"Can you give a face to the old line?"
The words came out, although no one was visible.
But the martial artists present, all feel an invisible pressure on their faces!
It was as if a big mountain was pressing down on them and they couldn't move!
"Give you a face?"
Su Mo was not affected, he just sneered and said.
"A guy who hides his head, not even daring to show his face, and still asking me to give you face?"
"Seeking you for face without declaring yourself."
"It is the poor monk who has been abrupt."
Hearing Su Mo's words, the previous voice said without slowing down or hurrying.
"Poor monk's Dharma name is Yuankong, I wonder if I can change a face with the monk?"
Hearing Yuankong say his name, the surrounding martial artists immediately exploded.
"Master Yuankong?!!!"
"Is that the Heavenly Zen Temple Martial Saint, known as the Standing Vajra, Yuankong?!!!"
"I heard that he stood still back then and forced back an army of 100,000 by his defensive power alone!"
"My goodness, even the Martial Saint has come out, today this trip is not in vain!"
"Huiyuan is Yuankong's personal disciple, and is also the most promising person to achieve Martial Saint in Tianchan Temple in the future."
"Of course Yuankong must step in to protect Huiyuan, can't let Huiyuan just be invalidated."
"It seems that today is the end of the day, even Yuankong has stepped forward, this face must be given even if you don't want to give it."
The martial artists present seemed that after Yuankong appeared, this farce was over.
Because this is a Martial Saint!
The most powerful existence in the martial arts!
Every one of them is a powerful person who suppresses a world!
If it is said that the patriarch, the great patriarch, can still rely on the number of people to pile up alive.
Because even the most powerful patriarch, the great patriarch will be tired, will also be thirsty.
But a Martial Saint is different!
The Martial Saint who has completed the blood training stage, can be said to be a different kind of creature!
Martial Saint blood power is nearly unlimited, will not be tired or thirsty, can fight continuously!
Wounded can also quickly heal themselves, even if the arms and legs were cut off can be severed and regenerated!
Poison and other things are useless, just enter the body of the martial arts saint will be automatically expelled!
There is almost no weakness!
There is an unspoken rule that has always been the default in Jianghu.
Can fight against the martial arts saint, only the martial arts saint!
So when everyone saw the Heavenly Zen Temple Martial Saint Yuankong come out, they all felt that this was the end of the day.
Su Mo is indeed a monster, but even more monsters.
In everyone's mind as long as it is not a Martial Saint, then it is not a Martial Saint's opponent.
"Yuankong? Standing Earth Vajra?"
Su Mo, as if finally remembering who the other party was, said with a leathery smile.
"I'll give you face if you ask me to?"
"Then wouldn't I be humiliated?"
Su Mo can be described as astonishing words, actually talking to Yuankong like this to his face.
It really made the surrounding martial artists pinch a cold sweat.
This kid is really bold, even dare to tease the Martial Saint, really not afraid of death!
Yuankong did not get angry at Su Mo's words and continued to say unhurriedly.
"Master, be merciful to others."
At that moment, Huiyuan at Su Mo's feet woke up from his coma.
At this time, Huiyuan no longer had the previous white clothed divine monk's stance.
His whole body was bloody and flesh, and his white monk's robe was stained with blood, and his face became a pig's head.
The mouth is crooked, eyes slanted, snotty.
Beaten even his parents could not recognize.
Hearing Yuankong's voice, Huiyuan struggled to get up and shouted with a crying voice.
"Master..."
Before Huiyuan could finish the words from his mouth, Su Mo directly just kicked down.
Dang!
Huiyuan's entire head was stepped into the ground, and instantly fainted again.
"Quack."
Su Mo coldly glanced at Huiyuan at his feet.
"Adults talking children do not interfere."
"Master Shih! You have already won, and everyone has seen it."
Seeing his disciple being treated like this by Su Mo, Yuankong could not continue to remain calm.
A rare but this hint of anger said.
"In that case, why do you have to make things worse?"
"I won? Oh, you do not say I forgot that there is this file."
Su Mo completely ignored Yuankong's words, patted the dust on his clothes, and said to the dark guards at the side.
"Go, split the Eight Treasure Buddha Tree in the backyard for me, I just want the heart of the tree."
"As for the rest, leave it for the Tianchan Temple to burn as firewood."
Only then did the surrounding martial artists recall that the fight had started as a gambling match.
"Crap! Tianzen Temple really lost the Eight Treasures Buddha Tree!"
"I remember that this tree was planted by the founding ancestor of Tianchan Temple! At least a few thousand years ago!"
"Hahahahahahahahaha, now Tianchan Temple is waxed!"
"If you don't give it, you're breaking your word. If you give it, they'll all have to cut themselves in the ancestral shrine to thank for their sins!"
"And I heard that this Eight Treasures Buddha Tree is very powerful, sitting under the tree can help people speed up their cultivation!"
"Heavenly Zen Temple has produced many talented people for so many years, and there are always Martial Saints sitting in the temple, all thanks to this Eight Treasures Buddha Tree!"
"The Tianchan Temple can't give it even more, if you give it to them, it will be the end."
Sure enough in the face of Su Mo's request, Tianchan Temple did not choose to keep the promise.
"This monk, it's not that my Tianchan Temple is faithless in its words, the main thing is that this Eight Treasures Buddha Tree is too important."
Yuankong said without haste.
"He is left behind by my ancestor of Tianchan Temple and has extraordinary significance to us."
"In addition to this Eight Treasures Buddha Book, as long as my Heavenly Zen Temple has something, you can take it if you like."
"I have no objection from the Heavenly Zen Temple."