The majestic mountain gate, which is hundreds of meters wide and dozens of feet high, lies in a square the size of a football field. The wide stone steps can accommodate horse-drawn carriages running parallel to each other.

Look up.

There are clouds and mist above, and the Buddha's light shines everywhere.

This is Qianfo Mountain!

Stepping into the mountain gate is like entering another world, with Buddha chants echoing in your ears all the time, but it doesn't make you feel calm.

If you listen to it for a long time, it will make people upset and crazy.

In Zhou Jia's perception, there was a powerful aura, densely covering the entire mountain peak.

These smells may not be as good as the 'monster' under the Pooley Building, but the amount is extremely terrifying and makes people's scalp numb.

Especially the few breaths at the top of the mountain were so dense and thick that even Zhou Jia felt his breath shortness.

"call……"

Taking a long breath, he waved his arm lightly and threw a dozen fruits in front of everyone:

"have eaten!"

"Uncle Zhou." Seeing this, Liang Xingzhi looked shocked, and then looked at Chang Wuming angrily, with obvious dissatisfaction on his face:

"If your surname is Chang, you are lucky!"

As he said that, he quickly stepped forward to pick up a piece of fruit and put it into his mouth.

Others didn't know what the fruit in front of them represented, but they could tell from Liang Xingzhi's attitude that it was definitely a good thing.

Then one by one they came forward and each chose one to swallow.

Tao fruit!

Thunder Palm Great Perfection!

Nine levels of ascending the stairs to great perfection!

The Five Elements Sword is perfect!

The Thirteen Deadly Swords of Great Perfection!

…

As the fruit enters the stomach, the coolness rises, and the inheritance of exquisite martial arts appears in the mind in an instant, and the mystery of it is fully understood.

He had never practiced any martial arts before, but in this short period of time, he had gained a profound foundation in martial arts.

It is comparable to other people's ten years of hard work.

even……

The foundation is deeper!

"this……"

"What's this?"

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, and they could see the shock and ecstasy in each other's eyes, and even the fear of Qianfo Mountain was forgotten.

Only Chang Wuming, whether it was an accident or someone else's intention, the fruit left to him was something like a durian.

The fruit was the size of a human head and was covered in spikes, making it difficult for him to eat.

Now I see other people showing ecstasy on their faces, staring blankly at the things in their hands, not knowing whether to bite or not.

"Daoguo." Zhou Jia waved his hand again, and weapons appeared on the field:

"One man, one sword, choose the weapon that suits you."

Before everyone in the field could wake up from the shock of Dao Guo, they were attracted by the sharp and cold weapons in front of them.

Black Iron Mysterious Soldier!

The weapons that can be collected and kept by Zhou Jia are not ordinary.

Along the way, he had many black iron weapons in his hands. Now that he took them out, everyone present was stunned.

Breathing can't help but stagnate.

Even Liang Xingzhi had a dull look on his face and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

Uncle Zhou is truly a saint with many treasures!

"Whatever!"

On the other side, Chang Wuming finally made up his mind, opened his mouth wide, and bit hard at the spike-covered 'durian' in his hand.

He is already at the tenth level, his body is strong, and even his soft tongue has become extremely tough.

Although it was painful to eat, it could still be crushed and swallowed alive. Soon, the mouth was full of blood and the 'durian' was swallowed whole.

Purple Thunder Sword Technique!

"boom!"

A sword intent shot out from the sky, and wisps of thunder surrounded him. Chang Wuming's eyes gathered like lightning, and he beckoned for a long sword.

The sword intent was activated, and several people within a few feet retreated.

At this time, everyone present has understood martial arts, and it can be seen at a glance that in this situation, it is obvious that they have learned an extremely good martial art.

"damn thing!"

Liang Xingzhi was angry and anxious, his eyes were blurry and unwilling:

"Shit luck!"

"ha……"

Chang Wuming raised his eyebrows with a provocative look on his face:

"Only when you have endured hardship can you become a master. You chose the food first. I would also like to thank you for leaving a good thing for me."

"you……"

"enough!"

Zhou Jia's voice deepened and he glanced at the two of them coldly:

"After rescuing people, hurry down the mountain, don't linger, and then..."

"Try to survive!"

Saying that, he stepped upwards.

He took several feet in one step, seemingly slowly, but as if he was shrinking from the ground. He passed the broad mountain gate in a few steps and entered the stone steps.

He has done what he can, and the outcome can only be up to them.

"Rumble..."

As soon as I stepped onto a few stone steps, there was a sudden tremor from the left and right sides, and the two originally dead breaths suddenly regained amazing vitality.

The ground trembled.

Two arhats, one short and fat, the other tall and thin, walked over.

The Arhat was about eight meters tall, with bare feet on the ground and a golden body. He was reciting unknown Buddhist verses and threw himself at Zhou Jia with a strange smile on his face.

Fat and thin Arhat!

"Uncle Zhou, be careful!"

Someone shouted from behind.

The horror of Qianfo Mountain has become deeply rooted in people's hearts in the past few months.

Not to mention the aboriginal survivors of Jicheng, even those high-ranking outsiders have a deep taboo against this place.

The strong black iron men are just food from the mouths of these terrifying arhats!

Although he knew that Zhou Jia was very powerful, facing such a golden Arhat, he couldn't control his worries and still blurted out.

The thin arhat was taller and faster. He rushed to Zhou Jia first, made a fist with one hand and chanted the Buddha's name, and knocked him down on the head.

"call……"

It was as if a huge force was coming, the howling wind whipped his hair, cracked the ground, and the huge fist almost completely enveloped Zhou Jia.

The size of more than eight meters is even more astonishing.

The power of this punch is not much different from that of the masters in the later stages of Black Iron.

but……

"Peng!"

The fist suddenly stopped.

The thin arhat suddenly stopped chanting the Buddha, with a look of shock on his face. He lowered his head and looked down, and suddenly his body uncontrollably swooped towards the ground in front of him.

Zhou Jia grabbed the opponent's fist with his left hand, pulled it slightly, and punched out with his right hand.
To be continued...