"This... Zen Master Zhihai actually flew!"

"Oh my God, it's incredible!"

There were exclamations one after another on the field, and at the foot of the mountain, countless tourists raised their heads and looked at the deep sky.

There, there was a vague golden figure, sitting cross-legged in the void.

They all looked horrified, never expecting that this decisive battle would go to such an extent.

"Is that Buddha?"

Someone muttered to themselves.

At this time, on top of the mountain.

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the figure slowly rising into the sky.

He knew that the so-called flying was just an illusion, and Zen Master Zhihai was not a Buddha.

The reason why this master of Sensoji Temple can soar into the air is that he has laid a layer of spiritual power under his feet, just like steps.

However, this method cannot last long at all.

"Unfortunately, if it were me ten minutes ago, I might have to spend a lot of effort to defeat you."

Chu Feng said calmly, "But it's different now. I remembered something."

When Yichen used the nightmare technique on him, he seemed to experience that memory again.

Although the pictures were few and somewhat fragmented, they gave him some vague thoughts.

A lot of information also came out of my mind inexplicably.

"Zhen Zi Jue!"

At this time, Zen Master Zhihai was in mid-air, with a face neither happy nor sad. He formed seals with his hands, compressing and gathering together his vast spiritual power.

His body kept shaking, making a rattling sound like porcelain.

It seemed that he might not be able to withstand this force at any time and his body would explode and die.

But, no matter what, a shadow of a Zen staff still condensed in the void, hovering in the air for a moment, and then slowly descended from the sky.

Before the shadow of the Zen staff really fell, an overwhelming pressure followed.

The huge rocks, pines and cypresses on the mountain seemed to be covered by the palm of a hand, and they seemed to be swept by the strong wind, bending and bursting.

"Mr. Chu, I think

This technique tells you that Japan cannot be humiliated!"

At this time, Zen Master Zhihai was like a real holy Buddha, making an oath to heaven and earth.

He believed that this method of suppressing the situation could definitely suppress Chu Feng.

Let the whole world know about Japan’s martial arts world.

"good!"

"I, Chu Feng, have come to ask for your advice."

After saying this, Chu Feng put his hands behind his back and walked up slowly.

There was clearly nothing under his feet, but his figure was getting taller and taller, as if he were stepping on steps.

Climb to the sky and walk.

Xu Dong raised his head and could vaguely see Chu Feng's figure, as if he were dominating the world, and like a comet, falling into the shadow of the Zen staff.

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering explosion exploded in mid-air, and the boundless air waves surged and dispersed in all directions.

This sound was even more shocking than the previous explosion at Jingguo Shrine.

The tourists at the foot of the mountain were so frightened that they thought there was an earthquake.

"what happened?"

"Could it be a real earthquake?"

"Hiss...this is too scary!"

"I just saw a golden figure falling down."

"You saw it wrong, maybe it's a shooting star."

Many tourists were talking about it.

Today's shocking battle has completely subverted their understanding.

They were not warriors, and they had never thought that a person could be so powerful.

Simply appalling!

Of course, these are far from their lives. At most, they will be forgotten after discussing them for a while.

"Huh? Someone is coming down!"

Suddenly, a tourist shouted.

Everyone looked up and saw a group of red-robed monks from Sensoji Temple slowly descending the mountain.

"It's the people from Sensoji Temple! They won!"

Many people were ecstatic, but the next second they realized something was wrong.

The faces of these monks clearly did not show the joy of victory, but instead showed sadness.

In the center of the team, there were two more people carrying a stretcher. The stretcher was covered with a cassock, but it was hard to tell what it was.

But judging from the shape of the bulge, I guessed that it was a vague figure.

On the other side, a tall man also walked down slowly.

He clasped his hands behind his back. He looked ordinary, but his temperament was indescribably special. It was as if all living things were not noticed by him.

"He, he seems to be Chu Feng, right?"

Someone recognized Chu Feng's identity.

"That's Dr. Xu Dongxu from Long Medical Hall!"

There was an old woman who often went to Long Medical Hall to see doctors, and she also pointed out Xu Dong's identity.

Gradually, the field suddenly became quiet and silent.

"Chu Feng is fine. Could it be that the person lying on the stretcher is..."

As soon as these words came out, many Japanese people turned pale, looked dazed, and collapsed on the ground.

Although I didn't see the process, the results were already obvious.

Zen Master Zhihai lost, Japan lost.

The final winner was that Chinese man—Chu Feng.

There was a sudden cry of sadness on the field.

But there are also many people with twinkling eyes.

These people all hold high positions and know the stance of Sensoji Temple. Although they feel sad, they are more excited.

The death of Zen Master Zhihai will definitely be a huge blow to the right wing.

…

The next day, the sky cleared after the rain.

When the news spread, it undoubtedly caused a big earthquake in the Japanese martial arts world.

"Varied

What?"

"Did Zen Master Zhihai lose?"

To ordinary people, Zen Master Zhihai might just be a compassionate host, an old monk who they would occasionally meet and say hello to when they were offering incense.

But in the eyes of those martial arts masters, Zen Master Zhihai is the number one magician in Japan, a mark of an era.

His death is no less than a tsunami!

As the host, the first magician, a strong man in the Martial God Realm, blessed by many titles, Zen Master Zhihai’s reputation is as high as the sky.

And now, he actually lost the battle on Mount Fuji.

"How can this be?"

"I heard that Zen Master Zhihai seemed to have fallen from a high altitude and died without a complete body."

"Yes, I witnessed that battle with my own eyes. Zen Master Chihai exploded the Zen staff in Sensoji Temple and activated the power of wish. But even so, he still lost easily."

"Oh my god! Who is that man named Chu Feng?"
To be continued...