Sect Master’s Retirement Routine

2020-12-20

  Chapter 352 is gone.

After a long while, Monk Unbroken returned to the ring.

At this time, his whole body is gurgling with sweat, and under the reflection of the sun, his muscles and muscles become more and more spectacular.

"Amitabha..."

Seeing Monk Unbroken look like this, Zen Master Lichen stepped forward and said with concern: "If you don't break Junior Brother, how can you make it look like this?"

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As soon as this statement was made, all the monks in the audience cast doubtful glances.

It took a long while for Monk Unbroken to help Master Wuzhen to the West Wing.

Let alone this.

The most important thing is that when he came out, he was still running back.

This really makes everyone wonder.

"Amitabha …"

Hearing this, Monk Unbroken whispered the Buddha's name.

He looked at the Zen Master Chen in front of him, raised his voice, opened the mouth and said: "Imperial Teacher was injured by this poor monk, so this poor monk is responsible for this. Absolutely cannot He brought it into the wing and let it go..."

"So, this poor monk just used True Qi to help the Imperial Teacher sort out meridian, ventilate his blood, and make sure that he didn't dare to leave until he didn't get in the way..."

"It is extremely ashamed to let you all wait for me together!"

"This poor monk is here, now you apologize!"

In words, Monk Unbroken Put your hands together, bow and salute, and there is still a slight gasp between words.

It seems to have taken a lot of effort.

This look really resembles the humble and respectful monk.

"Amitabha!"

Hearing Monk Unbroken's words, Zen Master Liaochen opened the mouth and said: "Unbroken Junior Brother is really compassionate, let me wait for good students to admire..."

"I think your sweat has soaked your whole body. I think True Qi costs a lot."

"So, do you want to rest for a while and then regain True Qi?"

"I believe everyone should understand it too!"

Between the lines, Zen Master Liaochen's face was full of appreciation.

"Eh, absolutely no!"

Hearing the words of Zen Master Chen, Monk Unbroken shook the head hurriedly said: "It has been a long time for everyone to wait. If this poor monk uses this as an excuse, isn’t it a suspicion of deliberate procrastination?"

"If this poor monk wins by this, not only will this poor monk not win, but it will also damage the reputation of Cold Mountain Temple..."

"So let's start as soon as possible!"

In a word, Monk Unbroken's face is full of sincerity.

Upon seeing this scene, Wang Ye and the others who returned to the tower were completely shocked.

Hypocrisy!

What a fucking hypocrisy!

If you didn't know that Monk Unbroken was sweating for the Crouching Tiger.

They all really think that Monk Unbroken is really a great monk!

Injured people and forced them down, and pretended to spend True Qi to comb meridian and put gold on his face.

This operation of Monk Unbroken is truly hypocritical!

Compared to the shock of Wang Ye and the others, the monks in Cold Mountain Temple were moved to a complete mess.

Monk Unbroken is so, I really didn't misunderstand the person!    At this time, I saw Monk Unbroken return to the stage again, opening the mouth and said: "Everyone, if anyone wants to challenge this poor monk, just come up!"

Monk Unbroken has a trace of pride on his body.

As soon as these words came out, the monks turned their heads and looked at each other, with a hint of excitement in their eyes.

Monk Unbroken sweats all over his body and breathes quickly.

Obviously, I just lost a lot of Inner Strength and True Qi...

At this time, if you shoot him at this time, you can definitely wait for work and win!

Thinking of this, these monks became excited.

One by one, they drank the soup medicine of the blood cow, and jumped to the top of the ring.

And seeing these monks on stage, Monk Unbroken's face showed a slight smile.

He was loudly roared and fought with these monks.

For a time, Inner Strength surged on the ring, and True Qi shot in all directions.

……

Unconsciously, Golden Crow fell west, it was evening.

In front of the great hall of Cold Mountain Temple.

Under the huge arena, the monks who challenged the stage fell to the ground.

They are bruised, their eyes are bruised, and the corners of their mouths still have traces of blood, and they are moaning in a low voice.

This looks quite embarrassing.

Compared to this monk, Monk Unbroken is extremely spirited.

He stood on the ring, standing upright.

His breathing was rapid and he was sweating profusely.

Especially a Golden Dragon tattooed on the chest.

At this time, under the afterglow of sweat and the setting sun, it becomes more vivid.

So, Monk Unbroken is even more powerful.

From the morning to now, Monk Unbroken can be described as extremely brave.

Some of the weaker monks were knocked down quickly with one punch.

A powerful monk, he always tried his best to become Junior Brother.

After such a day, most of the monks were defeated by the bloody nose and swollen face beaten by Monk Unbroken.

There are five monks who are tyrannical and not very correct in their minds, and they are all made Junior Brother by Monk Unbroken.

In this way, not broken can be described as plentiful harvest.

"Fuck...Amitabha...!"

At this time, Monk Unbroken spits out one mouthful of impure air.

He glanced at the sun slowly setting in the west, facing the monks in the audience, opened the mouth and said: "It's almost evening now, there is not much time left..."

"Who amongst fellow practitioners wants to challenge this poor monk, please stand up quickly!"

At this moment, the Monk Unbroken bloodline is full of blood. Feeling strong.

Not only that, he speaks loudly.

This voice echoed in the temple, with a hint of heroism.

Hearing this voice, the remaining monks looked at each other in blank dismay, but did not dare to move.

This Monk Unbroken, when speaking in the morning, was short of breath, sweat gurgling, and looked like a lot of physical exertion.

As a result, this person has been fighting since the morning until now.

Go up this time, heaven knows will it be blown down by a punch!

For a time, no one dared to take the stage!   Seeing all around no one came to the stage, Zen Master Liao Fan and Liaochen looked at the sun falling in the west.

After the two of them discussed for a while, they took a step forward and opened the mouth and said: "Since no one has come on stage to challenge Junior Brother without breaking the Junior Brother, then in this competition, the winner is without breaking Junior Brother. That's it!"

"Everyone present, do you have any objections?"

As soon as this statement came out, the monks present looked at each other in blank dismay.

They glanced at each other, shook the head together.

If you have any objections, you must speak with strength.

And Monk Unbroken's strength lies there, and they can't help but disagree.

"It seems that you all have no objections..."

Seeing the monks in front of me, no one spoke, the Zen Master Chen was nodded.

He turned his head and looked at Monk Unbroken, opened the mouth and said: "In that case, I will announce that the winner of this contest is not to break Junior Brother!"

"At the same time The Junior Brother will also succeed Lao Na and become the new host of Cold Mountain Temple!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone on the side was nodded.

What Monk Unbroken does, they have seen it with their own eyes.

With him as the host, they are very relieved.

"Get..."

Seeing this scene, Wang Ye sitting on the tower laughed, opened the mouth and said: "From now on, the past Zen enlightenment, The well-behaved Cold Mountain Temple is gone forever!"

(End of this chapter)