Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"Yes Master."

The male disciple got up and went to Zhang De and asked Zhang Yifeng if he had a POS machine.

Zhang Yifeng said no, and the man took out his mobile phone again, asked for Zhang Yifeng's card number, and then transferred money to Zhang Yifeng directly through the web page.

Zhang Yifeng checked his account and then smiled.

"Boy, give me the beads."

The money was transferred, and they were waiting for Zhang Yifeng to hand over the beads.

But Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said: "Put it with me first. If you survive, you can take it from me."

"Boy...you are looking for death."

The male disciple's face turned cold, Zhang Yifeng actually dared to play tricks on them.

Zhang Yifeng ignored the angry male disciple and said to Jue Yuan, "Master, why don't you take action yet?"

As soon as the voice fell, Jueyuan's eyes suddenly widened, as if a sleeping Arhat suddenly woke up. He recited the Buddha's seal, and his inner power suddenly burst out wildly!

boom!

With a soft sound, all the stone tables and chairs around Jueyuan were thrown away, and a storm formed by internal force appeared around it.

The storm is like a dragon, flying sand and rocks, and its momentum is terrifying.

The storm stirred up sand and dust, which actually formed a huge Buddha's palm.

Buddha's palm fell from the sky and landed in front of Zhang Yifeng.

boom!

There was a loud noise, bright red blood splashed everywhere, and the smell of blood filled the air.

A huge slap mark appeared at the feet in front of Zhang Yifeng. Within the mark, there was an extra corpse. This corpse was naturally that of a male disciple.

His body was in tatters and almost turned into pieces by Jue Yuan's slap.

Quiet, the scene was unprecedentedly quiet. At this moment, all the warriors could not help but kneel on the ground, including Mr. Qi!

Jue Yuan's aura just now was like an angry fighting holy Buddha. That terrifying pressure makes the legs of all weak people weak.

The feeling of enlightenment at that moment was like the arrival of Lord Buddha! Although he was thin and seemed to be malnourished, at that moment he possessed supreme power.

This is the ascetic monk of Nanlin Temple.

The practice of the ascetics is the most difficult among all the monks. They often endure hunger and let the wind, sun and rain forest blow.

For example, lying on a bed full of nails, walking on hot charcoal, etc., they use this to exercise their endurance and cultivate their Buddha mind.

Ascetics do not live in temples, do not wear cassocks, wear ragged clothes, and travel around the world with a pair of walking shoes.

The exercises that Jueyuan practiced were upright and masculine. At a glance, you could tell that they came from orthodox Buddhism and that he was an orthodox ascetic.

"There was a huge slap just now. Is that true energy?"

"Oh my God, what kind of cultivation is this monk, Master!?"

The martial arts cultivator was so shocked that he still can't come to his senses now.

A martial arts maniac who can skillfully control his internal power, which is invisible, can kill people with flying leaves or from the air with ease. Masters above martial arts masters transform their internal energy into true energy and practice corresponding martial arts techniques. The true energy can manifest corresponding forms.

In fact, Zhenqi completely belongs to the category of spiritual energy.

This is what is called different paths leading to the same destination.

"I'll go, trust me so much."

Zhang Yifeng looked at the huge slap mark on the ground and shook his head slightly. He was the closest to the slap. When the slap fell just now, the terrifying shock wave sent sand and rocks flying. The feeling of the stones hitting him was not pleasant at all. But Jueyuan seemed to believe that he could withstand the shock wave, so he attacked so unscrupulously.

This monk is indeed not simple.

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will?"

After killing the male disciple, Jueyuan clasped his hands together and muttered something. For Buddhists, killing people will go to hell, so if he doesn't go to hell, who will go to hell.

"Bald Donkey! How dare you kill my disciple."

On the side, Du Lao's expression turned extremely ugly. Jue Yuan's power was beyond everyone's expectations. He rolled his eyes, then took out a small package from his arms and threw it into the air.

The package contained white powder, which dispersed in the wind. The warriors who were covered by the white powder fell to the ground at that time. Their whole bodies turned blue and purple. In severe cases, they foamed at the mouth and kept twitching. It was obvious that they would not live long.

"No, it's poisonous! Don't touch the powder, stay back."

The others were shocked and quickly retreated.

"Keke, it's too late to think about retreating now." The female apprentice Xiaohong's voice came. At some point, she held a rouge box in her hand. The box was opened, and the fragrance wafted out.

Those cultivators who retreated felt their limbs weak and all lay on the ground. The mixed poison that Zhang Yifeng noticed at first was acting up. The rouge smell was made from another herbal medicine.

"All of you will be buried with my corpse brother, but don't worry, you can't die now, you just lost your strength. The one who should die now is this bald donkey, who actually killed my favorite senior brother. Bald donkey, this little poison may be I can’t do anything to you, but this is just the beginning.”

Xiao Hong's expression became extremely cruel, and she threw five packets of poisonous powder towards Jue Yuan, each packet having a different color.

Strangely, the five poisonous powders mixed with each other actually formed a grimace.

Five Poison Sect, evil ghost poison!

The five kinds of poisons complement each other. Those who are poisoned will suffer from ulcers all over the body and die without a complete body.

Jueyuan was wrapped in poisonous powder and couldn't even see his shadow.

"What a terrible poison."

"Is the monk dead? He can't be dead. If he dies, we are finished."

The warriors were unable to move and could only place their hope in Jueyuan.

"Amitabha."

Just when everyone was worried, the sound of Jue Yuan sighing came from the poisonous mist.

Then, another Buddha's palm stretched out from the poisonous mist, fell from the sky, and landed on Xiao Hong's head.

"Master, save..."

Xiao Hong was so frightened that she quickly called for help, but she was slapped to death by Jue Yuan without even saying the word "I".

This poisonous lady also died miserably.

Although Jue Yuan is a monk, he is very ruthless and decisive in his actions.

After killing Xiao Hong, a tornado storm formed around Jue Yuan again, and the poisonous powder mixed around him was rolled up into the air, spinning continuously above his head.

Jueyuan is at least a martial arts madman, and may even be a master. Regardless of whether he is a martial arts madman or a master, his inner strength and true energy can leave his body, and these poisonous powders and poisonous gases cannot get close to his body.

"Good, good, donor, please hand over the antidote."

Jue Yuan looked at Du Lao and spoke in a calm voice.

Du Lao stared at Jue Yuan. At this moment, he was sure that Jue Yuan came here because of the three masters and apprentices. Otherwise, Jue Yuan would not have been able to participate in an exchange meeting of this level. The other party was selling Buddhist beads just to attract them.

Du Lao's expression changed several times. Facing the powerful Jue Yuan, he was unable to resist at all. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone says that my family is compassionate. I will give you the antidote. Will you let me go?"

Jueyuan nodded and said: "If you really intend to do good, I, the Buddha, will naturally give you a chance. Now give me the antidote."