Real game world: I am gifted and I suppress all monsters

Chen Qingzhou was stunned. He knew Qianyu was referring to Hua Xiruo, but why did he bring up flowers and plants when they were talking about serious matters in front of heroes all over the world?

The experts were also stunned, not knowing what the young man and girl were talking about.

An Feng'er smiled brightly, "You two are really interesting. Have you decided who will teach you?"

Just as Chen Qingzhou was about to say something else, a Buddhist chant suddenly rang out.

"Amitabha."

When everyone looked back, they saw that the person who spoke was not any of the senior monks from the Jinchan Temple in the hall.

After a while, a young and handsome monk walked out from the inner room.

Master Dumo was startled and stepped forward to ask, "Yuan Jing, are you out of retreat?"

Everyone then realized that this monk was Yuan Jing, the runner-up of the last Dragon City Competition, the leader of the "Three Saints of Golden Zen", and the best of the second generation of eminent monks at the Golden Zen Temple.

Yuan Jing was born with fair skin and outstanding appearance. Although he had scars left from shaving his head, he still had an outstanding appearance.

Yuan Jing put his palms together and bowed to the master of the temple. "Master Abbot, fellow masters, Yuan Jing is out of retreat today and I didn't have time to greet you. Please forgive me."

Du saw that the abbot was Yuan Jing's master and smiled, "My dear disciple, did you gain anything?"

Yuan Jing smiled slightly and nodded.

Abbot Du Jian understood and waved his hand, "Go."

Yuan Jing bowed and turned to the crowd, "Jinchan Temple is the host of this Dragon City Showdown. I will take on the battle of the Thousand Years Alliance!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a powerful aura shocked the surroundings. An Feng'er also realized the other party's strength and put away her usual smile.

After receiving the consent of Abbot Du Jian, Master Du Mo said to the crowd, "No one expected what would happen tonight. In this case, in order not to delay the lottery ceremony scheduled for tomorrow morning, please move to the martial arts pagoda forest in the back mountain to witness the competition between the two of you."

No one had really expected that they would be able to see a competition between masters before the Dragon City Showdown before going to bed, and the strength of these two masters was extraordinary.

There is no need to talk about the eminent monk Yuan Jing. As the leader of the "Three Saints of Golden Zen", he has always been the most outstanding among the second-generation monks. He was the runner-up in the Dragon City Competition five years ago. It is said that he has been in seclusion in the Sutra Library in recent years. His Buddhist teachings and cultivation must be more sophisticated and profound now.

As for An Feng'er, the uninvited guest, who had the blood debt of the Qiansui Alliance on his back, he dared to break into the Jinchan Temple alone. He must have come prepared.

Not long after, dozens of people arrived at the martial arts pagoda forest, which was the place where the monks of the Jinchan Temple practiced martial arts for generations.

The night wind was blowing, withered leaves were drifting, and the 108 stone towers of various sizes in the field made a "humming" sound under the wind, which gave it a solemn and murderous look.

The difference is that there are forty more wooden arenas here than usual, which are prepared for the Dragon City Showdown.

Monk Yuan Jing and An Feng'er had already flown onto the No. 1 stage. They stood facing each other, staring at each other closely.

Master Dumo stepped forward and said loudly, "I have already said that this fight is just a competition of martial arts, so it should stop when it is enough, and no one's life should be harmed. Master An, if you do anything despicable, I will take action immediately, so please be careful."

An Fenger smiled and said, "Master, don't worry."

Yuan Jing nodded and asked, "Where is your weapon?"

An Feng'er smiled and said, "I never use weapons."

"That's right, I don't need it either."

Master Du Mo sighed slightly, and one of the Buddhist beads in his hand was crushed to pieces. He was really worried. He was afraid that if Yuan Jing lost the competition, Jinchan Temple, as the host of the Dragon City Competition, would become the target of public criticism in an instant, and all his efforts in the past year would be in vain.

"start!"

At the command of the Demon Master, Yuan Jing and An Feng'er each used their true Qi to observe each other and were not in a hurry to attack.

Five seconds later, An Feng'er no longer waited. She kicked lightly with her toes, and her purple robe rolled up like waves, bringing up a gust of wind and attacking Yuan Jing.

Yuan Jing had already sensed the weird and evil charm of An Feng'er from head to toe, and did not dare to rush into his attack. He immediately performed the "Thunder God's Quick Step" from the "Five Gods Secret". His figure turned white and disappeared on the spot, easily avoiding the strong wind.

This move is a test. Both sides have a rough idea in mind, and the next step is to use real moves head-on.

Yuan Jing judged that An Fenger's moves were mainly based on internal strength, and he should not be good at close combat, so he used the speed of "Thor's Sprint" to close the distance and used the Jinchan Temple's martial arts skill "Golden Dragon Hand". His ten fingers were comparable to divine weapons and sharp blades. If anyone was caught by him, flesh and bones would be lost!

The "Golden Dragon Hand" danced with such force that An Feng'er had to dodge continuously, but his body movements were very agile, and Yuan Jing's hand claws and hand knives based on the "Thunder God's Quick Steps" could not touch him at all.

The attack and defense lasted for half a minute. After Yuan Jing used all his strength, he felt that his true energy had reached a bottleneck, so he quickly withdrew his moves to catch his breath. At the same time, he was extremely shocked that he had used all his strength of the "Golden Dragon Hand" but could not touch the opponent.

But what shocked him even more was yet to come.

After Yuan Jing retreated, he found that An Feng'er was calm and composed, with a smile on his face, and seemed to have a lot of energy left.

Yuan Jing's heart trembled, knowing that the opponent's strength was above his own, but he now shouldered the destiny of Zhongzhou, and he could not let the opponent win at all costs.

But just as he was about to exert more strength, he found that he was in pain in several places all over his body at the same time. He looked down in disbelief, and saw seven or eight blood stains gradually oozing out of Yuehua's monk robe.

"This...how is this possible?"

The same question arose in the minds of Yuan Jing and all the Zhongzhou warriors who were watching the fight. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, An Feng'er just kept dodging. When did he attack and hurt anyone?

At this moment, everyone in Jinchan Temple became nervous. It seemed that they had really underestimated this young man.

Especially the young monk Yuan Xin, he was very excited to see his senior brother Yuan Jing who had been in seclusion for many years. However, before he could say everything he wanted to say, his senior brother was facing such a dangerous situation. He was so anxious that his fists turned white.

Yuan Jing slowly took off his cassock, revealing his lean but muscular upper body. There were eight important acupoints on his chest and back, and for some reason, each of them had a bleeding red dot.

Master Du Mo suspected that An Feng'er had used some shady tricks and was about to take action when he was stopped by Abbot Du Jian. Obviously, the abbot did not think so.

Yuan Jing was an eyewitness, and he thought there were only two possibilities: one was that An Feng'er was proficient in some kind of anti-demon technique that could hurt people without being seen, and the other was that his body movements were so fast that they could not be detected by the naked eye.

But no matter which situation it was, he had clearly felt that after the vital point was hit, his own power was less than 70% left, but his opponent was intact. Next, he had to use all his life's power, strike with all his strength, and fight quickly and decisively, otherwise he would undoubtedly lose!

An Feng'er seemed to be trying to show off his power, and did not take advantage of the situation to launch a sneak attack, but just waited quietly in the same place.

Chen Qingzhou glanced at Lan Tingluo beside him and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, I heard from Master a few days ago that you had fought with Sima Rongzhuang. Do you know what kind of Kung Fu An Fenger has?"