Chapter 363: Golden Cymbal Dharma King? It cant be the centipede spirit, right?
Before Qiu Chuji finished speaking, he heard the trumpet blowing outside the gate, followed by the sound of intermittent banging on the rock. Lu Guanying shouted: "Welcome the distinguished guest!" As soon as the words stopped, there were tall and short people in front of the hall.
Dozens of people stood.
Originally, Hao Shuai was a little surprised when he heard Qiu Chuji's words. After all, the masters and disciples of Jinlun Dharma King who came to cause trouble in the original work were already ten feet tall on the grave. Who will cause trouble now?
Now looking at the costumes of the dozens of people who broke in, Hao Shuai could only sigh at the powerful inertia of the plot.
At this time, the entire hall suddenly fell into silence with the arrival of these dozens of people. The costumes of these dozens of people were different from those of the Han people in the Central Plains, which clearly let the heroes present know that the people coming were enemies and not friends.
People in the Central Plains have always believed that visitors are guests. Even if the guest has bad intentions, proper etiquette must still be followed. Therefore, as the host, Guo Jing said: "Everyone who has come from afar, please take a seat and have a few drinks."
"There is no need to drink. The poor monk came to the Central Plains this time because he had some things to do. He happened to hear about this heroes conference, so he came here to see it, but he was greatly disappointed!" One of the leaders was wearing a red robe.
The extremely old monk, who was thin, with wrinkles and spots on his face, shook his head and said disappointedly.
The monk's words made the heroes filled with indignation, and they all started to accuse the monk, and the scene fell into an uproar for a while.
Even Guo Jing, who has always been kind to others, couldn't help but frown. He first calmed down the heroes present, then took a step forward, cupped his fists and said, "May I ask who you are?"
Only then did the monk look at Guo Jing sternly, clasped his hands and said, "The poor monk is the leader of the Vajra Sect of the Mongolian Esoteric Sect, the King of Golden Cymbals!"
"Golden Cymbal Dharma King? The one from White Snake?" When Hao Shuai heard this name, he almost ran away in fear. Later, he thought that he was just imagining it. This Golden Cymbal Dharma King should be Jinlun Dharma King's senior brother or something.
After all, they all belong to the golden generation!
On the other hand, when the heroes present heard that it was a monk from the Western Regions whose name they had never heard of, they burst into countless curses.
At this time, the martial arts in the Central Plains and the Western Regions had no intersection. In addition, Brother Huo Du, who was supposed to be making trouble in the Central Plains, received his box lunch early, so the reputation of the King Kong Sect was not prominent in the Central Plains martial arts.
Only the people from the Quanzhen Sect and Guo Jing still looked at King Jinbo and the others with wary expressions. The Quanzhen Sect was thinking of Huodu who had made a big fuss in Zhongnan Mountain a few years ago, while Guo Jing was simply.
Suddenly he realized that the plain-looking monk in front of him was a formidable enemy, and the pressure he put on him was even greater than the pressure put on him by the veteran Five Jue Dongxie and Bei Beggar.
In response to the insults of the heroes, King Jinbo's face remained unchanged, as if he didn't care. He just opened his lips lightly and slowly said two words:
"Shut up!"
The sound was similar to the roar of a lion in Shaolin. It was like a thunderbolt from the blue. The eardrums of the martial arts practitioners around were stinging and their ears were buzzing. Those who were weak were even shocked and collapsed to the ground. For a moment, the scene changed.
There has to be some confusion.
The only ones present who could not be affected were Guo Jing, Li Mochou and a few other innate masters, not to mention Hao Shuai.
After Guo Jing comforted Guo Fu, he looked at King Jin Bo with solemn eyes and asked: "We respect Your Excellency as a guest from afar, but you interfere in our Central Plains martial arts affairs. Isn't it too much?"
This monk had such power just by casually roaring, and his martial arts might have surpassed his own.
As if nothing had happened, Dharma King Jin Bo continued to say calmly: "It's actually a martial arts conference. Can't the poor monk also participate? Did you organize this martial arts conference behind closed doors?!"
