With this palm, half of the monk's body was scattered.

This fat monk with a short beard had a smile on half of his face, but then his whole body became like flying insects.

In the depths of the Jiaozhi jungle, insects are more terrifying than ferocious beasts. During certain solar terms, mosquitoes can even eat people. In those towns, every household must smoke medicinal herbs to drive away these poisonous insects.

Master Xuluo of Yanzhoufu is famous precisely because of his excellent insect repellent skills.

The combination of the art of fighting insects and Buddhist illusions, even on the battlefield of the encirclement and suppression of water bandits, Monk Xuluo could block a hundred with one blow and arouse the deepest fear of those desperate bandits.

The flying insects were like clouds and like a ball of black cotton, wrapping Guan Luoyang's whole body in it. Although these insects were not fatal, a bite would immediately cause a red dot to appear, and dozens of them would bite at the same time.

During the attack, the limbs will be paralyzed on the spot, causing extreme pain and itching.

Insects buzzing!

Then there was an explosion, which drowned out the sounds of all the insects.

The wooden board on the stage shattered, and a figure closed its pores, shook its back, wrapped up its strength, and slammed out. The motion of waving its hand was like pulling out a big knife, and its hand was flying like a dragon-clawed python, hitting an empty place.

There was a muffled groan in the air, and Master Xuluo's figure was shot out. His monk's robes were bulging. He slipped ten steps and retreated directly to the farthest corner of the entire arena.

The power of thousands of flying insects, supporting his robe and body, allowed him to jump and move much faster than ordinary people.

But as soon as he moved to the corner of the ring, his eyes saw a palm pressing on his chest at an even faster speed.

despair!

Master Xuluo fell from the three-foot platform and staggered for two steps to regain his balance. When he looked up, the young man's shadow was covering him right here.

"What a fast movement!"

Master Xuluo was stunned for a moment and then sighed, "It's the poor monk who lost."

He opened the cuffs of his hands to collect the flying insects on the table. His bulging robe collapsed, and he didn't know where the insects were hidden.

But if you look closely, you can see that there are actually many dead insects scattered on the stage.

The weak little bugs flying in the air might not be able to be chopped down with a swing of a knife. However, Guan Luoyang killed a large number of them by the bumps and slaps just now.

"Hahahaha, what a water fire fairy. This Qiuhong Taoist priest looks like he is only in his early twenties, but he has already achieved one of the four major achievements in martial arts. He is really young and promising, and he is a genius."

Unexpectedly, the first person to smile and applaud was Wei Dinggong.

Just when the people next to him were about to praise him, Wei Dinggong suddenly changed the subject.

"However, our battle is to choose the host of the Ghost Festival Dharma Ceremony. No matter how high the boxer's skills are, he doesn't seem to be included in our fight for the talisman, right?"

Duda was the first to agree: "Yes, no matter how good you are in boxing and kicking, if you can't feel the magic ritual, how can you assume the position of host when the time comes?"

Someone else said in the crowd: "We all know that Wudang is about practicing both martial arts and martial arts, but you actually let the martial arts fool you in this matter. Isn't it a bit of a violation of the rules?"

"I don't think this battle can be counted. Master Xuluo may not be defeated?"

The voices in the crowd rose and fell one after another.

Wei Dinggong smiled slightly and turned back to look at Qiu Shi.

"Who told you I don't have magic power?"

The quiet voice drowned out all the noise.

Guan Luoyang bent down and pulled down a piece of wood, pushed the sleeve of his right hand up to his elbow, and said, "If there is no magic power, what is this?"

Under the gaze of everyone, the brilliance of bronze condensed on the skin, and the complicated patterns spread from the elbow to the fingertips.

The surging heat gathered at Guan Luoyang's fingertips, and a few wisps of green smoke rose.

puff!!!!

The fire wrapped around the wooden block and burned between Guan Luoyang's five fingers.

"I have never made a name for myself among mages in the past, and I hastily participated in a fight. My colleagues may not say anything with their mouths, but they also have some complaints in their hearts, just like Master Wei Dinggong."

Guan Luoyang grabbed the flame and looked around, staring at Wei Dinggong, and suddenly smiled.

"Then let's do it. I'll take a step back and change the rules."

"From now on, when I sit in the ring and compete for the Master Yulu's talisman, there are five winners in front of me and four who haven't made it to the stage in the back. They can all come up."

"I'm the only one here at the Zhenwu Temple. How about I fight from the first to the last?"

The sun is blazing in the sky.
Chapter completed!