"Bad, you've just gone to hell. I was almost killed by a level 4 tyrant, and even two small Huandans were eaten up. In the end, the tyrant was stabbed to death by Zhang Feng, and even the minions and blood beads were on him. Will I lie to you? Is it necessary? Yes, he is not a level 5, but he is also a level 3 peak warrior. If you want to join other forces, even the military is easy to fight for him. I finally got him here. What is your intention to talk nonsense now?" Nengru said furiously.

"Tsk tsk, you are still in a panic. You may not be able to beat the tyrant, but there is definitely no problem with escaping. How could he be almost killed? How could he be a mere third-level warrior? I'm afraid he can't even block a tyrant's punch!"

"You must have killed the tyrant and then gave him the materials to act, so that you can win greater contributions for yourself and better training for him."

"It makes sense. Besides, whether he is a third-level warrior is still to be verified."

The monks refuted one after another. Although the four old monks were a little dissatisfied with these quarrels, they were also full of doubts.

After all, it is incredible that a level 3 warrior kills a tyrant!

"you……"

I was able to bear the anger, but I didn't know how to explain it for a while. When I looked at Zhang Feng, I was full of shame, and I was even more worried that Zhang Feng would be angry and chose to leave.

"Okay, everyone. You are talking too much nonsense. If anyone doesn't believe in his own strength, just try it out."

Zhang Feng smiled slightly, patted Nong's shoulder, and strode to the middle of the hall, his eyes were like lightning, and he glanced at the monks, and made a provocative move with a hooked finger.

Monks are the most talked about in this world. The Lotus talks about Buddhism, so Zhang Feng will not debate with them.

In particular, he understood that in the world of warriors, strength is the most important thing. No matter how much you say, it is not as simple and effective as you can fight a game.

He is different from being able to endure. He has experience in his previous life and understands the truth the most. Although he has a bad temper, he still adheres to the concept of a peaceful era and has not had time to change.

He is not a glass heart. He urgently needs to join the power to take over the mission at the Martial Arts Association as soon as possible. He also wants to see the martial arts techniques of Baiyun Temple, and understand that it is normal for warriors to fight each other for resources, so he will never leave angrily because of a few words and doubts. This will only make the opponent happy.

"Arrogant!"

"So arrogant!"

The monks were stunned and then angrily shouted.

"Good boy, I'll meet you here! But if you use a spear, you will definitely not be able to use it here. Why don't we go outside!" A second-generation black-faced monk with a tiger back and a bear waist immediately shouted and went forward.

"No need, you don't need a spear to deal with you. Besides, I won't be able to shoot out easily, otherwise it would be bad if I hurt you!" Zhang Feng waved his hand.

"What? Well, don't blame me for being rude!"

The black-faced monk was furious and rushed forward quickly, raising his fist and hit him. He also took action with all his strength without reservation, swearing to teach Zhang Feng a lesson who dared to underestimate him.

"No!"

Although the Black-faced monk was far inferior to that senior brother, his cultivation level was already at the peak of level three. In addition, most of the martial arts of Baiyun Temple are strong paths. In terms of strength and melee ability, there are rare opponents among the same level. So when he saw the Black-faced monk taking all his strength, the other monks were shocked and began to worry that Zhang Feng would be seriously injured.

After all, if Zhang Feng dares to stand up, it means that he is probably at the top of the third level. Even if such a talent is average, Baiyun Temple will not be able to seek it. Moreover, Zhang Feng is kind to Baiyun Temple, so if he really gets seriously injured, it will not be beautiful.

But Zhang Feng and the Black-faced Monk were too close, and the Black-faced Monk punched quickly. Even the four old monks did not expect that Zhang Feng and the Black-faced Monk would take action so quickly, and because the distance was far, there was no time to stop it.

Even worse, they found that Zhang Feng stood still and did not dodge or avoid the punch of the black-faced monk, as if he was scared to death.

"Oh no, why don't this kid hide!"

Even the black-faced monk himself was shocked and his face changed drastically.

It turned out that these monks were indeed a little sarcastic, but they were very good-hearted. The black-faced monk was actually unwilling to hurt Zhang Feng. He was impulsive when he took action with all his strength, but at this moment, even he himself had no time to stop.

Bang!

But just when the black-faced monk was about to hit Zhang Feng with his fist, everyone thought that Zhang Feng was going to be hit by serious injuries, but Zhang Feng suddenly moved.

Zhang Feng stepped on the ground with his left foot, retreated with his right shoulder, and shook his left arm, as fast as lightning, and punched a punch, which was extremely accurate. The fist of the black-faced monk was hit. The two punches immediately made a huge sound and a rushing wind.

Immediately afterwards, the two figures immediately separated at a faster speed. One was still motionless, and the other was knocked away like a kite with broken strings and fell several meters away.

What is even more shocking is that the result is completely different from what they believe, because it was not Zhang Feng who was knocked away, but the black-faced monk.

"Junior brother!"

Seeing the black-faced monk flying over, the three monks in this direction immediately flew instinctively to catch him.

But when the black-faced monk was caught, the huge impact force also knocked the three of them out, and they flew out several meters before they fell to the ground one after another, which was quite embarrassed.

But the magical thing is that they are just a little dizzy and not seriously ill. Firstly, they are strong and very resistant to attacks. Secondly, it is obvious that Zhang Feng used his advanced force skills and deliberately kept his hands.

"Good speed!"

"Great power!"

"Good technique!"

"Good gun technique!"

So everyone was shocked.

The four old monks were even more familiar with the goods. While breathing a sigh of relief, their turbid eyes instantly shone, as if they had seen a peerless treasure. They couldn't help but praise each other.

First of all, Zhang Feng's power and speed are very amazing, and then the control of free true energy and power, and finally the gun technique.

That's right, it's gun technique.

For truly powerful warriors, weapons are just extensions of fists and feet, and fists and feet can naturally be used as weapons.

Zhang Feng's punch seemed simple, but it seemed like a punch, but in fact it used the punch as a gun and used the profound spear technique.

The combination of these four will create this shocking scene in front of you!

When Zhang Feng heard the old monk's evaluation, he couldn't help but admire him secretly. He is worthy of being an old senior in Baiyun Temple. His eyesight is indeed extraordinary, and he can see his reality and reality at once.

He also knew that the other party was complimenting him, showing his eyesight, revealing the foundation of Baiyun Temple, and winning back a city for his disciples.

However, he couldn't ask for anything. The more profound the other party's cultivation and vision, the more he would gain after joining.
Chapter completed!