"Then I will ask you for advice from the Mongolian monks!"
Jin Bo Dharma King said it so straightforwardly. If Guo Jing didn't show his support, he wouldn't have to mess around. Besides, he also knew that among the heroes present, he was the only one who could stand up and show his support, and the others would basically be free of charge.
After Guo Jing finished speaking, he walked directly to the field and stood opposite the King of Golden Cymbals.
As the two of them confronted each other, their aura became more and more intense, and the atmosphere in the field became more and more tense.
In the end, it was Guo Jing who was slightly weaker in strength and was slightly inferior in the competition of momentum. Guo Jing was forced to take the lead and took the lead. After he finished speaking, he shouted "Be careful!"
As soon as he hit the mark on his chest, he smacked it out, and an invisible force of energy hit the King of Golden Cymbals directly.
Eighteen palms for subduing the dragon, subduing the dragon with the palm!
It has to be said that as the most powerful palm technique of the Metal system, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are undoubtedly powerful. This kind of unrivaled martial arts is rare in the world.
After more than ten years of diligent study and practice, Guo Jing has reached the pinnacle of this palm practice. And unlike Hong Qigong's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Guo Jing has integrated the boxing theory of Kongming Quan, making his Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms
It has reached a point where strength and softness are combined.
As soon as the palm was struck, the sound of howling wind sounded in the hall, which showed how terrifying Guo Jing's palm was.
As soon as Hao Shuai saw Guo Jing's palm gestures, he immediately knew that Guo Jing had not delayed his cultivation due to military affairs in recent years, and his skills had increased much faster than a few years ago.
A trace of solemnity flashed in the eyes of the Golden Cymbal Dharma King, golden light flowed in his palm, and he clapped it with one palm, facing the incoming dragon-shaped internal force, and the dragons and elephants roared in unison.
"Boom!"
As a deafening explosion suddenly sounded, layers of ripples were visible in the air, and strong winds blew around, making everyone present unable to open their eyes.
At the same time, the ground beneath the feet of Jin Bo Dharma King and Guo Jing exploded at the same time. The two of them stepped back a few steps with unsteady feet, each step leaving a footprint on the ground.
However, anyone who is careful will find that Guo Jing lost this time.
Because Guo Jing took one step back than King Jin Bo, and it was Guo Jing who took the initiative to attack, it can be seen that Guo Jing is actually slightly inferior to King Jin Bo.
"Brother Jing, are you okay?" Huang Rong behind him looked at Guo Jing with a worried look.
"I'm fine." Guo Jing waved his hand, indicating that it didn't matter, but he couldn't help but feel worried in his heart. The monk in front of him was indeed the most powerful enemy he had ever seen in his life, but for the sake of the Central Plains Wulin, he had to keep the leader of the Wulin Alliance even if he risked his life.
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"Haha~~ Guo Jing, the great hero of the generation, is nothing more than that!" King Jinbo said with a proud smile, "Now it's your turn to take on the poor monk's move."
After saying that, he stepped forward and struck Guo Jing with both hands in a powerful and heavy blow.
With no choice but to use his inner strength, Guo Jing faced him forward.
"Bang~"
"Bang~"
"Bang~"
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In just a few breaths, Guo Jing and King Jinbo had already exchanged more than ten moves. With each blow, Guo Jing was knocked back a step. By the time the exchange was over, Guo Jing had been forced to the edge of the field.
At this time, Guo Jing's face became a little pale, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his honest and resolute face. His eyes were fixed on the king's every move, and his mood was incomparably solemn.
Half-step master!
Guo Jing did not expect that the monk in front of him turned out to be a master who had stepped into the master realm. As far as he knew, there was no half-step master in the entire Central Plains, including his father-in-law and Master Yideng.
wrong!
There is one, and he is a true master!
Guo Jing thought of the murderer he met in Zhongnan Mountain four years ago!
It was a pity that because I didn't know that person's position, I didn't dare to invite him to the Heroes Conference rashly. Otherwise, with him here today, how could something like this endanger the reputation of the Central Plains Wulin happen.