"Run!"

As soon as the copper door opened, many excited contestants rushed in directly, just like snatching a treasure.

"Let's go in."

Guanyin vs. Tang Monk and Taoism.

More than 10,000 people passed through the copper gate, which was also spectacular.

The speed is quite fast, and all these people can get in.

"Look, those people are on the screen!"

Those who did not participate can clearly see the situation inside on the outside screen.

"Haha, the island master is such a fool. He said that we would not use mana. If we don't use it, we won't listen to him!"

Many people have little cleverness and say proudly.

"Oops!"

After entering the bronze gate, those people found that they could not release themselves and were all banned.

"Damn it, this old fox!"

Some gods cursed.

But those who have no magic power are secretly happy.

Most of these people who do not have magic power are physical practitioners, such as various sects in the Central Plains.

Shaolin Pi.

Wudang Sect.

Emei Sect.

Songshan School.

Kongtong Sect and so on.

Foreign Muay Thai, Judo and other strange techniques!

These people are born with physical strength, so they have great advantages.

Since those gods have gained magic power, they are lazy and hate labor, and do not exercise at all, and have poor physical fitness.

boom……

After everyone entered, the copper door was closed.

A dense forest appeared in front of me.

"Is this the twisted jungle? Why haven't I heard of it before?"

Yang Chan said curiously.

She followed Nuwa and knew a lot of things, but she had never heard of it.

This jungle is very big. After walking for nearly an hour, I still can't see the end.

"What does the island owner mean? He doesn't say anything about the pass, so we keep walking in the jungle?"

Some impatient people became dissatisfied.

"Get out!"

Suddenly, a scolding came.

: "This is the seat you just sat in. Why should you sit?"

Someone had an argument.

"Why, because I am a god, you foolish mortals can be compared with us noble gods, let's get away!"

The little fairy cursed.

"Honor Qingyang?"

Guanyin recognized it and said to herself.

"You know?"

Tang Seng and Yang Chan asked.

"Um."

Guanyin nodded, "He used to be under Manjushri Bodhisattva, but later transferred to another place, and was considered an official in the Heavenly Court!"

"So that's it."

Yang Chan nodded, "No wonder she has a little temper."

"I told you to get out of here, didn't you hear?"

Venerable Qingyang kicked him over and said that the other party was a strong man, dressed in a gray-black warrior. There was a big icon painted on the back of the clothes, with the words Wudang written on it.

"So it's a martial artsman!"

Tang Seng wanted to laugh in his heart. He could actually meet characters in the martial arts world in Journey to the West.

Bang!

Master Qingyang kicked the other party, "Why, your ears are deaf? I don't want to say it again!"

ah!

The strong man in Wudang covered his face and was swollen.

Master Qingyang was ruthless, and his kick was very strong, and he continued to threaten: "Boy, if I had magic power, I could poke you to death with just one finger!"

“…”

The strong man was dissatisfied with his heart, and he didn't dare to get angry, and he couldn't provoke the gods.

I could only stare hard, but I could do nothing.

"What are you looking at? I'm not convinced? Do you believe it or not and dig out your eyes?"

Venerable Qingyang shouted.

Run over again, sex...

He slapped him a few times in the face.

"Baby, dare to pretend to be an old man in front of the gods. What kind of shit Wudang Sect is just a hot chicken in my eyes!"

Only then did Master Qingyang sit down with satisfaction, cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest.

"Not a spicy chicken..."

The strong man from Wudang Sect moved his mouth slightly, his fists clenched, and his eyes were full of anger.

He was selected to participate in the Dragon Saint Association, carrying the dignity and honor of the sect.

Wudang is not allowed to trample on others!

"You fucking say it again!"

The strong man stood up suddenly and roared.

The Master Qingyang was so scared that he shivered, then became angry, stretched out his finger and pointed at the strong man's nose: "I'm calling your mother, such a loud voice, do I know if I'm scared?"

Click!

The strong man grabbed his finger, twisted it gently, and made a crisp sound.

It's broken!!!

ah!

Venerable Qingyang screamed in pain and rolled around the ground, trying to stand up and take revenge, but was kicked to the ground by the strong man.

"We Wudang are not spicy chickens, so what about the gods? I will fight like the same!"

Bang bang bang bang!

The strong man's fist as big as a bowl fell like raindrops.

After a moment, Master Qingyang's nose and face were swollen, and he didn't dare to let go of a single fart.

'"Apologize!"

The strong man shouted.

"I?"

Bang!

The strong man kicked a flying kick, and several teeth of Venerable Qingyang flew out of his mouth, all of which were covered in blood.

"Don't fight, I apologize. You Wudang are not a hot chicken!"

"Who is the hot chicken?"
To be continued...