name, and this name is only worthy of this person.
Sakyamuni Xuanzang!