"A big gift?"

Chu Feng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I'm waiting for his big gift!"

Then, he stood up and looked at the group of figures approaching slowly.

"Are you Zen Master Zhihai?"

Although Zen Master Zhihai is very old and very old, Chu Feng can still feel plenty of energy and blood from him.

"Mr. Chu."

Zen Master Zhihai nodded slightly, his expression as calm as ever.

Behind him were many monks from Sensoji Temple, looking at Chu Feng with an indescribable coldness in their eyes.

When Yichen saw Chu Feng again, the burning pain seemed to come across his face again, making him grit his teeth and wishing for revenge on the spot.

But he also knew that he was by no means a match for Chu Feng, so he could only endure it for the time being.

"Calculate the time, the Dragon Medical Hall should be starting soon!"

The corner of Yichen's mouth curled up into an enigmatic smile.

Chu Feng suddenly smiled, "Japan finally has someone who can fight. They are not all rubbish like Yichen."

Upon hearing this, Zen Master Zhihai's cloudy eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Mr. Chu shouldn't say such things."

Although his body was stooped, he exuded a sense of compassion.

Chu Feng smiled faintly, "Then what should I say?"

"You don't have anyone in Japan who can fight?"

awesomeness!

"Your Excellency, please don't forget that this is not China, but Japan."

Zen Master Zhihai narrowed his eyes and said word by word, "The rules of the martial arts world, the Martial God Realm does not allow provoking disputes, otherwise it will be regarded as a provocation."

"Now, let me ask you, do you really want to run wild here?"

Chu Feng laughed out loud, "Going wild? What Zen Master said is really interesting."

"Do you think Japan is strong? Do you think you can beat me?"

Zen Master Zhihai said calmly, "

Today’s Japan is not what it used to be, and any provocateur will have to pay a price, so you won’t be surprised.”

"Forget it, as long as you bury your bones on Mount Fuji today, the martial arts world around the world will be shaken."

"When the time comes, I will be famous in Japan, and no one will dare to do anything wrong again!"

"Okay, if that's the case, there's nothing more to say." A faint smile appeared on Chu Feng's lips, "Come on, let me weigh your abilities as Japan's number one Onmyoji!"

"as you wish."

After saying this, Zen Master Zhihai no longer held back his hand, raised his skinny palm, and urged it to move.

Wisps of golden light bloomed in his hands, gradually forming characters one by one.

These words are extremely righteous and exude a sacred atmosphere. They are actually the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra.

The font is not big, but it seems to be of great weight, dancing around him.

"Your Excellency, can you catch my move?"

After Zen Master Zhihai finished speaking, he waved his hands violently, like a holy Buddha reflected in golden light.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Immediately afterwards, densely packed golden characters shot out and rolled away wildly.

"Zen Master Zhihai's magical powers are indeed extraordinary."

Some people exclaimed, "He combined Buddhism and Onmyoji to create a magical power of his own."

"Amazing!"

Others also praised him one after another. No wonder Zen Master Zhihai was still known as the number one Onmyoji despite hiding from the world. His strength was truly astonishing.

All the monks in Sensoji Temple also looked relaxed.

Under the blessing of this vast magic power, Zen Master Zhihai's mind moved and a spell with huge destructive power was created.

No matter how strong Chu Feng is, he has absolutely no chance of winning!

At this time, in the miserable wind and rain, the Heart Sutra font roared away like a long dragon.

Facing this ferocious offensive, Chu Feng stood there, his expression unchanged at all, still extremely calm.

He could see that these fonts contained powerful spiritual power.

Spiritual power is equivalent to the strength of a warrior, and is a method practiced by Japanese Onmyoji and some Western shamans and gods.

The stronger the mental power, the greater the power.

And Zen Master Zhihai's attack is enough to kill any master below the Martial God.

This is the origin of the saying, below the God of War, all are ants.

Because to a certain extent, the God of War has become otherworldly, and his every move is linked to heaven and earth. He relies on the power of heaven and earth, which cannot be competed by human power.

"go!"

At this time, Chu Feng came back to his senses, grabbed it with both hands, and the rainwater falling in the air condensed in his hands, finally forming a crystal water sword.

He pushed forward suddenly, and the water sword shot out.

The sharp blade shone with an extremely sharp edge, as if it could split the entire space.

A harsh scream suddenly sounded in the air, and a long trace was formed on the top of the mountain, and the water sword, Japanese-style, disappeared into the countless golden fonts like a rainbow.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Continuous explosions resounded, the wind howled loudly, and even the rain became tilted.

Many masters present felt as if there were firecrackers exploding in their ears at the same time, and some with low cultivation levels couldn't bear it anymore, and their mouths and noses were bleeding.

The ordinary people at the foot of the mountain all raised their heads at the same time.

They could not see the specific situation on the top of the mountain, but they could see that half of the sky had been dyed gold, making it look gorgeous and magnificent.

"Is this the magical power of Zen Master Zhihai?"

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"Amazing!"

They were so shocked that they never imagined that a person could be so powerful.

I'm afraid it has transcended the category of human beings and is instead a god!

On the top of the mountain, the battle continues.

The water sword flew in the air, with the sound of howling wind, penetrating each font.

Zen Master Zhihai's expression remained unchanged, but a look of solemnity flashed across his eyes.

Then, he made a seal with his hands again and transformed the seal at a very fast speed.

An extremely powerful coercion enveloped him, and in an instant, golden light condensed in his hands.

As he thought, countless golden lights, like bullets shot out, hit Chu Feng.

Chu Feng sneered, stepped down with both feet, and punched out!

It can be seen that there seems to be an invisible barrier wrapped around his fist, and the golden holy light makes a tinkling sound when it hits the barrier.

"As expected of a master from China, his cultivation is so profound."

The expression on Zen Master Zhihai's face remained unchanged and he said calmly, "I admit that I underestimated you before."

He found that Chu Feng's strength was indeed as tyrannical as Yichen said.

Moreover, the ease with which he could condense water into a sword at will showed that Chu Feng's control over the energy in his body had reached an incredible level.

"If you only have this ability, you can be buried at the foot of Mount Fuji forever!"

Chu Feng put his hands behind his back and looked sternly.

Zen Master Zhihai's face remained calm: "This is just the beginning. You have not yet experienced the various techniques at Sensoji Temple."

"Now, please accept the move."

After saying that, he closed his eyes slightly, and there was a squirming movement in his throat.

Then, he opened his eyes suddenly, and a flash of electric light flashed.
Chapter completed!